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Post by ѕкуѕнα∂σω952 on Aug 29, 2016 20:37:19 GMT -5
"Oh! Oh!" Quinn scrambled to her feet. "Can we give Officer Davenport a makeover? And then we can have those relay races!" She grinned, looking at Gil mischievously.
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Post by ѕкуѕнα∂σω952 on Aug 29, 2016 21:10:55 GMT -5
Quinn widened her eyes innocently. "You would have to do it, if it was an order from the Princess, though, wouldn't you?" She glanced at Charlotte with a smile, hoping that the princess would do what she hoped.
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Post by ѕкуѕнα∂σω952 on Aug 29, 2016 21:31:14 GMT -5
"I'll be really careful, I promise." Quinn grinned, walking over to Gill and grabbing his arm, leading him to a chair and sitting him down. "And those 'scissor things' are called eyelash curlers. They're really not that scary." She glanced over at Hazel. "You don't mind if I use your makeup on our lovely subject, do you?"
(Bored so im gonna do this...)
Down the hall, a scream of outrage was heard. Giselle had found the mustache, and her yelling at her maid could be heard down the hallway.
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Aug 29, 2016 21:34:37 GMT -5
Juliette had practically been dozing off at this point, leaning back against the wall. So when she heard the scream? She jumped, swallowing down a momentary lump of fear in her throat. Jesus, what was that? She glared down the hallway, stomping down to Giselle's room. Considering the origin of the noise, she doubted anyone was getting murdered. "Lady Giselle?" She called, rapping on the door.
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Post by amberice on Aug 29, 2016 21:40:49 GMT -5
Roberta was on her feet in a moment as the scream pierced through the peaceful castle. She immediately glanced towards Fel, then walked over to the door and poked her head out to see if any commotion was going down in the hall.
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Post by ѕкуѕнα∂σω952 on Aug 29, 2016 22:04:23 GMT -5
(really low-key ship gil and quinn but maybe that's just me)
Quinn let out a little gasp and then burst into giggles as she heard Giselle's scream. "We did nothing illegal." She promised Gil, looking at him through the mirror with her shining eyes. "Just... uh, modified her mirror." Satisfied with that explanation, she looked at his hair skeptically. "You know, I could give you a haircut along with the makeup. I used to give them to my brothers, and they never went bald." Not really knowing where all of this was coming from, Quinn realized that for the first time she was a little homesick; she missed the warm smell of her farm, the laugh of her loud obnoxious brothers, how her dad would sing as he worked... Shaking her head briefly to clear the thought she looked back at the officer.
Giselle burst open the door, ready to start crying to appeal to whoever heard her, but then she saw it was Juliette. "Was it you?! Did you do this!?" She raged. The girl was in a towel, her hair messy and still dripping from her shower, but her hands were clenched at her sides and her eyes had never looked more murderous. "What makes you think this is funny!? It's not coming out!"
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Post by amberice on Aug 29, 2016 22:07:11 GMT -5
(#Quill)
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яєɗ
Chrom is overrated you fools
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Post by яєɗ on Aug 29, 2016 22:11:03 GMT -5
Same actually I'm horrible)
Gil had his eyebrow raised when she ensured him nothing illegal had happened; one of the guidelines was "not to cause stress" - or something like that. He'd never read the handbook or paid attention to the ramblings of the rules, even after his twenty years of living in the palace. Whatever the reason, he wasn't going to press it. The tall brunette on the floor looked terrified enough as it was. At the mention of getting a haircut, Gil's hand went up to his hair. It was by no means long, but the front had a definite length to it that never quite sat still due to him always running his hands through it and the fact it was just permanently messy. Plus, it was thick; his hair looked fine on him, but it was never, ever every-strand-in-place. "Are you trying to tell me something, Lady Quinn?" He asked, a joking lilt to his voice. He thought letting her put makeup was putting enough trust in her, nevermind cutting his hair.
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Post by amberice on Aug 29, 2016 22:15:15 GMT -5
(When you realize Roberta and Gil are the same age and both grew up in the palace. They were probably the most reluctant friends ever as kids)
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Aug 29, 2016 22:16:27 GMT -5
Juliette's eyes widened a bit, not expecting quite this much rage from Giselle. Then her eyebrows knit together and she shook her head, completely confused. "What are you talking about?" She scoffed, then pushed past the girl to see what had caused such a ruckus. Apparently, it was something that "wouldn't come out." Whatever that meant. "Oh," she breathed out, spotting the mirror. Her face remained stoic, though a giggle was currently being suppressed. "Well, as much as I would love to take credit for this masterpiece, unfortunately, it wasn't my doing."
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Post by amberice on Aug 29, 2016 22:20:23 GMT -5
("Selected Crush Anonymous"
They've got each others backs. Gotta protect that bro)
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Post by ѕкуѕнα∂σω952 on Aug 29, 2016 22:22:26 GMT -5
(Ahaha I can totally see it xD)
"What? Me? Never." Quinn laughed innocently, placing her hand on Gil's shoulder and leaning down to look at his hair/face in the mirror. "I just miss cutting hair I guess. Never mind." She shrugged with a smile, walking over to Hazel's dressers, not forgetting to grab a piece of chocolate on the way, and looking around. "Let's see, what's the most painful makeup technique we have here..." She said loud enough to Gil to hear, although there was a clear teasing element to her voice.
Giselle clenched her teeth. "It's lipstick! Lipstick is supposed to come out!" The girl huffed. "Or these maids aren't smart enough to know how to get lipstick away from glass." She muttered, glancing around before walking over to her bed angrily. "One of the girls did this. I'm going to find out who, and I'm going to report them to Alexander; they'll be gone by tomorrow." The Two vowed, glancing around, as if there would be any evidence of the culprit. This girl was acting like someone was murdered, not like lipstick was simply drawn on her mirror.
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яєɗ
Chrom is overrated you fools
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Post by яєɗ on Aug 29, 2016 22:31:20 GMT -5
Rip Fel nice knowing you it's been a blast)
"You're lucky, I shaved last night. Something tells me I wouldn't be the most beautiful woman walking around the palace if I was adorning facial hair," Gil joked, a hand coming up to his cheek nonetheless. He wasn't too keen on this idea, but he was here and Quinn was searching for the most painful makeup technique. He could hear the joking in her voice, but that didn't stop him from saying, "I grew up as an only child, I never had sisters to torture me with us. Take it easy on me, last time I went through with this was with Juliette - " he whined, cutting himself off before he started playfully pouting; if he did that, who knew what she could take it as. The last thing he needed was a girl to notice them and he was done for.
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Post by amberice on Aug 29, 2016 22:31:34 GMT -5
Roberta watched the exchange down the hall, then slowly let out a long sigh. She reached up, quickly scooping her hair back into a bun before stepping out into the hall and making her way towards the furious Two. She smiled politely as she approached, head dipping slightly. Time to get back to work. Glancing into the room, she said, "Lady Giselle, pardon me. We'll get this cleaned as quickly as possible."
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Post by ѕкуѕнα∂σω952 on Aug 29, 2016 22:46:30 GMT -5
Quinn giggled. She enjoyed how easily everything came with this guard; he was so down to earth, funny, he was sweet... Why can't things with Alexander be this simple? She shooed the thought away before grabbing some eyeliner from Hazel's dresser. "I'll get you some new stuff if her ruins it." She promised her friends with a laugh. "I promise I'll go easy on you. I've tortured plenty of boys in my day, being the only girl in my family." She grinned. "Now close your eyes."
"You better!" Giselle huffed. "Thanks for your efforts." The girl whipped around, going into her bathroom, and slammed the door. She had said thank you... that was a first, even if it was said otherwise sarcastically. Giselle bit her lip and looked in the mirror, taking a deep breath. You're going to win this thing. You're going to win this thing. You'll show them. With that, she got out her hair dryer and began the ever long process.
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яєɗ
Chrom is overrated you fools
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Post by яєɗ on Aug 29, 2016 22:55:22 GMT -5
This might be my last post tonight. It's almost twelve, I gotta get up at six for school (: (: (:
When Quinn returned with the eyeliner, Gil's eyes, which looked brown from a distance but we're actually a greener hazel, wearily eyed it before nodding. "Torture me. Just please let me wash this off so the trek back to my bedroom isn't a shameful one." He meant this as a joke but wasn't sure if it came out like that. Gil sometimes had an unfortunate habit of making his jokes sound too serious, though it didn't happen much. With a nod, he closed his eyes and tried to angle his face better for Quinn who was standing slightly taller than his sitting position. "If you have to get close to me, just warn me. I don't want to suddenly have you right on me and have me jump and ruin your living, breathing art." That definitely sounded like a joke, and it was. He assumed that Quinn might have to get close to him to fine-tune things, but he had no idea.
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Aug 29, 2016 22:56:06 GMT -5
Juliette was left staring at the shut bathroom door with her hands on her hips. "Wow. I think she needs to go ice her mouth or something. A thank you?" She rolled her eyes and glanced down towards Roberta, offering her a sympathetic shrug. "Sorry to drag you away from that party. Need any help with this?"
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Post by amberice on Aug 29, 2016 23:02:26 GMT -5
Roberta shook her head, eyes rolling as she spoke softly, "You'd think it was physically painful for her to say that. And I can clean it up, you'd better get back to your post, before you miss any of the fun."
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Post by ѕкуѕнα∂σω952 on Aug 29, 2016 23:24:35 GMT -5
Quinn rolled her eyes. "Alright, alright. I'm gonna touch your face now." She put a hand on Gil's cheek, angling his head so that it was facing upwards towards her as she took out the liquid eyeliner and slowly dragged it across his right lid, ending with small wing at the end. "Keep 'em closed." She ordered him before going to do the other eye; it wasn't even at all, but it was good enough for the circumstances. "Aha! Beautiful!" She laughed, drawing away from the solider. "I think another girl should get the honors to do your mascara, lipstick, and blush." She glanced around.
(Go to bed, Red! X3 See you guys tomorrow!)
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Post by ѕкуѕнα∂σω952 on Aug 30, 2016 16:08:30 GMT -5
(Oh fun.)
"See? You look pretty." Quinn glanced back at him with a smirk.
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Post by ѕкуѕнα∂σω952 on Aug 30, 2016 17:13:04 GMT -5
Quinn barked a laugh. "I mean, we might have to get rid of you. The competition is too much, we all know we'll loose." She placed a hand on her hip and tilted her head with the same smirk plastered on her face.
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