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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2014 14:33:38 GMT
She paints her nails with a close precision - the brush sweeps from top to the tip, in the only colour she ever wears, red.
Today, it's a deep crimson. Marina is sat on a bench in the most art gallery, waiting for no one in particular but catching attention anyway. It's her hair, they say. Her dresses with the frills, the ruby red shoes. Maybe they even wonder if her presence is quite real, the passers by, anyway. She's a bit too pale to be kind, too cold to be gentle, and who paints their nails sitting on a bench near the gallery gift shop, anyway?
The walls are white, and paintings are adorned, simple decor. Marina's after something especially beautiful today, but her nails got chipped and she can't go anywhere with chipped nails now.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2014 0:14:52 GMT
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still looking for you
i'm dead in the water
can't you see?
can't you see? | Hazel glanced around at the paintings that hung on the walls, art that had been painstakingly made with the patient strokes of a brush. Some were vibrant and colorful, while others were more subdued, instead focusing on the most minute of details. Along with those there were a variety of other paintings and sculptures, and Hazel had spent a good portion of her morning looking at everything, leaving her feeling a little tired from walking and standing around. She had made her way through to where the gift shop was, though she didn’t really have any intentions of buying something from it. Instead, she glance over at a bench, where there was only a lone girl sitting there and… painting her nails? Hazel thought that was a little odd. She didn’t really know a lot of people who painted their nails randomly in public, let alone in the middle of an art museum. Then again, she barely wore nail polish on her own fingernails, so she wouldn’t exactly know if this was a common thing or not. Either way, she needed a place to sit, so she made her way over there and quietly sat down. It felt a little awkward to sit so close to someone and not say anything. The blonde woman glanced over at the dark-haired girl, who truthfully didn’t look like the warm and friendly type, but it never hurt to be polite, right? “That’s a lovely color,” Hazel ventured, smiling a little. MARINA LOCH |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2014 18:56:32 GMT
"Why thank you." Her fingers stretched in the negative space between them, so Marina could examine each one, see to it that there was not even a scratch. Her eyes never once looked in the direction of the feminine voice, but eventually, it did.
It was a youthful one. Her blonde locks fell nicely and framed her face cutely, which made Marina almost laugh with jealousy. But there was also a naive buzz about her which Marina liked - fools, after all, were all naive.
"What brings you here today, my love?" She offers, and it sounds almost kind. Her red eyes look up to her, making sure not to look off putting.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2014 19:45:28 GMT
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i'm dead in the water
can't you see?
can't you see? | Hazel smiled a little when the other woman accepted her compliment, though she seemed to be too busy carefully inspecting her nails to even turn to face her when she thanked her. The blonde sat there a little awkwardly, not sure what else she should say until the other woman finally turned and looked at her. The way her eyes flicked over her gave Hazel the impression that she was almost sizing her up, and she tensed a little bit, not really sure what to do in this situation. Luckily the moment passed quickly and the other woman offered her a small smiled and continued their conversation. “Oh, well I had the day off,” Hazel replied, smiling again. “I thought it’d be nice to look around at some art for a little bit.” MARINA LOCH |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2014 21:50:06 GMT
Marina nodded, not really paying attention to the young flower. Really, she nodded into the space in front of her, but she looked back at her straight away.
"Ah, how lovely. Maybe you could help me pick something out." Marina offered absentmindedly, not that interested in this girl. She had no reason to impress her, no reason to frighten her. She was just one of the ordinary. She moved her fingers around a little, before adding:
"Do you not wear polish, dearest?" She peered at the other woman's hands.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2014 0:25:19 GMT
| | | i'm dead in the water
still looking for you
i'm dead in the water
can't you see?
can't you see? | “Pick something out?” Hazel repeated, glancing around at the paintings hanging on the walls again. “Oh, um, I don’t know about that…” The woman didn’t really seem to be paying attention to what she was saying, so Hazel just let her sentence trail off, fidgeting a little bit. The woman’s eyes slid down to look at Hazel’s hands, and her bare fingernails. Hazel didn’t wear nail polish much aside from some clear coat occasionally. She just kept her nails clean and filed nicely. It wasn’t like she had a whole lot of people to impress anyway, so why take the time to carefully paint them? “Oh, no, not often,” the blonde replied, glancing down at her nails as well. They were fairly nice regardless of color, the ends filed down to rounded squares poking out just over her fingers. MARINA LOCH |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2014 22:29:12 GMT
"Yes... pick something out..." Marina repeated, impatient like a mother trying to teach a toddler how to speak.
"Have some confidence in yourself, girl. There's no one else who can do it for you." Marina stood up now, happy that her nails managed to dry nicely. She stared at them one last time, admiring the way they shone under the light, and pocketed her polish in her small handbag.
It was then Marina took the girl's hand in hers, scrutinizing her nails. Certainly, they weren't treated badly, or neglected, but alas, a clear coat always disappointed her. She herself usually wore fake nails to avoid long term damage, because her red nails was more than just a symbol of her profession. It was at the very core of her personality.
"That says a lot about you, doesn't it?" Marina let go of her hand, letting it fall into her lap. There was a soft kind of resentment in her voice - at least this young one looked after her pretty little head. God forbid if she didn't.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2014 1:22:59 GMT
| | | i'm dead in the water
still looking for you
i'm dead in the water
can't you see?
can't you see? | Hazel looked up when the other woman stood, surprised at her sudden advice. She bit her lip and couldn’t help but fidget a little, looking anything but confident right now. Was her insecurity that obvious to others? She tried to act more confident and assertive, she really did, but that sort of thing did not come easy to the young woman. She only really had any confidence when she was more comfortable. Suddenly, the dark-haired woman had grabbed her hands and began inspecting her nails. Though Hazel was a little surprised at this, she made no move to pull away and instead let her scrutinize them. As she did so, her blue eyes glanced down at her crimson nails, and the thought of how completely different they were crossed her mind briefly. When her hand was finally let go, Hazel could sense that she seemed displeased by how plain they were, and she wasn’t really sure what to say. She glanced up at the woman while her fingers fidgeted a little with the hem of her skirt. “Well, I think they look nice and professional this way,” she replied. MARINA LOCH |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2014 18:33:33 GMT
"Yes, the same goes for your personality I notice. Say what you will, dearest." Marina offered her a hand, however. "I said, we're going to pick something out. For my apartment." She repeated, clear and slow for the benefit of the young budding 'professional' girl. If professional meant to conform, Marina would never have any of it.
It was a small gallery, so there weren't many people walking around. Spaces were white and paintings sparse, but Marina already had a few in mind. This was more of a game to string the budding young lamb along. Maybe at the end of it she'd get her ice-cream, reward her for being court with business.
"What do I call you, my dear?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2014 3:32:12 GMT
| | | i'm dead in the water
still looking for you
i'm dead in the water
can't you see?
can't you see? | Hazel wasn’t really sure how to respond to that comment, but she noticed that the woman had offered her hand to her. Silently, she took it, biting her lip a little. Well, she seemed to really want her to help pick out a painting, but the blonde woman wasn’t sure how much help she could be. The two of them obviously had vastly different tastes, and she was sure whatever she tried to pick out for her wouldn’t really be what she wanted. Nevertheless, she figured she’d at least try. Her blue eyes glanced around at the paintings surrounding them. There was a fairly nice variety, and really she thought all of them looked nice. Hopefully the woman beside her wouldn’t be too picky… “oh, my name is Hazel,” she replied, turning back to her once she was addressed again. “Um, what is yours?” MARINA LOCH |
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