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Post by Sarah on Dec 14, 2007 0:46:17 GMT -5
*When she awoke at first, she thought it had been all a dream--a damn nice one, but a dream nonetheless. But when she happened to turn her head and look in the mirror--* "OhmygoditreallyhappeneditwashimandhekissedmeandnowIlookreally prettyfweeeeeeee!" *Gone was the dorky girl in glasses. In her place was someone that, while definitely her, was MUCH easier on the eyes.*
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Post by Erik on Dec 14, 2007 21:21:53 GMT -5
((Is it weird that I liked the other one better?))
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Post by Sarah on Dec 15, 2007 18:12:46 GMT -5
((I...guess not. But it doesn't help my self-esteem. I've always been the dorky nerdy girl with glasses that got ignored. For once, I want to look like Anne in the current avvie)) *Thanks to her sue powers, Sarah remembered that there were auditions going on for Turandot. Quickly, she grabbed her handbag and zoomed back out of the inn *
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Post by Norman Bates on Dec 15, 2007 18:26:36 GMT -5
((I always think the nerdy girls are hotter. I don't like makeup is the primary reason. But I want you to be happy. ))
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Post by Der Tod on Dec 15, 2007 18:37:43 GMT -5
((Aww, no worries. I'm just the oversensitive doofus that's sick of being the nerdy girl [in appearance, anyway])).
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Post by Xavier on Dec 15, 2007 18:46:55 GMT -5
((I'm a nerdy girl! And damn proud! Inside *and* out. You should see me during exams.))
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Post by Norman Bates on Dec 15, 2007 19:04:33 GMT -5
((I'm a nerdy girl! And damn proud! Inside *and* out. You should see me during exams.)) ((You're hot.))
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Post by johnz on Dec 15, 2007 19:21:54 GMT -5
((Don't bother trying to cheer Sarah up. She's been singing this tune for the past 5 years, the entire time I've known her, and nothing you say or do will make her feel any better about looking like the nerdy girl.))
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Post by Maria on Dec 15, 2007 19:35:33 GMT -5
((Shutup. And don't answer him, I knocked him out and he's in my closet now. ))
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Post by Norman Bates on Dec 15, 2007 20:01:31 GMT -5
((John is clearly a wise person who needs to spend more time on the 'verse. With his wisdom.))
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Post by Sarah on Dec 17, 2007 22:34:10 GMT -5
((Ack! You people and your spam!)) **BACK FROM TEH OPERA** *Sarah teleported into the room, using her powers in a way that probably was too advanced for her own good. Still, she didn't care. She was upset that she'd forgotten about the opera having no mezzo roles, AND making a fool of herself in front of everybody at the auditions. That, and most of the self-inserts had plot, and she didn't. Glaring at the mirror as though it were the one at fault, she pointed her finger accusingly at it* "You're a dork. Even prettified, you're a dork. You can't even get laid, forget about actually having a 'verse bf or plot. I bet you can't even conjure up a boyfriend!" *That, of course, is when she got one of her brilliant ideas (which is to say, very stupid). She could conjure up a boyfriend! Grinning, she waved her hands about and cast a spell. It rebounded off the mirror, hit her square in the chest, and set off a colorful display of sparks that, while they didn't burn anything, were-crazy bright. When the light faded, she was gone, her words hanging in the air* "Aw, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu---"
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Post by Sarah on May 7, 2008 21:14:56 GMT -5
**A LOT LATER** *Not even bothering to linger in the foyer--god only knows what would find her if she stayed there a second too long--she headed straight upstairs and into her room. It felt almost strange to be here, after being away for months all that had happened. Sighing, she closed the door behind her, locking it securely as she knew full well who she shared this building with. She leaned against the door, staring at the now mended ceiling.* "Ohhh, that figures. That bloody figures. I get plot and what plot is it? Miss Saigon! And guess who I am." *She stomped over to the bed, falling onto the mattress more than sitting on it. Canon, canon, canon. Right? But...no, things were going to go differently, because Kim was hers and she'd never kill one of her own...well, not really. Which begged the question: what the hell was lying ahead?* "...and do I want it?" She said to the empty room. "Meet him again, or just hide in here and never know how this ends on the 'verse. 'cuz it sure ain't gonna be canon." *She paced, she pondered, she messed up her hair from running her hands through it as her mind flipped back and forth. Wibbling. Finally, she stopped pacing in the middle of the room.* "Dammit, I'm not budging!" *No hiding in the inn. Not anymore *
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Post by Sarah on Jun 27, 2008 8:52:48 GMT -5
**NEW DAY**
*Finally, they'd both reached the room, which was rather unlived-in looking since she spent almost no time here.*
"Well," she said, suddenly wishing she'd put the sword somewhere that it couldn't be seen, "here we are."
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Post by Jay Gatsby on Jun 27, 2008 20:33:22 GMT -5
Jay twisted his hands underneath her arms and held her from behind "It's a nice room" he replied kissing her neck.
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Post by Sarah on Jun 29, 2008 16:04:27 GMT -5
*She leaned back into his arms*
"Yes," she sighed. "Better now that you're here."
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