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Post by xkorina on Sept 26, 2008 14:13:06 GMT -6
Korina checked herself in the mirror for the tenth time that night. She'd looked at herself from every angle possible, in every way. She still wasn't satisfied that the dress she was wearing looked good on her, but her friends had told her it did the previous Summer when she bought it. She'd bought it particularly for parties or special events at school, mostly because it looked somewhat expensive. Truth was, she'd bought it at Winners because it was on sale. It fitted the right parts of her body, especially her chest. But she still thought it showed too much of her cleavage, too much for a party with guys. Her plan was to hide at the back and not be noticed, so she could tell people she went. That should work, right?
Korina had decided to wait until later on before she entered, mostly so she didn't have to wait in a line. Walking down the sleek, red carpet she all of a sudden felt very self conscious. Some were staring at her, but she didn't know why. It could've been with disgust, jealousy, anger, or whatever. She kept her head high, and ignored the stares burning into the back of her head. Korina peeled the brown ringlets that stuck to her neck. She'd decided to keep her hair down that night, but now she deeply regretted it. She didn't expect it to be so humid and.. crowded. Well this was Chloe's party, so what else to be expected?
Once the bouncer let her through, she walked into the large room. The bass from the music could be felt pounding in her chest uncomfortably. Korina wasn't one for loud music and parties, but to keep her appearance up, she'd decided to come. She wasn't going to be the lonely one to sit in the corner this time, she wanted to rise up to an acceptable level. That was hard when you were small, thin, quiet and shy. She'd decided to change herself altogether when she moved here, but she failed. With a bitchy room mate, and crappy classes, pressure eventually beats you.
Korina felt very out of place out here, and hugged her arms around herself in an act of self comfort. What was she to do? Sweaty guys were grinding into slutty girls, who showed so much skin they could be mistaken for a hooker. This mused Korina, thinking if that actually happened. She awkwardly stumbled to the bar, sitting herself up on one of the higher chairs. She didn't know how girls could live wearing high heels, when her own were killing her.
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Post by Lydia Dupont on Sept 26, 2008 16:51:18 GMT -6
Lydia wrinkled her nose at the club as she took a few dainty sips of her drink. California was nothing like she had expected it to be. Even when she had visited it in her youth it had never been like this. She twisted a lock of her straight hair around her left index finger. If things didn’t start looking up she was going to just have to move back. Deep inside of her she knew she could never show her face back home, not after her father’s very public arrest. However, she also knew that her blue-bred blood had no place in a sweaty night club full of tacky close and disgustingly loose adolescents.
She took another sip of her drink and scanned the room. Her brown eyes immediately locked on a girl who was wearing same repulsed look that she herself adorned. She raised a brow as she inspected the girl’s appearance. Lydia was never a big believer in the cliché ‘never judge a book by its cover’. She firmly thought that people projected some form of their personality into their appearance. For example—messy people dressed sloppily, and tasteless people… well they dressed like they did here in California. The girl’s dress wasn’t something that Lydia would ever consider owning, it looked rather like a mall-bought suburban number to her, but she liked it a great deal more than some of the other skin-tight numbers that she had regretfully laid her aching eyes on. The girl had potential, and Lydia was in the market for recruits.
She was careful not to spill her drink as she maneuvered her way through the crowd towards the girl’s direction. Her booties made lovely clinking noises on the floor, but no one would be able to hear it over the distasteful rap music being blasted over the speakers. Oh how she longed for her own New York City venues. By the time she reached the girl’s area she had been knocked into three times, something that surely would never happen in New York. People simply wouldn’t dare. It wasn’t that she was mean, or cruel. No, Lydia wasn’t one of those bratty high school ‘mean girls’ that movies were constantly stereotyping, she was simply someone who commanded a great deal of respect. Her compulsively neat and orderly demeanor, as well as her spotless reputation, had always been a bit intimidating to others. It was strange to be in a world where no one knew her, or of her. Though she supposed that was exactly what her mother wanted. “Having fun?” she asked the girl once she had finally caught her attention.
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Post by xkorina on Sept 26, 2008 18:22:34 GMT -6
Korina wrinkled her nose in distaste as the rap music blared deafly through the speakers that dawned the walls. It was tacky, and how it was referred to music, she'd never know. This wasn't her type of party at all, and she wasn't having a good time. Every one here was so gorgeous and sexy, it only made her feel even more ugly. This didn't help when you were paranoid and very self conscious. Korina clutched a Burberry purse in her right hand, a gift from her mother. She'd gone to England before Korina was born, and stupidly enough, bought a $395.00 purse. She'd given it to the teen as a birthday/leaving present. It was one of the most expensive things she owned, and made her feel a little more comfortable here.
Korina's brown eyes scanned the club frantically for someone she knew, when they landed on a girl heading her way. She was pretty, but there was something different about her. She could tell her clothes were extraordinarily expensive. But she didn't look so peppy and.. cocky. She was now looking at her, coming directly at her. Was she going to talk to Korina? Probably not, nobody did. She seemed to be a mere distraction in the background, nothing you wouldn't really want to care about. Suddenly her throat felt dry; parched. She needed a drink, but if this girl was going to approach her, it was kind of rude to just walk away. Instead, Korina looked the opposite way, trying to change her awkward position.
“Having fun?” Korina heard. Her head whipped round to see where the source of the voice had come from, seeing the girl that was coming to wards her. She smiled weakly, trying to look.. excited. "Umm, not really," Korina confessed. There was no point in lying. She was totally out of place here, and nothing seemed to really work for her. "Are you having fun?" She shouted over the music, trying to be heard by the girl talking to her. Her German accent could be picked out as she spoke more. She worried it would be difficult for the girl to understand, as it was for most people. She sighed inwardly and bit her bottom lip, her left fist clenched at her side whilst her right one was occupied by the purse.
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