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Post by Chris Strongheart on Nov 26, 2006 18:45:17 GMT -5
OOC: insert wherever on the timeline ::laughs:: I'm too tired to try and figure that out
Christine padded silently through the rows of dresses, trying to find a dress for some reason, oh, yes, she had that ball she had to attend on Lovelylocks, for some reason - oh, yes, she had that party she simply had to attend because she had just "knighted" someone - or rather, her father had knighted someone in her absence. Unfortunately, the person she had wanted to attend with her had been invited to another event and she didn't dare ask - mainly because she didn't want any more bad blood between his ex and her friends. She plastered on a smile on her face as she looked at the dresses, all the while wishing she could just get away with wearing, why hello, there.
Her eyes alighted on a simple ice blue satin gown, decorated with white lace. It was just perfect and she reached over to touch it, to try it on when she heard voices.
Oh, hell.
Bloom.
And Stella.
This was going to be a fun encounter.
OOC: tags, well, duh, Bloom and Stella
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Post by Stella on Nov 30, 2006 14:30:49 GMT -5
Dragging Bloom by her wrist through the shop's entrance, Stella began, her voice eager, "Supposedly this is the new best place to get formal wear in all of Magix. All the gowns are one-of-a-kind, hand-crafted pieces and that's just what I need! Oh, there's no doubt that I'll find something here!" Giving a exuberant smile, Stella added cheerfully, shopping always being able to put her into her best mood, "Actually scratch that; I'm bound to find tons of things here."
Humming softly as she moved through the shop, Stella's eyes flicked over all the items, carefully making mental notes of each piece. They were all terribly gorgeous and it took all of Stella's strength to not just flounce up to the register and purchase them all. She certainly could afford to, but when it came down to it, that wasn't the point. As easily as she could pull out ten dresses she adored in a heart's beat, what she needed at that moment was the perfect dress. Not a bunch of perfect ones. She needed one that spoke to her. One that would make her shine on her special night. One that only she could pull off. One that would make Brandon's jaw drop.
At the thought of Brandon, Stella felt a cloud began to shift over her bubble of happiness. As far as she knew, there was nothing to be done about his state for the time being. Palladium had finally come to the conclusion that whatever had been done to Brandon would wear off in time naturally - that they just had to be patient. That it would probably take just as much time for him to come up with a potion as it would for the process to be reversed on its own. Patience. Too bad she didn't have any.
Trying to brush these grim thoughts out of her mind, Stella plastered a bright smile back on her face. She just had to keep remembering that Brandon would be back to normal one of these days and that when it finally happened, her fairytale life could continue.
She just hoped that things fixed themselves before her Princess Ball because it just wouldn't be the same to have it without him by her side.
Turning back to Bloom, Stella held out a beautiful blue dress as she asked, "What do you think? I don't think it's really my color, but I bet you anything you'd rock it."
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Nov 30, 2006 14:34:35 GMT -5
Christine just hoped the other two ladies wouldn't notice her at all, although, with her signature hair color - dark brown with tri-colored natural streaks, it was kind of hard not to notice her. Still, she'd just keep her fingers crossed.
She silently picked up her ice blue gown and held it close to her, not wanting to lose the one dress that would look good on her - hopefully.
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Post by Bloom on Nov 30, 2006 14:40:27 GMT -5
Bloom suddenly found herself glad that she’d chosen a pair of shoes that were a little less heel-y for their shopping excursion. The way Stella was dragging her around she was sure to have broken an ankle or two by now.
Not that she was complaining, mind you. She was way too happy to see her friend so excited that she would have gladly taken the broken ankle. This was going to be exhausting, hectic and way more fun than she’d had in days. Or months, apparently.
“Why do I get the feeling we’re not leaving Magix until all of your credit cards are maxed out?” she laughed, her eyes sparkling as they roamed the many dresses just inside the door. Turning her eyes back to Stella, Bloom found herself suddenly staring at a gorgeous blue dress. “Oh, I don’t know about that. You look great in everything,” she said, brushing her fingers over the material. “It is beautiful.”
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Post by Stella on Nov 30, 2006 14:50:14 GMT -5
"Well, try it on," Stella giggled as she pushed the dress into Bloom's hands. Turning back to the countless amount of dresses, Stella bit her lip as she fingered through them, every so often murmuring, "No, no, no...yes!" Pulling out a to die for pale blue-green dress that came complete with the silkiest pink sash, Stella nodded her head furiously as she exclaimed, "Forget that blue one - look at this one! This one is it for you. Oh, I just know it. I can tell about these things, Bloom and this one - it's just screaming your name..."
Her voice trailing off as she caught sight of Christine out of the corner of her eye, Stella rolled her eyes. Well wasn't that just the perfect coincidence? Lowering her voice, Stella subtly tilted her head in the direction of the person in question as she said sarcastically, "Looks like your best friend is here, Bloom."
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Nov 30, 2006 14:53:12 GMT -5
Christine tensed and quickly made her way to the register. She wanted to avoid this fight as much as possible. Sky definitely had to do something about Bloom - because she had no desire to end up on the front page of a gossip magazine because of the other woman.
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Post by Bloom on Nov 30, 2006 15:01:23 GMT -5
Stella’s giggling was infectious and Bloom was soon giggling along as she too began to rifle through the many racks, the blue dress folded over one arm. This place better have big dressing rooms because they were probably going to fill them before they were ready to start the fashion show.
Turning around at Stella’s sudden exclamation, Bloom’s face lit up as her eyes fell on the dress. Nobody could ever deny that the Princess of Solaria had an uncanny knack for fashion.
“Wow, you can hear them too?” she asked, playfully holding a hand to her ear and leaning toward the dress as if listening for her name. Sadly, the fun and games were short lived. At Stella’s quiet words, Bloom felt her whole body tense. She didn’t need to look to know who else was there, but her head seemed to turn of its own accord. All humour suddenly dropped from her face and her skin paled.
If anything could have ruined her day, this was it. Could this really be a coincidence? She had been to Magix a whole two times since she’d been back, and both times the first store she stepped foot in, there was that boyfriend stealing, spell casting witch. She was totally being followed!
“Great,” Bloom muttered.
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Nov 30, 2006 15:04:21 GMT -5
Christine kept her regal bearing as she started to walk past the pair of Alfea girls, calm and composed - that was the name of the game. Sky would be very proud of her if she managed to keep from doing anything that would cause the pair to do something.
She just gave them a simple nod in greeting as she passed by, hoping neither stopped her to talk. She wanted to get back to the safety of Red Fountain, and the safety of Sky's arms.
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Post by Stella on Nov 30, 2006 15:18:06 GMT -5
Noticing how Bloom's expression had darkened, Stella had to fight the urge to give Christine a piece of her mind. What Sky saw in that girl was beyond her - especially with the way he always used to carry on and on about how much he wanted a down-to-earth girl. Well, Bloom was about as down-to-earth as a girl could get and that Christine...Stella fought a grimace. She was about as fake as could be. If she was such a big, tough specialist, then why did it always seem like she was running into Sky's arms in fits of tears? True, she hadn't really witnessed those kinds of displays firsthand, but people talked and word had a way of getting around.
Shaking her head, Stella remarked loyally, "She's got nothing on you, Bloom. You're tougher, stronger, smarter and ten times prettier than her. I bet Sky's really kicking himself over the head now for making the biggest mistake of his life."
As Christine walked past them, Stella lifted her brows as she said snarkily, easily loud enough for the brunette to hear, "Yep, the biggest mistake of his life."
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Nov 30, 2006 15:21:39 GMT -5
Christine pivoted on her heel and turned to look at Stella. She just merely arched an eyebrow, and she'd still her tongue - not say anything to encourage them. She'd be the better person for it.
Of course, that didn't stop her from mentally cursing out Stella and Bloom.
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Post by Bloom on Nov 30, 2006 15:27:54 GMT -5
Bloom was really glad that Stella was there. Her friend’s moral support and quick wit was enough to keep her from probably trying to make a run for it and getting caught up in a rack of dresses or something equally stupid and embarrassing. She’d made an idiot out of herself once in front of this girl, and she wasn’t about to do it again. Stella was right: she was tough and she was strong. She wasn’t going to let this get to her.
Even if she wanted to scream “if it was such a huge mistake, why doesn’t he just fix it?”. She just had to keep reminding herself that it wasn’t under his control now.
Not replying to Stella’s comment, Bloom steeled herself against Christine’s look when the witch turned to look at them. Holding her head high, it took all her willpower not to make a mad dash.
“Christine,” she said simply with a slight nod of her head.
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Nov 30, 2006 15:35:55 GMT -5
"Fancy running into you here, but if you excuse me, I need to get back to Red Fountain. I have a lot to get done before I return home for the weekend," she said quietly, a faint regal aura surrounding her.
"And I'd like to wish you a hearty congratulations, Princess Stella. But you will forgive me if I can't make it your princess ball?" she asked, turning her attention to Stella. "I have affairs of the state that I must attend to and I simply will be unable to attend."
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Post by Stella on Nov 30, 2006 15:54:17 GMT -5
Mentally rolling her eyes at Christine's formality, Stella replied sweetly, "Oh, I wasn't even aware that you had been invited! But, in any event, affairs of the state are so much more important than my silly ball, so I understand." Pausing for a moment, Stella then chirped innocently, "If you still would like to get me a present, you can just have Sky deliver it to me."
The truth was, Stella couldn't care less about about Christine getting her a gift. She just wanted to rub it in the girl's face that the golden boy had opted to attend the ball with the knowledge that Bloom was going to be there.
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Nov 30, 2006 16:00:28 GMT -5
Christine's composure never faltered for a moment at the mention of Sky. "I think Sky must have mentioned it in passing and I simply had to ask forgiveness in advance," she said simply. Her left hand went to her temple and she massaged a growing ache.
She could see something as she looked at Stella - a whisp of a vision. Something was going to happen. She was tempted to warn Stella but thought better of it - after all, she didn't want to be accused of doing anything to spoil Stella's day.
"I would love to stay and chat longer but I'm afraid I simply must return to Red Fountain," she said, a look of unmasked fear in her eyes. Saladin must be made aware of what she saw - and Sky needed to know, so he was ready to help his friend.
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Post by Bloom on Nov 30, 2006 21:13:55 GMT -5
So Princess Perfect was going home for the weekend? Bloom wondered if Sky would be going with her. With her gone, this would be the perfect time for them to stage that intervention with Brandon. Even if time was the only thing that could fix him, it couldn’t hurt to try to speed it up. He had to have his memories back for Stella’s ball. He just had to!
The next question, of course, was how did Christine know about the ball already? They had just found out about it themselves! Was she keeping tabs on Stella too?
Oh, Sky, what have you gotten into? You sure know how to attract the crazies, baby.
Not only did she know about the ball, but thought that she was invited. Ha!
Were princesses supposed to be this formal all the time? It was so boring! Bloom was so glad that Stella didn’t act this way. Hearty congratulations? Affairs of the state? Who talks like that anymore?
Lowering her head to keep all traces of here annoyed inner monologue hidden, she grabbed a few more random dresses off the nearest rack. Turning, she headed for the dressing rooms.
“Don’t let us keep you. I’d hate for those affairs to get stated without you,” Bloom threw over her shoulder as she walked away. See? She wasn’t running, she was just walking quickly.
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