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Post by Chris Strongheart on Nov 30, 2006 21:28:58 GMT -5
Christine gritted her teeth. 'If you only knew what I saw, what I am, then you'd understand me better. But you aren't even trying,' she thought bitterly. "Fare thee well, then," Christine said, turning to walk off. Sky had to know - that was a given.
Bitter tears streaked down her face as she hurried back to Red Fountain.
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Post by Stella on Dec 2, 2006 11:59:39 GMT -5
"Kisses!" Stella chirped over her shoulder as she followed Bloom toward the dressing rooms, deciding that perhaps it would be better to follow her friend's example to be slightly less nasty. Last thing she needed was to have a confrontation with Christine and having word get back to Faragonda. No doubt, she'd be punished for 'bringing shame to Alfea's dignified name.'
And besides, for some ungodly reason, Brandon actually liked Christine and that meant that she had to try to at least be cordial to the girl - for his sake. Not that it particularly mattered at that moment. Brandon didn't even remember her, let alone Christine probably. Still, it was the principle of things and if there was one thing being friends with Bloom had taught her, it was that being snarky wasn't always the best way to be.
Now then, Stella thought with a wry smile, she just had to keep reminding herself of that.
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Post by Bloom on Dec 2, 2006 12:15:25 GMT -5
Trying three times before she actually got all the hangers to catch on the hook, Bloom slammed the dressing room door and grabbed one of the random dresses and pulled it off the hanger. How dare she? She had turned Bloom into some brat, stolen Sky away with a love spell and now she was following her everywhere just to rub it in? And no doubt that she’d go home and play the victim card with Sky and blow it all out of proportions.
“How much you want to bet she’s going to run home and cry all over Sky about how we were both so horrible and mean to her?” she said aloud, assuming Stella was already on the other side of the door. If not, she had to get it out anyways. Tossing her clothes into a pile on the floor, she began tugging on the dress, paying little attention to what she was doing. It was times like these when her hurt and anger threatened to get the better of her that she could feel the Dragonfire burning within her, begging to be released. “And he’ll coddle her every whim because she’s the fragile little princess and he’s the big strong hero.”
It had to be a very strong spell the witch was using. She couldn’t believe Sky could go for anyone like that otherwise. And just how had she gotten Saladin to break the rules and allow her to attend Red Fountain? How could someone that weak be a hero? Strong, dark magic.
“It’s our flaws that make us interesting, and she has none. She’s... perfect,” she continued to rant, zipping up the back of the dress. Opening the door, she stepped out, fisting her hands on her hips.
“And now we are going to be the bad...”
Trailing off suddenly, Bloom caught a look at herself in the mirror. She had been paying so little attention that she had grabbed possibly the most hideous dress in the entire store, if not all of Magix.
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Post by Stella on Dec 3, 2006 14:34:46 GMT -5
Plopping down on a satin-covered settee as she listened to Bloom rant on the other side of the door, Stella held her tongue in a vain attempt at keeping her vow to be more reserved in dealing with the topic of Christine. It was a difficult feat - one she almost lost - until Bloom, in a fine rage, threw open the door and Stella caught sight of her friend. A horrified laugh welling in her throat, Stella clamped her hands over her mouth as she shook her head emphatically. "Oh. My. God. No. Just...nooo."
Rising to stand beside Bloom, Stella grinned at the red-haired fairy in the mirror as she continued, grateful for a change of subject, "Besides, I already picked out the perfect dress for you. So you," at this Stella gave Bloom a playful push back toward the dressing room, "get out of this atrocity and go put the pretty one on."
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Post by Bloom on Dec 3, 2006 14:46:44 GMT -5
Bloom didn’t argue when Stella gave her a little push back to the changing room. In fact, she wouldn’t have argued had her friend suddenly executed a football tackle to send them both flying into the dressing room. It would have got her out of sight quicker.
“I look like a pumpkin!” she cried, taking one last look in the mirror at the ghastly creation of orange ruffles and taffeta and ruffles and puffy sleeves... and ruffles. Oh God, the ruffles. “Now I know how Mirta must have felt!”
Quickly locking herself back in the room, she got herself out of the thing that tried to pass itself off as a dress as quickly as she could.
Although, if it was good for one thing, it was taking her mind off her anger and her pain. The ugly was that powerful.
Free of the pumpkin prison, Bloom took a deep breath and carefully slid herself into the blue-green dress Stella had picked out for her. Unlocking the door, she stepped out a little cautiously and looked at her friend.
“Well?”
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Post by Stella on Dec 3, 2006 15:03:37 GMT -5
Hearing Bloom's voice behind her, Stella turned away from the mirror where she had been holding a pale yellow dress up to her body, a smile immediately breaking across her face. Quickly setting her own dress aside, Stella hurried over to Bloom's side and steered her toward the mirror as she exclaimed, "You look...amazing. No other words to describe it."
Moving to stand behind Bloom so that she could sweep her friend's red locks up in an elegant chignon to see how the hairstyle would suit the dress, Stella tilted her head as she said with a teasing smile, "In fact, you look so wonderful that I may just force you to pick something else lest you outshine me at my own ball."
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Post by Bloom on Dec 3, 2006 15:11:35 GMT -5
Catching a look at herself in the mirror, Bloom’s blue eyes widened considerably, especially after Stella swept her hair up off her shoulders. She had never seen such a beautiful dress, and never expected to look so beautiful in it.
“Princess of Sparx,” she whispered to herself before shifting her gaze to meet Stella’s eyes in the mirror. “Yeah, like that’s possible,” she giggled before her smile dropped a little. “It probably costs a fortune. Maybe this wasn’t the best place to start.”
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Post by Stella on Dec 3, 2006 15:20:17 GMT -5
"Nonsense," Stella replied as she met Bloom's gaze in the mirror. "This dress looks like it was practically made for you; there's no way that you're not getting this. I don't care how much it costs - you are walking out of this store with that dress." Holding up a hand, Stella added, "And I won't hear any of your protests. You're my best friend and want you to have the best. And besides, I'm the queen of fashion, right? And what kind of queen would I be if I let something so perfect for you slip out of your hands? Exactly. I wouldn't be a good queen at all. And we couldn't have that, could we?" Stella asked with a merry laugh as she shooed Bloom back toward the dressing room. "Now, go take that off so that we can have the salesperson ring it up for you."
Her stomach rumbling, Stella added, "I think we better grab lunch next before we hit up any more shops. What are we in the mood for? Pizza?"
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Post by Bloom on Dec 3, 2006 15:28:20 GMT -5
Bloom opened her mouth to protest but was quickly cut off as Stella spoke. She opened her mouth again, but this time was silenced by the holding up of a single hand. By this time she just gave up and smiled gratefully. She knew there was no arguing with Stella once she put her mind to something.
“Thank you so much Stella!” she exclaimed once she was able to get a word in. Throwing her arms around her friend, she gave her a quick hug before disappearing back into the dressing room. Changing back into her regular clothes, she hung the dress back up on the hangar as careful as if it was glass.
“I’m always in the mood for pizza,” she said, gathering up her purse and the dress and stepping back out of the room. “It totally doesn’t compare to this, but lunch is on me,” she said, the warmest of smiles on her face. In her eyes, along with immeasurable gratitude was a hint of apology. She couldn’t believe she’d almost let her temper ruin their day. Christine had ruined enough of her life, and she wasn’t going to let her ruin this day. It was time Bloom stepped up and started to take back control of her life.
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Post by Stella on Dec 3, 2006 15:36:24 GMT -5
Linking her arm through Bloom's, Stella replied cheerfully, "On the contrary, Bloom dahling - with me, food is compensation enough for practically everything." Pausing as a more serious look descended into her brown eyes, she then said softly, easily picking up on Bloom's look of apology, "And don't worry about it; if it had been me in your shoes, I would have surely ripped her head off. It just goes to show that you're ten times better of a person than I am." Injecting a bit of levity into her voice, Stella finished in an amused tone, "But it's all good because you're totally rubbing off on me."
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Post by Bloom on Dec 3, 2006 15:43:31 GMT -5
“Just don’t let me rub off too much. The second to last thing anyone needs is two of me,” she said with a smile, striding toward the counter with Stella to pay for the dress. “The last thing they need? For you to be anyone but yourself.”
Stella could be abrasive and overwhelming at times, but Bloom wouldn’t have her any other way. There was a certain spark of life in her, and it would be a sad day if the day came that anyone brought her down low enough to quench that.
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Post by Stella on Dec 3, 2006 15:53:37 GMT -5
Whipping out her credit card as they approached the register, Stella shot Bloom an amused look before quickly scrawling her name over the receipt, making sure that her friend didn't see how much the dress cost. Even though the amount came as no shock to Stella, who was no stranger to buying hand-crafted gowns, she knew that the sum would seem enormous to Bloom. And the last thing Stella wanted to do was to make Bloom feel guilty.
As the salesperson tucked the gown carefully into a bag, Stella gave Bloom another wide smile as she said in a sing-song voice, "Do you know what I think? I think that every boy at my party is going to take one look at you and have their jaws drop to the floor. And when they catch the sight of the two of us together, they're going to drop dead. Uh huh. Mark my words."
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Post by Bloom on Dec 3, 2006 16:10:22 GMT -5
Accepting the bag from the salesperson, Bloom’s face was alight like a kid at Christmas. Two weeks, though? She had to wait two weeks to wear it? She really hoped that Stella was right and that they’d be too busy over those two weeks for her to even notice how long it was taking for the ball to get here.
Blushing a little at Stella’s comment, Bloom giggled as she opened the door and stepped back out into the warm sunlight.
“Well, then we’ll have to make sure they don’t see us together!” she said, trying to hide her smile. “I’d hate for your ball to end so early on such a tragic note.”
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