Post by Cinder Maebell Lynn on May 7, 2012 19:30:48 GMT -5
Cinder adjusted her gold bikini in front of the mirror. She had her makeup on that was charmed to stay on, even through water, her hair french-braided down her back and a small bikini on that showed off her curves quite well. Satisfied, Cinder put on her flipflops, grabbed some suntan-lotion and a towel and walked out at a steady pace.
She got several looks from girl and boys alike; She always attracted attention. With her killer smile, perfect hair/makeup and her great fashion sense, she was a source of attention anyday. But today she was walking through the camp in a bikini. A bikini. You can probably understand where those guys train of thought were going. Not to mention the girls jealous of her curves.
But then again -- they didn't know the careful diet she had in order to stay that way. And they didn't know of her acne. Long story short: Cinder's appearance isn't all it's cracked up to be. Her hair was curled that way, her skin was only that soft from tons of lotion and, truth be told, her hair was only that healthy from washing it in vinegar every night, and her tan skin... well... it really was that dark.
She got to the beach, laying out her fluffy beach towel and laying on it. She turned on her back, smelling the fresh, clean scent of the linen. Her back was soaking up all the sun it could get -- not that she needed it. She only tanned because she liked to be out in the sun, it had nothing to do with needing it, as previously stated.
Her warm hair was leaving a faint smell of flowery perfume as the sun baked off it, and her gold bikini sparkled and glimmered. She could feel several pairs of eyes on her -- man, sometimes she really hated that. Couldn't she just get some peace? Not that tons of people were dying to meet her, or take her picture or anything. She just attracted slightly more attention than most girls.
A small shadow blocked her light and the temperature of her back dropped a degree. Cinder hesitated a moment before flipping around on her back. She saw a familiar face and smiled, showing her pearly white teeth and lipglossed lips.
''Heya!''
Words: enough
Notes: Jamie will die... lol xD
Outfit: click for her pretteh bikineh!
Muse: I'm stomping on it's grave, atm.
She got several looks from girl and boys alike; She always attracted attention. With her killer smile, perfect hair/makeup and her great fashion sense, she was a source of attention anyday. But today she was walking through the camp in a bikini. A bikini. You can probably understand where those guys train of thought were going. Not to mention the girls jealous of her curves.
But then again -- they didn't know the careful diet she had in order to stay that way. And they didn't know of her acne. Long story short: Cinder's appearance isn't all it's cracked up to be. Her hair was curled that way, her skin was only that soft from tons of lotion and, truth be told, her hair was only that healthy from washing it in vinegar every night, and her tan skin... well... it really was that dark.
She got to the beach, laying out her fluffy beach towel and laying on it. She turned on her back, smelling the fresh, clean scent of the linen. Her back was soaking up all the sun it could get -- not that she needed it. She only tanned because she liked to be out in the sun, it had nothing to do with needing it, as previously stated.
Her warm hair was leaving a faint smell of flowery perfume as the sun baked off it, and her gold bikini sparkled and glimmered. She could feel several pairs of eyes on her -- man, sometimes she really hated that. Couldn't she just get some peace? Not that tons of people were dying to meet her, or take her picture or anything. She just attracted slightly more attention than most girls.
A small shadow blocked her light and the temperature of her back dropped a degree. Cinder hesitated a moment before flipping around on her back. She saw a familiar face and smiled, showing her pearly white teeth and lipglossed lips.
''Heya!''
Words: enough
Notes: Jamie will die... lol xD
Outfit: click for her pretteh bikineh!
Muse: I'm stomping on it's grave, atm.