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Re: The Cafeteria: Inside
By: Tigger Date: May 17, 2013, 12:03 am
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Jessica Seeley
Jess could tell that the conversation was going nowhere,
especially when the girl continued to insist that a dress wasn’t
considered an article of clothing. Jessica could tell that even
though V made dresses, she still had absolutely no idea what she
was talking about, in some regards. Really, who didn’t honestly
think that dresses weren’t a type of clothing? The very idea was
ridiculous. Trying her best to move the conversation to a more
light-hearted topic, she changed the subject.
“And it’s good to hear that you have a business when you’re so
young! Tell me, how much do your dresses sell for? How many have
you sold?
"Why would I need a business to sell dresses? I just sell them.
I'm a... 'private contractor', I think the phrase is. The money
I get goes half towards a charity of my choice and half to me.
And the prices they go for are.... around $6,000 dollars US? The
conversion is kind of difficult, but I think that is it. Depends
on the color, shape, and how long you want it if you don't like
the original design." Jess nodded, silently wondering what sort
of charities she donated to, or if anyone had bought her dressed
before at all.
“Well that’s not all that much.” Jessica shrugged, finally
feeling like they were speaking the same language. “Sorry for
the business thing, I assumed. And what sort of charities to you
give the money to? It’s a smart idea- it gets your name out
there and at the same time helps other people.”
"As for how many I've sold... Hmph. Why does it really matter to
you? Worried you won't be getting your money's worth, or that
I'm unreliable or something? That is an affront to me. And if
you are so worried about it, forget about it. It is clearly not
worth your time or energy." That was a huge almighty hint that
she had not sold any before. Anyone can say generally how many
products they have sold- and most people like to brag about
things like that. Her defensiveness gave her away like a ninja
wearing neon pink footy-pj's. Really, who did she think she was
fooling?
’Right when I thought we were actually getting somewhere…’
“Clearly, you’re not.” She muttered under her breath as she
rolled her eyes and V walked away to get rid of her tray.
"And, Jessica, if I want fashion advice-- or advice on hair
styling-- I will ask someone who actually knows what they are
talking about--in the case of my hair, my hairstylist. Someone
who has dedicated their life to hair. And..." Jess laughed
loudly at the girl’s pause. She couldn’t help herself.
Hairstyling was one of the many things Jessica did dedicate her
life to. She had even apprenticed at a very high end salon when
she was younger. Clearly, V had no idea who exactly she was
talking to. "...you might want to walk and look like a model,
but... you've got a long way to go."
“Shame. I guess I’ll just have to tell that photographer to just
not come all the way here from France for a photo shoot with me
tomorrow. Oh wait. He’s on the plane now. Shucks, I guess I’ll
just have to be in that magazine after all, even if I’m not a
model.” Sarcasm was dripping from her voice and she knew with
confidence that she had the upper hand. Because in reality, an
outstanding photographer was coming the next day for the soul
purpose to take her picture and put them in the next issue of a
magazine. Her parents had set everything up months in advance.
Jessica stood up as the girl sat down in front of her. “Of
course, I also have a trip to Germany next month for a runway
gig. They seemed to want me, even if I have a long way to go.”
Jess winked at the girl and reached in her bag for something
momentarily.
"Anything else you want to say before you leave, or are you
going to pretend to be my friend anyway? Because I think more
students are about to show up, and I've a few things to do
before lunch ends."
“Now that you mention it, I do.” Pulling her hand from her
purse, she retrieved a bottle of pills labeled 'Midol' and
placed it on the table in front of her.
“Clearly, you need these more than I do.” She said as she
casually walked away.
Jess is done here, I think.
#Post#: 503--------------------------------------------------
Re: The Cafeteria: Inside
By: MissM Date: May 17, 2013, 7:39 pm
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Verochka S-K
“Sorry for the business thing, I assumed. And what sort of
charities to you give the money to? It’s a smart idea- it gets
your name out there and at the same time helps other people.”
Vera paused, not knowing exactly how to phrase her answer,
especially knowing that there were still a large number of
people who wouldn't like it. "Mainly... charities, and
organizations, oriented towards..." she laughed, "equality, in
general. Alphabet soup organizations, one of my friends once
called them, I think. Especially ones in Russia... They...don't
get a lot of funding." That was putting it lightly. She glanced
down at the table, momentarily saddened at the memory of how
many news reels she'd watched on gay-bashings and the victims'
plights.
But her mind snapped back to the other questions she'd been
asked, temper flaring a little bit more. "As for how many I've
sold... Hmph. Why does it really matter to you? Worried you
won't be getting your money's worth, or that I'm unreliable or
something? That is an affront to me. And if you are so worried
about it, forget about it. It is clearly not worth your time or
energy."
The girl probably wanted a direct answer, but truth be told,
Vera had lost count of how many she'd made. The ones she sold
she could hardly remember, because nobody had bought them once
it had come out about the charities she gave the money to. Her
mouth twisted painfully at the memory of the last customer, who
demanded to choose the charity and then had left in a huff when
Verochka had said no.
The girl muttered something as Vera picked up her tray and took
care of her dishes, but she paid no attention. Turning back to
the table, she rolled her eyes at the girl sitting so
meticulously in front of her.
"And, Jessica, if I want fashion advice-- or advice on hair
styling-- I will ask someone who actually knows what they are
talking about--in the case of my hair, my hairstylist. Someone
who has dedicated their life to hair. And..." Jess laughed
loudly as Vera examined her "...you might want to walk and look
like a model, but... you've got a long way to go."
“Shame. I guess I’ll just have to tell that photographer to just
not come all the way here from France for a photo shoot with me
tomorrow. Oh wait. He’s on the plane now. Shucks, I guess I’ll
just have to be in that magazine after all, even if I’m not a
model."
Vera's eyes skyrocketed. "Oh, congratulations. When's the shoot
start? Although...the French tend to have a little laxer
standards when it comes to fashion. At least from my point of
view." Some days she even believed that statement.
"Of course, I also have a trip to Germany next month for a
runway gig. They seemed to want me, even if I have a long way to
go.” Jess winked at the girl and reached in her bag.
"Germany? Oh? Which show? A big one? See, I've been itching to
see another one for a while... Maybe I'll see you on the
runway." At this, Vera was genuinely interested. She had been
searching for a reason to visit Germany. It had been a long time
since she'd been to what she really considered her 'home'. Her
temper was quickly rising, though, at Jess's prickly manner, and
she slid Erin's design away, almost letting a sigh escape. She
wouldn't be getting a dress design request out of this girl.. or
at least, not at the moment.
"Anything else you want to say before you leave, or are you
going to pretend to be my friend anyway? Because I think more
students are about to show up, and I've a few things to do
before lunch ends." She cradled her face on her hands, which
were interlaced, palms facing down. Her silk brace implants dug
into her skin, but she ignored it, wanting to flame the girls'
temper just a little more.
“Now that you mention it, I do.” Pulling her hand from her
purse, Jessica placed a bottle of... something... on the table.
The label read 'Midol'. Verochka frowned. It was obviously
something to do with her emotion, or Jess wouldn't have bothered
with it.
“Clearly, you need these more than I do.” Jess said as she
casually walked away.
“Well goodbye, darling Jessica. Lovely temper you've got there,
don't get in trouble now...” she threw after the girl, not
caring if she heard or reacted. Her anger cooled as she read the
bottle, looking for something she recognized. There WAS
something familiar about the bottle...
And then it clicked, a memory surfacing from her quick trip to
America over Halloween. The pills were from America, which meant
they couldn't be easily acquired. And even if Jess had a hundred
bottles of the stuff at home (which Vera somehow doubted), she
would still probably want these pills back.
And she couldn't resist a good prank; silk sticking (as she
called it...) was one of her favorite things to do to people who
didn't know what her ability was quite yet. Silk didn't ruin
anything, but you had to tease it off whatever material it was
stuck to very carefully or you'd just make it impossible to get
off. Jessica would probably rage when she found out, and maybe
try to keep it quiet, but Verochka would know. And Jessica would
probably have a problem staying away from Verochka once she
figured it out. If she figured it out.
Eventually she smiled, and let out a small laugh. The students
who had gathered in the room during her thought process looked
at her oddly, but she didn't care. Dress designs were floating
behind her lids, but she needed to see Jess's actual enhancement
before she could decide on one. Bionic lungs were one thing.
Fire was totally different.
The grin slid off her face as she realized that if her hunch was
right, she'd actually have to be careful. Flame sent silk up
faster than the bat of an eye, especially dry silk... She got up
and left the cafeteria, plans and dresses running through her
mind for the rest of the day, her smile eventually returning.
Verochka has left the Cafeteria:Inside
OOC: The 'alphabet soup' organizations are the LGBTQAetc.
organiziations, and equality-geared charities and programs, etc.
BIC
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