Post by jazzyjess on Feb 21, 2010 18:28:04 GMT 10
Title: Of Racoons and Daisies
Rating: G
Length: 388
Competitor: Owen
Round/Fight: 1/D
Summary: Kel gets in touch with her feminine side. Sort of.
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“Um, hello? Kel?”
From behind the little curtain hiding the washtub and privy from the rest of her room in her parents’ Corus townhouse, Kel grunted and stuck out her foot. “Can’t talk,” she muttered. “Concentrating.”
“Concentrating? Concentrating on what?”
Owen came around the curtain, frowning as he watched his friend straining over her washbasin to get as close to the little mirror as she could. In one hand she held a small pot of what looked like powdered ink, and with the other she was using a delicate stick to slather said ink across the back of her eye. He watched in silence for a moment, then cleared his throat until she paused in her handiwork.
“What?” she demanded, turning to face him and putting the hand with the stick on her hip. Owen’s eyes widened comically.
“What is it?” he asked, dissolving into a fit of giggles and gesturing vaguely at the pot.
Irritably, Kel frowned. “It’s just a bit of kohl.”
“And where,” he managed between gasps, “did you find that stuff?”
She was starting to feel uncomfortable. “I borrowed it,” she responded, putting emphasis on the words, “from my sister. She had it in her toiletries. It’s what all the young ladies wear on their eyes.”
Slowly regaining his composure, Owen moved to peer into the little case on the counter. “Most ladies don’t look like racoons when they wear it,” he said, and ignoring Kel’s gasp, pulled out a small bottle of red paint. “You weren’t seriously going to put any of this on your lips, were you?”
“Give me that!” Kel snatched the case away and shoved it under her arm as she grabbed up a washrag from the basin and started swiping at her eyes. “I knew it! I knew it! They said I’d catch Dom’s eye with a bit of this get-up, but I knew they were just teasing me!”
For a moment Owen just stood there, staring at Kel, then sighed and said, “I’m off to find Neal. He’ll need a bit of man talk before his wedding, I should think.” Kel simply growled and Owen took that as his cue to leave.
On his way outside, he dropped the small handful of daisies he’d brought in a bin. After all, Kel wasn’t really a girly kind of girl.
Rating: G
Length: 388
Competitor: Owen
Round/Fight: 1/D
Summary: Kel gets in touch with her feminine side. Sort of.
-
“Um, hello? Kel?”
From behind the little curtain hiding the washtub and privy from the rest of her room in her parents’ Corus townhouse, Kel grunted and stuck out her foot. “Can’t talk,” she muttered. “Concentrating.”
“Concentrating? Concentrating on what?”
Owen came around the curtain, frowning as he watched his friend straining over her washbasin to get as close to the little mirror as she could. In one hand she held a small pot of what looked like powdered ink, and with the other she was using a delicate stick to slather said ink across the back of her eye. He watched in silence for a moment, then cleared his throat until she paused in her handiwork.
“What?” she demanded, turning to face him and putting the hand with the stick on her hip. Owen’s eyes widened comically.
“What is it?” he asked, dissolving into a fit of giggles and gesturing vaguely at the pot.
Irritably, Kel frowned. “It’s just a bit of kohl.”
“And where,” he managed between gasps, “did you find that stuff?”
She was starting to feel uncomfortable. “I borrowed it,” she responded, putting emphasis on the words, “from my sister. She had it in her toiletries. It’s what all the young ladies wear on their eyes.”
Slowly regaining his composure, Owen moved to peer into the little case on the counter. “Most ladies don’t look like racoons when they wear it,” he said, and ignoring Kel’s gasp, pulled out a small bottle of red paint. “You weren’t seriously going to put any of this on your lips, were you?”
“Give me that!” Kel snatched the case away and shoved it under her arm as she grabbed up a washrag from the basin and started swiping at her eyes. “I knew it! I knew it! They said I’d catch Dom’s eye with a bit of this get-up, but I knew they were just teasing me!”
For a moment Owen just stood there, staring at Kel, then sighed and said, “I’m off to find Neal. He’ll need a bit of man talk before his wedding, I should think.” Kel simply growled and Owen took that as his cue to leave.
On his way outside, he dropped the small handful of daisies he’d brought in a bin. After all, Kel wasn’t really a girly kind of girl.