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Diamond18 · 05-04-2003, 11:43 AM

When Diamond saw herself in the mirror, she went through the 5 stages of feminine self-consciousness. It began with horror, proceeded with embarrassment, followed closely by frustration, tagged by consternation, and included resolution as an afterthought.

She was covered in soot, her white tank top no longer deserving the adjective “white”. Her normally pristine complexion was smudged with a sickly gray sheen and her eyes looked a tad bloodshot, from all those mixed drinks she’d been imbibing. Let’s not even get into what her hair looked like, but you can imagine this had a large part to do with the consternation faze.

It didn’t take long before resolution kicked in, however, and so a few hours later Diamond had rectified her appearance as one can only do in an online roleplay. All vestiges of soot were gone, her hair once again looked like something from a shampoo commercial, and her diamonds were causing the tiles around her to pulsate with an unearthly glow. As for the clothes, she had made a quick trip out to her Lamborghini Diablo to fetch a change of party habiliments.

Since she recalled the invitation saying there would be a gala awards show starting sometimes in the near future, she decided on a more formal attire this time out. Therefore, as she surveyed the endless options in her trunk, she settled on a royal purple dress and a pair of high heels. One just doesn’t show up at an awards ceremony in denim, anyway, no matter how well one wears it. The dress was in vaguely the same style as her former outfit, the skirt being about the same length and the top being sleeveless with a chic (of course) jacket thrown over for good measure. But hey, it was purple.

These lengthy preening rituals completed, she exited the powder room and took up position in the shadows to unobtrusively observe what was going on.

05-04-2003, 11:43 AM	#11
Diamond18 Eidolon of a Took Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: my own private fantasy world Posts: 3,460	When Diamond saw herself in the mirror, she went through the 5 stages of feminine self-consciousness. It began with horror, proceeded with embarrassment, followed closely by frustration, tagged by consternation, and included resolution as an afterthought. She was covered in soot, her white tank top no longer deserving the adjective “white”. Her normally pristine complexion was smudged with a sickly gray sheen and her eyes looked a tad bloodshot, from all those mixed drinks she’d been imbibing. Let’s not even get into what her hair looked like, but you can imagine this had a large part to do with the consternation faze. It didn’t take long before resolution kicked in, however, and so a few hours later Diamond had rectified her appearance as one can only do in an online roleplay. All vestiges of soot were gone, her hair once again looked like something from a shampoo commercial, and her diamonds were causing the tiles around her to pulsate with an unearthly glow. As for the clothes, she had made a quick trip out to her Lamborghini Diablo to fetch a change of party habiliments. Since she recalled the invitation saying there would be a gala awards show starting sometimes in the near future, she decided on a more formal attire this time out. Therefore, as she surveyed the endless options in her trunk, she settled on a royal purple dress and a pair of high heels. One just doesn’t show up at an awards ceremony in denim, anyway, no matter how well one wears it. The dress was in vaguely the same style as her former outfit, the skirt being about the same length and the top being sleeveless with a chic (of course) jacket thrown over for good measure. But hey, it was purple. These lengthy preening rituals completed, she exited the powder room and took up position in the shadows to unobtrusively observe what was going on. __________________ All shall be rather fond of me and suffer from mild depression.