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stauncherhearted) wrote in undergrounds2016-11-19 10:30 pm
gonna drink bacardi like it's yo birthday [nancy's 20]
Twenty. Gods, Nancy could hardly believe it. She didn't expect to still be here for this day, truth be told. She knew the sort of life she lived, and the sorts of people she associated with. But against all odds, here she was. Twenty-years-old by Fagin's count, and as wonderful as that was...
It was odd. She'd been a teenager for so long, and now she was officially a twenty-something. An adult, for real this time, not like when she'd turned eighteen.
It didn't exactly help that Charley Bates had decided it was a great idea to call her 'old'. She'd hit the back of his head for that, refusing to consider herself old. She was still so young, at least in comparison to those she spent most of her time around, people that were centuries older than her.
This, of course, caused her some angst. She hadn't particularly wanted to celebrate her birthday. It wasn't anything to be glad about. She was, as she realized, three years physically older than Cooper. And that just felt... weird. She knew, mentally, he was far older than she was. And as he always said she was stuck with him until she was old and grey, but...
Would he still love her, then, she wanted to know? How weird would it be, an haggard old woman next to this cute seventeen-year-old kid. A chill ran up her spine when she thought about it, comparing the wretch that Fagin was to her hypothetical-old-woman-self.
If she lived that long.
Still, people want to celebrate with her. Eames, wonderful Eames, had surprised her with tickets to go see a show on the West End, and taken her out to an amazing restaurant. She'd even brought cake over to the boys', knowing a few of them had saved up to get her something. Or, likely, stole it. But she didn't reach out, not really. If you were lucky enough to know it was her birthday, however, she'd happily entertain any and all plans. There was no need to be rude, after all.
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Nancy's 20 aww yiss.
Uhm, this is an open post. A few starters in the comments. Want something specific? Please let me know!
It was odd. She'd been a teenager for so long, and now she was officially a twenty-something. An adult, for real this time, not like when she'd turned eighteen.
It didn't exactly help that Charley Bates had decided it was a great idea to call her 'old'. She'd hit the back of his head for that, refusing to consider herself old. She was still so young, at least in comparison to those she spent most of her time around, people that were centuries older than her.
This, of course, caused her some angst. She hadn't particularly wanted to celebrate her birthday. It wasn't anything to be glad about. She was, as she realized, three years physically older than Cooper. And that just felt... weird. She knew, mentally, he was far older than she was. And as he always said she was stuck with him until she was old and grey, but...
Would he still love her, then, she wanted to know? How weird would it be, an haggard old woman next to this cute seventeen-year-old kid. A chill ran up her spine when she thought about it, comparing the wretch that Fagin was to her hypothetical-old-woman-self.
If she lived that long.
Still, people want to celebrate with her. Eames, wonderful Eames, had surprised her with tickets to go see a show on the West End, and taken her out to an amazing restaurant. She'd even brought cake over to the boys', knowing a few of them had saved up to get her something. Or, likely, stole it. But she didn't reach out, not really. If you were lucky enough to know it was her birthday, however, she'd happily entertain any and all plans. There was no need to be rude, after all.
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Nancy's 20 aww yiss.
Uhm, this is an open post. A few starters in the comments. Want something specific? Please let me know!
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"Sorry to dump all that on you, about Bill."
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She began to apply the eye shadow, blending the various shades of gold together. She was glad gold was such a versatile colour, great for blondes and red heads.
"Besides," she added as she changed to a different brush, "after spilling the whole Stefan story to you, I think I deserve a bit of dirt."
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"I suppose." She pauses. "Please don't mention him to Cooper. We haven't had the ex talk, and I don't think he'd handle it well." Even if she hadn't really given Caroline much dirt at all. A name, that he was in jail. And the reason for a few of her scars that looked more like claw marks than bite marks.
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"So you moved in without having the ex talk?" Caroline's not judging - at least not much - but it does seem a bit odd.
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"I didn't exactly have a choice- I showed up on his door at about 4 AM with Juliet and everything I could grab stuffed in a backpack." She had been worried she wouldn't have been able to return to her Enfield flat.
"Then when I was pardoned, we decided I should stay. It's nice, living with someone again, sharing their bed. With no dog this time."
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"Okay, open eyes now and I can do liner and mascara."
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Nancy opens her eyes, and uses the moment to take another drink as the Plastics dance to Jingle Bell Rock.
"How am I looking so far?"
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She looks over her work, now that Nancy's eyes are open. "Very golden. I think this is going to turn out really nice."
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"Great, I can't wait to see it."
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"Are there any amateur theatres around here? Preferably ones that only rehearse after dark?"
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When it seems safe, Nancy wrinkles her nose just slightly in thought. "I'm sure there are- we've got the bloody Globe Theater down the river from us." She'd always wanted to act. But her life had never allowed it, outside of a few moments here and there where dramatics were called for. Fagin always said she was quite the actress.
"But maybe don't start with the RSC, they're not exactly amateurs."
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She finishes up with the eyeliner and moves onto mascara. "Okay, Globe first, amateur theatre second, once my reputation is no longer in shambles."
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She laughs again, but tries to stay still. "I'll keep an ear to the ground about theaters."
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Nancy's eyes were now done, which mean the rest would be finished fairly quickly. A little foundation, a little blush. Caroline then reaches for the lipstick, holding it up near Nancy's face. "Hmmm. I'm not sure if I still like this colour or not."
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"Why not?" She asks, looking at the color.
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She ponders that for a moment, before registering Nancy's question. "It's a balance thing. If you go really intense around the eyes, then lips should be a bit more muted." She looks through the other lipsticks, then pulls out one of them. "How about this, for now I'll do half one colour, half the other, and then you can pick which you like best."
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Nancy considers this. "I never really followed that rule," she explains, but that came with her job.
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Well, Caroline isn't exactly trying to go for Nancy's regular look. "Perfect, the idea is to try out something different! But I think I'll do the half and half approach, just to be sure."
She applies the lipstick and takes one finally look. "Okay. You're done."
[OOC: The make-up looks like this, only the reddish colour is more of a deep gold.]
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"Let me see!" She reaches for a hand mirror, and lets out a small laugh at her image. There's a smile, there, on her dually-painted lips. "Oh, wow. Caroline, you're amazing at this!"
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"I'm so glad you like it. Quick, I need a picture." She reaches over and pulls her phone out. "Smile!"
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Nancy gives her her best smile, before taking another drink.
"Alright, my turn. What are your thoughts?"
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"I think we'll have to go with classic, for you. Red lip, cat eyes. Sound about right to you?" She pulled out a black, tan, and a gray shadow.
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"So. Anything exciting to report on your end of the love life thing?" Give her some gossip.
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