Post by Lurielle on Oct 8, 2007 18:16:29 GMT -5
Late afternoon was gloomy and random showers here and there forced most of the students to dwell indoors on such a day. Lurielle was one of these students who feared the touch of illness, not to mention what such dreadful humidity did to her curls. The worst thing about this rainy autumn weather was that it decided to begin on a holiday weekend. All the students at FFU had three whole days to do whatever they wanted (within reason of course) and it was spoiled right off by a sour bout of storms and brisk winds.
Earlier in the morning, Lurielle had woke to the sound of rain hitting her window. Sprawled out on her bed, a pillow sandwiched between her curly head and the mattress, she moaned as she pried her azure eyes open to see the streaming rain outside the arched window near her. The cool rain was tolerable compared to the scorching heat of the summers at FFU, but the cold October rain was not desirable on this particular day.
Lurielle ruffled her golden hair and twisted a coil of it around her index finger as she yawned. Throwing the cotton sheets with satin edging off her milky legs, she slide from the warm bed and graced over to her vanity table. The mirror reflected her, still surprisingly lovely even after a restless night of sleep and no make up, fancy clothing, or perfect hair. A smile drifted over her peach lips as she plucked a few strands of hair away from her eye sight. She had plenty to do today despite the weather being so crumby. Lurielle hadn't seen Lucre since the morning she walked out on him and what appeared to be his love interest. Surprisingly, he had injured both girl's hearts and had been out of sight for quite a while. Lurielle was still bent on revenge, but she had changed her strategy some. Challenging a man in a competition of sorts was usually the thing to get them interested in what a girl had to say to them. It was usually the best way to feed their primal desires to fight things out as well as make the willing female look all the more appealing, so Lurielle had begun her mission, and was planning on studying up on some useful tactics before she invited him to such a duel.
Just then Luri realized something very important. If she didn't hurry and prepare as well as invite him to the duel, she could lose the chance. She grimaced at the thought of losing him for good, before she had even got the chance to really know the guy. Oh, why did boys and their issues have to be so difficult? Could then just submit to one woman, and one woman only? True, Lurielle had her arms full with more than one man before, but it usually turned out messy and made her reputation suffer, so she did away with that life long ago. Lurielle knew that at this point competition would be fierce. There was at the very least one other girl vying for his affections, even though she had expressed the same pain when Lucre had hurt her as well, Luri was positive that Morgan was also cooking up a plan to lure him into her embrace. Lucre was smart, but completely gullible when it came to women. All it took was the sway of a hip and a toss of the hair to get his attention, but it didn't necessarily keep it. No, Lucre was the sort of male that needed to be dominated in certain ways. Yes, the fair shy girls could do a number on his emotion, but could they truly hold him? Lurielle chuckled as she reached for one of her tubes of lipstick that sat neatly on the varnished wood surface of the vanity.
What should it be? Vampiress Burgundy, Precious Pink, Classic Red, or Caramel Creme?
She playfully pressed the creamy stick to her lower lip and then paused as for a moment, realizing this was not the time to worry about trivial things.
What am I doing!? I have no time for this! Lucre is mostly smooching all over some other girl at the moment and I'm worried about my lip shade! Silly, silly me!
Lurielle snatched the Classic Red, and slicked on a generous layer on her thick lips. The color complemented her well, and she wore it matte so it didn't look to loud or trashy. Quickly she applied some black mascara and a touch of rouge. Running a comb through her tresses, her curls sprung into place and looked just as crisp as usual. Rushing to throw on a broomstick skirt and sweater, both in an earthy grey, she dug through her various note books and tomes to find on in particular.
AHA! There it is! I'm so glad that father was ok with letting me borrow this. To be quite honest I never expected such generosity with a family heirloom!
Lurielle pulled from a stack of books a large chronicle with a glass cover, edged in silver filigree. An elegantly scripted word etched the glass of the books cover, reading simply [glow=white,2,300]Riime[/glow] It looked quite heavy, but since it was a famous grimoire, it had eased its own weight with its power. Lurielle held it to her chest as she left the common room and quickly scuffed down to the corridors and to the schools monstrous library. Quietly, she found herself a vacant table and set the grimoire and a few smaller books and notes down with a sigh. It was time to brush up on her magic, ice magic in particular. It was her natural element, but wielding it was more difficult than just waving a wand around and acting like everything would just work properly.
Leaving her grimoire and other books for a moment, she scoured the shelves to find any other useful information she could use. Her cyan eyes spotted the spine of an ice magic book on the very top shelf in the metaphysics section. There was no step stool or ladder in sight, so Lurielle stretched on the tips of her toes and tried to reach the book without assistance. Her knit sweater rose, revealing a glimpse of her toned stomach and soft curve of her waist. A wave of bullion curls cascaded halfway down her back, and her crimson lips pursed in concentration.
"Why oh why am I such a midget!"
Lurielle whined and flushed as she attempted to reach the chronicle.
Earlier in the morning, Lurielle had woke to the sound of rain hitting her window. Sprawled out on her bed, a pillow sandwiched between her curly head and the mattress, she moaned as she pried her azure eyes open to see the streaming rain outside the arched window near her. The cool rain was tolerable compared to the scorching heat of the summers at FFU, but the cold October rain was not desirable on this particular day.
Lurielle ruffled her golden hair and twisted a coil of it around her index finger as she yawned. Throwing the cotton sheets with satin edging off her milky legs, she slide from the warm bed and graced over to her vanity table. The mirror reflected her, still surprisingly lovely even after a restless night of sleep and no make up, fancy clothing, or perfect hair. A smile drifted over her peach lips as she plucked a few strands of hair away from her eye sight. She had plenty to do today despite the weather being so crumby. Lurielle hadn't seen Lucre since the morning she walked out on him and what appeared to be his love interest. Surprisingly, he had injured both girl's hearts and had been out of sight for quite a while. Lurielle was still bent on revenge, but she had changed her strategy some. Challenging a man in a competition of sorts was usually the thing to get them interested in what a girl had to say to them. It was usually the best way to feed their primal desires to fight things out as well as make the willing female look all the more appealing, so Lurielle had begun her mission, and was planning on studying up on some useful tactics before she invited him to such a duel.
Just then Luri realized something very important. If she didn't hurry and prepare as well as invite him to the duel, she could lose the chance. She grimaced at the thought of losing him for good, before she had even got the chance to really know the guy. Oh, why did boys and their issues have to be so difficult? Could then just submit to one woman, and one woman only? True, Lurielle had her arms full with more than one man before, but it usually turned out messy and made her reputation suffer, so she did away with that life long ago. Lurielle knew that at this point competition would be fierce. There was at the very least one other girl vying for his affections, even though she had expressed the same pain when Lucre had hurt her as well, Luri was positive that Morgan was also cooking up a plan to lure him into her embrace. Lucre was smart, but completely gullible when it came to women. All it took was the sway of a hip and a toss of the hair to get his attention, but it didn't necessarily keep it. No, Lucre was the sort of male that needed to be dominated in certain ways. Yes, the fair shy girls could do a number on his emotion, but could they truly hold him? Lurielle chuckled as she reached for one of her tubes of lipstick that sat neatly on the varnished wood surface of the vanity.
What should it be? Vampiress Burgundy, Precious Pink, Classic Red, or Caramel Creme?
She playfully pressed the creamy stick to her lower lip and then paused as for a moment, realizing this was not the time to worry about trivial things.
What am I doing!? I have no time for this! Lucre is mostly smooching all over some other girl at the moment and I'm worried about my lip shade! Silly, silly me!
Lurielle snatched the Classic Red, and slicked on a generous layer on her thick lips. The color complemented her well, and she wore it matte so it didn't look to loud or trashy. Quickly she applied some black mascara and a touch of rouge. Running a comb through her tresses, her curls sprung into place and looked just as crisp as usual. Rushing to throw on a broomstick skirt and sweater, both in an earthy grey, she dug through her various note books and tomes to find on in particular.
AHA! There it is! I'm so glad that father was ok with letting me borrow this. To be quite honest I never expected such generosity with a family heirloom!
Lurielle pulled from a stack of books a large chronicle with a glass cover, edged in silver filigree. An elegantly scripted word etched the glass of the books cover, reading simply [glow=white,2,300]Riime[/glow] It looked quite heavy, but since it was a famous grimoire, it had eased its own weight with its power. Lurielle held it to her chest as she left the common room and quickly scuffed down to the corridors and to the schools monstrous library. Quietly, she found herself a vacant table and set the grimoire and a few smaller books and notes down with a sigh. It was time to brush up on her magic, ice magic in particular. It was her natural element, but wielding it was more difficult than just waving a wand around and acting like everything would just work properly.
Leaving her grimoire and other books for a moment, she scoured the shelves to find any other useful information she could use. Her cyan eyes spotted the spine of an ice magic book on the very top shelf in the metaphysics section. There was no step stool or ladder in sight, so Lurielle stretched on the tips of her toes and tried to reach the book without assistance. Her knit sweater rose, revealing a glimpse of her toned stomach and soft curve of her waist. A wave of bullion curls cascaded halfway down her back, and her crimson lips pursed in concentration.
"Why oh why am I such a midget!"
Lurielle whined and flushed as she attempted to reach the chronicle.