Post by Felicity Tennessen on Jun 14, 2010 9:55:46 GMT -4
High school. Felicity Tennessen was most definitely in high school and, at twenty years old, she was physically developed and possessed an emotional maturity that blew her peers out of the water. She looked up into the mirror, dabbing some blush against her left cheek and rubbing it in with her cotton ball. She had already put most of her makeup on but she added little touches here and there. "Very nice." She whispered quietly, only to herself because of the vast emptiness of the room. She clanked her makeup bag shut and pushed her hands through her thick blond hair. After her makeup was in place, the headed to her closet and pushed through the clothes, thinking. Sexy and mysterious or sassy and intelligent? Well, wait. She had a shift to work so she didn't have a choice. She slipped into a white lacy number and tugged on a long trench coat over her outfit. She slipped on an elegant pair of strappy heels that curled up her calves and she threw a couple of necessary items into a white clutch that she tucked into the pocket of her coat.
After locking up, she traveled down the stairs to go climb into her car. She looked in her rear view mirror, licking her lips and winking at herself as she pulled out into the street and merged into slight traffic. She traveled through the city down to Erosion Night Club, leaving her radio off from the mindless music that seemed to plague the popular radio stations of the day. When she pulled into the parking lot, she climbed out, her white strappy shoes clicking on the pavement while she locked her car door. She hoped that she wouldn't get angry tonight. She didn't want to transform tonight simply because this was her night to work this week and she didn't think that another rampage would be good if she was trying to keep her job. She reached up to rub her shoulder blade, giving a sigh of pleasure. When she pushed the employee's entrance open, she saw a rush of feathers and sequins and other newfangled objects. "Shirley!" She said, slinking up to the girl sitting in front of a mirror, and putting her arms around her lazily. She leaned forward, pressing her cheek against the girl's as they both looked into the mirror of the small booth Shirley sat in. "Are you ready?" Felicity asked, a grin spreading across her heavily made-up face.
"Girl, I was BORN ready." Shirley replied, closing her eyeshadow with a declarative snap, tossing it into her makeup bag. With a grin, Felicity followed behind her fellow dancer, wandering over to clock in for the night. As she signed in and began to tug off her jacket, one of the crew members came over, touching her lightly on the shoulder. "You're on in five, Fee." He said simply, nodding at her as he walked away. A grin slipped over her face as she rechecked her makeup. Her hair had been pinned up to give it a more full, but shorter look. The curls were loose and free but short. A fake beauty mark had been painted on her left cheek and her lips were painted a bright red. She even had the smile down. The small, seductive and secretive one that killed the hearts of so many men back when the woman was in her prime. Fee was obviously imitating someone and she could almost feel the woman in her movements and body language with the way she moved and the subtle swing of her hips. After straightening her outfit, she began out of the rows of small cubicles meant for the preparation of performance. Fee headed over to the large curtain that lead out onto the stage. She waited until the lights dimmed and a hush fell over the crowd that sat on the other side of the curtain. The curtains slowly slid open, revealing Fee in a dark purple light that illuminated her body just right while she posed sensually, drawing a few ahhs from the audience. She crept forward, putting her hands on the back of the single chair on the stage, staring out into the audience as the light slowly faded up with her deep voice echoing through the mostly silent club. "The French are bred to die for love. They delight in fighting duels...But I prefer a man who lives and gives expensive jewels.." She whispered the lyrics slowly, her voice easily resonated through the rows of seats. In the act that followed, Fee swung around the stage and chair, using expert moves she'd learned at other night clubs and probably against the law in a few states.
After her provocative dance number, she changed into a more slinky emerald green dress that she'd stored in the back. She released her hair, adjusting her makeup to not being so over-the-top as well as her jewelry until she was satisfied with the results. A DJ had taken her pace, beginning to play music for people to flood the dance floor with after pushing their chairs out of the way. The midnight crowd had filtered in, turning it into the club that it was meant to be. Women from the back were filtering in to serve as waitresses and bar-tenders and undercover girls to bust those who were trying to drink underage. Of course, Fee was underage. But she was so good at what she did, the owner wasn't going to make any complaints. She leaned against the bar, putting her hands on the counter as she let her low cut dress show off a little bit. "Bud, can I have an apple martini?" She asked, smiling delightfully and blinking her eyes to flatter him. He laughed loudly and pushed it toward her, winking. "Whatever you say, darlin'." She smiled and then turned away, leaning against the bar as she watched the crowd of beautiful people dancing around. She sipped at her drink, willing for something interesting to happen.
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tag;; maddox!
words;; 1016~
muse;; diamonds are a girl's best friend~
notes;; bahahaha i can't wait