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Post by exodus on Sept 30, 2005 8:20:42 GMT -5
Decorate as you like.
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Post by Polaris on Oct 28, 2005 22:05:59 GMT -5
Lorna's training session with Exodus hadn't been too difficult. Well, maybe a bit strenuous but nothing that she couldn't handle. Standing in her luxurious shower, she let the water rinse the lavender scented soap out of her long, green hair before scrubbing her body with a moisture rich body wash of the same scent. That done, she stepped out of the showers and dried off, wrapping a thick, white terry robe around her body and sat down in front of her vanity.
Brushing through the long, green strands, she applied some glitter to the hair to make it shiny and stand out underneath the lights. Then she put a bit of mascara and black eyeliner on and a bit of pink lipstick. That was all the makeup she ever wore although if she started to look like she was pushing thirty, Lorna had vowed to start wearing more to cover up the aging. She wouldn't call herself vain, just concerned. She had yet to find anyone worthy of settling down with and if she looked old, that would throw all her chances out the window. Her father had mentioned on an occasion or two that he hoped to have grandkids someday.
Once her hair and makeup were done, Lorna walked to her closet and stared at the huge selection for a few moments. This was always the most difficult part of her evenings; finding something to wear. Finally, she settled on a short, black leather skirt that would accentuate her long legs and a dark purple silk tank top with spaghetti straps that plunged low in the front and hugged her chest. Strappy, high heeled black sandals completed the simple outfit.
Lorna didn't need anything to identify her as Magneto's daughter, her odd green hair did that just fine. It was always tricky getting out of the house when she went out with friends but for some reason, the paparazzi was always more interested in her older two siblings then in her. Maybe it was because they knew she was always good for some gossip but getting a hold of either Wanda or Pietro was nearly impossible.
Throwing her cell phone, lipstick, eyeliner, mascara and emery board into a small, black wrist bag, Lorna left her little apartment within the palace and headed toward the front door.
((Exit Polaris to somewhere (will be edited later) ))
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