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Post by Renata Steifel on Mar 24, 2009 16:54:05 GMT -5
Now that all her initial fears and worries were gone, Ren was confidant. She was ready to once and for all get over it. She was ready to move on, and she was most certainly ready for Kareem. She shrugged. "Dunno ((((perhaps they've got the flu)))). Why not tonight? I could corner him after dinner. I mean, I think he feels the same way about me, but I really don't know."
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Post by Max Function on Mar 24, 2009 16:59:29 GMT -5
Max smiled and clapped her hands. "Then I have got a lot of work to do." She grabbed Ren's wrist and dragged her into the girls dorms over to her sister's bed. She pulled out her make-up kit and pushed Renata onto the bed, "Now, don't argue because you won't win." She set about making Renata the most beautiful girl in the school.
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Post by Renata Steifel on Mar 24, 2009 17:10:00 GMT -5
"AH!" Ren gasped as Max grabbed her hand and dragged her into th egirl's dorm, and threw her down on Minnie's bed. "Max,what the hell--?" She was cut off as Maxi pulled out the make-up kit. Ren's eyes went wide. "Oh, no. Hell, no. Maxi, I swear to god, don't even think--" yet again she was cut off as Max instructed her not to argue because she wouldn't win. As Max began to apply the make-up, Ren pouted. "Please, Maxi, no," she muttered. Mascara and blush were totally not Ren's thing."
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Post by Max Function on Mar 24, 2009 17:28:55 GMT -5
"Ren, take a chill pill," She shook her head, "As soon as I'm done with you, Kareem won't have eyes for any other girl in the school." Max smiled and picked a light blue colour for the eyeshadow to match Ren's shirt. When she was finished, she handed Ren a mirror, "Whaddya think??
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Post by Renata Steifel on Mar 24, 2009 20:09:38 GMT -5
Terrified to see the outcome-- and not because she didn't trust Max's make-up artist skills-- Ren cautiously took the mirror. Never being one for physical beauty, Ren the tomboy had never used make-up, except for her cousin Monica's wedding. And the result had been horrific. Monica's younger sister, Sylvia had puller her aside and helped her fix the catastrophe. So, glancing cautiously in the mirror, Ren was shocked. She looked pretty! What the hell?!? "Sh*it, Maxi,"she said, smiling in a surprised manor at her reflection. "You are incredible. How did you make tomboy me look like some frigging supermodel?"
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Post by Max Function on Mar 24, 2009 20:35:53 GMT -5
Max watched, amused, while Renata looked terrified. She noticed how cautiously she looked in the mirror. Max laughed out loud when she saw how surprised Ren was. "Jeez, Ren, do you really have that low expectations of my abilities?" When she asked about how she made her look like a supermodel, she simply replied, "Oh, you know. I pick up a few skills here, a few there." She looked at her nails.
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Post by Renata Steifel on Mar 27, 2009 16:41:01 GMT -5
Ren laughed. "It's not you I have low expectations about, it's me. How the fudge monkeys did you get me to look this hot?" She examined herself in the mirror again, truly amazed at how Maxi had made her look so great. She had really managed to accent her eyes and her deep tan skin. "I seriously owe you, like, an entire freaking cake. I'm not even kidding. This is amazing." As Maxi mentioned picking up skills here and there, Ren grinned. "You know, I really don't want to know." She glanced down at herself, then quickly rearranged her shirt, tugging it down so it showed a little more than her collar bone. Then, she quickly adjusted her bra, fluffed her hair, and turned to Maxwith a nervous smile. "Well, wish me luck."
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Post by Max Function on Mar 27, 2009 17:55:59 GMT -5
"Cake, hmmm..... I like brownies better, you know," Max was still laughing at Renata's reaction. Max watched Ren rearrange herself while leaning against the bed frame. After a few seconds, figuring Ren was going to take forever, Max flopped backwards onto her own bed. However, not much longer after that, Ren said to wish her luck. "Wait," Max cried, leaping up from her comfy position on the bed. She went to the end of the bed, fished around in her messy, overstuffed baggage, and pulled out a small case. "This is for good luck." Max carefully placed an intricately carved. decorative comb into Ren's hair. "Ok, now you're ready?" Max beamed.
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