Perfect Like Me [Cindahh]

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OOC: Haha, get ready for all the b*tchiness...

[Ortez, Opal]

Ohh, District One, the district everyone is dying to be in.
I smiled as the bright sunshine glinted off my face. Ohh how perfect it was to be me...
My brown eyes adverted to the streets, my legs already taking me there. It was a Sunday evening and I had nothing to do really, no friends to hang out with and no plans with my 'tight knit' family. The blond streaks of my hair danced in the wind gracefully; with the small rose garnment placed on my head, moving along.
I was very bored, bored enough to wonder around the streets aimlessly.

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Her feet beat down against the side-walk. Each step was an eight note. So short, so pronounced--her sneakers made dull thuds against the ground. It was a cool, refreshing evening and the angst-filled fifteen year old girl knew she needed to absorb the feeling properties of the gentle wind and low-in-the-sky sun. Her mind was having an argument--again. It had started out when her mother, the infamous Mrs. Charlesburg, had called Dru into the living room.

She had a funny accent. You'd think after spending her life with her mother, Dru would be used to it, but she wasn't. It was a weird, slinky, annoying voice that was sure to have even the most controlled people turning red from frustration and making tight fists with their hands.

"Dru? Druuue? Cam 'e-ar a moa-ment!" Her mother said, noticing her teenage daughter trying to sneak up to her room after having a quick afternoon snack. What her mother had meant was 'Dru, you lazy, stupid teenager, come here a moment so I can make you angry then yell when you do something wrong, like stomp your foot at me' (which if you don't do something wrong, I will see as a sign there is a secret you are keeping, and yell anyways.)

She took a deep, soothing breath, deciding to look at the, 'positive side,' of having to talk to her mother. People rarely annoyed Dru, as she never cared about them enough to be offended, but her mom was one of the few who knew something about Dru, some hidden secret, that frustrated the heck out of her. Skipping the long, dull part where Dru stood rigid, staring into her former-beauty pageant mothers eyes, finally came the time for Mrs Charlesburg to suspect Dru was hiding something. he woman stood up, not looking frightening, but powerful and respectable (Dru was never frightened of her weak mother. She had seen her cry seventy-two times more than needed to prove Mrs. Charlesburg was all talk and no tough)

"Drussssilla, Bellatreex Sharlesbrug! W-hat aaare you hidee-ing frooom may?" Her mother asked and Dru just smiled. Her anger with the woman had turned into power, which the charismatic, yet dead-toned teen was not afraid to use against the woman who she believed to have birthed her.

"Dear, Mother, it's Charlesburg, not Sharlesburg. Would you stop trying to sound exotic? It might have fooled the pageant judges of the Capitol, but not me." Her voice had been cool and calm. Her tone had the smallest hint of something that resembled a chastising mother telling her small child how to behave. Mrs. Charlesburg turned white then flushed red and pointed to the door with one, long elegant finger. Dru didn't even have to wait for the woman to command her to go take a walk, before grabbing her leather jacket and heading out.

So here she was. A not-so-average teenage girl in District One, dressed in sneakers, a short skirt, a tight shirt, and a leather jacket. No--she was no special because she was a Baby Prostitute or something like that (her shirt honestly wasn't that tight, and the skirt was one of her mothers vintage ones!) Dru was special because she was tough in a non-Career way. Already two Careers that Dru knew from school, had stared at her as she made her way down the street, electricity crackling as though her powerful anger were somehow being sensed. Didn't some say animals could sense anger? Were Careers that primal that they had somehow gotten that instinct... she didn't know...

The thought amused her enough to laugh out loud, and Dru didnt even notice as she shoved past the girl with dyed-hair. How very unusual of the young Mayor-to-be!

ooc- g2g, sorry its a tad short and not finished, but go ahead and reply anyways

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OOC: That?? Short? Wow. Compared to mine it's like... KING KONG! Haha, I need to step up the plate.

BIC:
An echo of laughter rang in my ears, it was a clear laughter of amusement. My head spun around to see who in the world would make just a noise. I thought I was alone but.. no, it seemed there was someone else walking the deserted streets of District One.
My eyes finally caught onto the girl walking not to far away from me. What a wh*r*, was my first judgements about her. She was wearing a very tight top with a matching skirt that only reached up to her *ss.
Honestly, my attire was made up of big accessories like my rose pin, a silver gun necklace, my metallic bangles, and leg warmers. A large graphic slouchy tank top was placed on my chest in wild colors such as lime green and hot pink. My legs were covered with a plain white tutu and black leggings. An overall eye catching outfit for anyone to take in sight.
"Hey!" I yelled out to her without giving it a second thought.

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ooc- ooh Dru would be mad if you had actually said she looked sl*ttish out loud, shes still going to glare...

Desperate for attention. Around seventeen or eighteen, a 'outsider' in our dandy little District... Common sense ruled all, or at least most, of what Dru thought of the girl was true. She gave her the up and down, her cool blue eyes showing a little bit of interest--they usually did whenever she saw somebody outside a dance-studio, with a little tutu on (not that she saw many of the described persons.) The girl seemed bored, as though she had just been wandering around, waiting for something interesting to happen.

And here I am...

If the two girls were seen together, they would certainly attract a lot of stares and whispered gossip. It was rare to find Dru Charlesburg hanging out with anyone, and the other girl was unique enough to draw stares all on her own. As Dru completed her once-over (five times) she realized the girl had been doing the same thing. Looking over Drusilla Bellatrix as though she were some common trash to be made of behind cupped hands. She tugged her skirt down, feeling self-conscious (no mayor wore such short skirts.) After the momentary lapse into teenage lack of confidence, Dru blinked. Hey? Hey what???

"Um, yes..." Dru said, her voice toneless although there was the hint of annoyance and impatience one could find in the voice of a movie-star stopped by one of her adoring fans. She smiled with her lips, a tight, 'what-do-you-want,' expression on her face, touching every feature but her bored blue eyes. (gosh I just read over my post--Dru is so self-absorbed!) Finally standing still, Dru had the pleasure of feeling the full effect of the heat. It was a nice, warm day and Miss Ice Queen herself was enjoying the sunny weather (she had started to loose her flawless tan to the rain-storms that had been occurring every now and then.) Her hair blew around, not enough to destroy her hair and turn it into a frizzy, tangled mess, but a gentle wind-blown look was going on now. If only somebody besides this freak could see me now. I bet I look good, Brittany would be jealous...

The thought of the Pack Leader of her group of, 'friends,' getting envious of how much better looking Dru so obviously was, made the teen a tad smug. She hated to buy into the Career shenanigans, but Dru was competitive enough that she was not happy with being the smartest, coolest, most controlled person in her group--she also had to be the best looking, most sought-after (not like she could beat Brittany the Super Career in say, an arm-wrestle or maybe even a race.) Dru stood there, looking elegant and proud, waiting for the girl to say whatever was on her mind.

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OOC: SORRY!! I wanna start bashing on my character right now...
I don't really like how Opal turned out to be because she's a tad to judgemental and mean for my tastes (cough, too effing b*tchy, cough)... But there aren't that much characters here that are f*ck*ng annoying and messed up like her, so I just decided why the hell not? It's hard to put myself into Opal's perspective, I don't enjoy playing a snobby teen.
Hahaa, I switched to thrid person point of view.. Dunno if this helps.

BIC:
"Umm, yes?" The girl replied with a bit of irratation seeping through her voice. Opal knew that tone of voice well, she was usually to the one to use it often. Only it never happened when the table were turned.
An eyebrow went up from Opal as her brown eyes finally grasped the aurora coming from the girl. It seemed as though they already had some crude thoughts about each other, obviously a bit jealous or annoyed in some way. The stranger seemed thinking about something for a second before returning her gaze to her.
"Hey, aren't you in my class?" Opal asked, trying her best to soften up her tone. Her head tilted to the right, like it always did when she was wondering about something...

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