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Oct 14, 2008 04:59PM
By request, here is Uglies roleplay!
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Marcy clicked her perfectly manicured purple nails against the sleek silver bedpost. She had just picked the most pretty-making outfit ever! Then her interface ring had pinged her, and now the party was white tie! Not semi-formal!
"I need something way bubbly!" she sighed, and looked through her closet."Ew...that's bogus." Marcy looked at the yellow dress like it was a pile of sludge.
"Maybe something new!" she thought, and congradulated herself on such a brilliant idea. She surfed through the possibilities and eventually chose a over decorated white dress. Marcy smiled confidently, but when she tried it on, she almost puked. "It looks so....Rusty!" she scoffed and collapsed on her bed.
Arali sighed. What to wear, what to wear. What was the clothing supposed to be like, anyway? Semi-formal? White tie? Black tie?Arali hoped it was white tie; she looked really good in fancy clothing.
Her ring pinged. Yes! White-tie!!!
And Arali knew just what to wear.
Arali put her dress on and twirled around in circles. It was SOOOO pretty that she couldn't stop staring at her reflection.It had a way of changing colors from lavender, white, and midnight blue when the light hit it differently, and it was sparkly and glittery. The skirt was light yet poofy. And it had no sleeves.
((How it might look... close enough:
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Marcy sat up. Something was pinging her. A picture of a dress appeared on the screen.((This is it:
))"It's perfect!" Marcy screamed with delight, and ordered it.
"Oh yeah! My mom wasn't to hip on the whole thing us being together and all. But I told her everything is good between us and all." said Timothy now standing up.
Marcy thought of her own parents, sitting in Crumblyville. She looked at her interface ring. The 5 minutes 'till warning pinged her. "We'd better hurry!"
" Oh yeah crap!" said Timothy while searching for his car keys and grabbing his dress coat off the bed.
((Um....they don't have keys to cars. The cars identify them by their pupil.))Marcy walked down the dorm hall, and the doors identified her. "Marcy Tallstream" The door opened letting music stream into the hall.
Timothy stood behind her smiling as she gracefully walked in the room. " Timothy Madox"Timothy followed behind her.
Marcy stared at all of the fancy suits and dresses. "You look totally crim!" she told Timothy, making an impressed face.
Lyss stared at the New Pretty Town lights across the river. The Sky was darkening every minute. She checked her bag again. Hoverboard, crash bracelets, belly sensor, check. Now all she had to do was wait.
When the sun finally disappeared, Lyss climbed onto the windowsill. She set the hoverboard outside and threw herself into the cold evening air, waiting for the tug of the crash bracelets.
Marcy danced over to the corner of the party where Ash was. "Hey Ash-wa! Wanna bust out?" she giggled.
Marcy hopped up and down excitedly. "I'm going to set off a TON of sparklers!" She congradulated herself for such a wonderful idea, and picked one up, set it off and then grabbed another. Marcy had a pyromaniac moment and set fifty sparklers at once. The sky exploded with light. "That was sooo pretty-making!"
" where are the bungee jackets? " asked Ash looking around "whoa! you are right the sparklers sooo pretty-making !"
"Totally bubbly, right Ash-wa?!" Marcy laughed grabbing a bungee jacket. She threw herself into the air and yelled like crazy.
Ash did the same only she did not scream, she did an flip (not on purpose though) "lets do that again!" said ash when she got to the bottom
Marcy's midnight blue eyes (with a tint of purple) were wide. "That was sooooo fun! ....but how do we get down?"
Marcy collasped on the ground. ((I have this idea: They have to take the lesions out of her because they are making her sick.))
(( k can Ash get sick to, like get it from Marcy?))Ash pinged the doctors telling them what happened then she to fainted
Marcy looked into a nearby mirror. "I-I'm pretty!" she gasped. "Wait...the lesions..." she jumped up and looked around. They were in Special Circumstances. "We've gotta get out."
((ok))Marcy took her hand. "We have to get out of here before they get back." she said urgently, but it was too late. A man came in and blocked the door. "You're not going anywhere." Marcy kicked him down and ran down the corridor.


