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thearena2014-08-24 09:30 pm
keep_surviving) wrote in thearena2014-08-24 09:30 pm
Entry tags:
knickers
Who| Diana, and you [open to all]
What| Diana's just browsing.
Where| Cushion Pushin’ Upscale Lingerie (it’s very classy), First floor // FAYZ Freaks Fiesta (Merchandise), Third Floor
When| First Week
Warnings/Notes| It's an arena post with Diana, just, be prepared.
Past the window mannequins dressed in the more conservative pyjamas and nightwear, surrounded by a racks of lace, silk, frills and polka dots, is Diana. Killing time before the next replenishment of food.
Though she's hardly about to strip down and actually try on any of them, especially the corsets, which there's a ridiculous amount of (seriously, they must have come back into fashion hard). It doesn't stop her from looking around.
Because some of these sets are actually pretty damn cute. Like that yellow, white-spotted one.
So she walks around the 3 for 2 bins of knickers, racks of comfortable looking nighties and line after line of bras to pick a few out.
She holds them against her body, scrutinizing herself in the mirror then turning to look up at the ceiling, guessing the camera's location with rather surprising accuracy.
Then she pulls a questioning expression and raises her hand, shaking it in so-so gesture, as if asking the audience for their opinion before nodding or shaking her head, putting it back and browsing again.
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Diana is fully aware that there's merchandise of her (her Azula and Diana shipping shirts are a testament to that) but it doesn't prepare her for the first sighting of FAYZ Freaks Fiesta.
It's terrible. And cheesy. And hilarious so, of course, Diana loves it and is already wearing a 'It's just a FAYZ' shirt.
What baffles her is that what seems to be the focus of FAYZ merchandise is a large collection of snowglobes.
Getting closer, she can see the typical town backdrops in some but others have desert or water. And the confetti inside them all varies in shape and colour.
But something about every single one looks familiar. The little town backdrop isn't any little town. It's a Perdido Beach.
She leans down to get a better look at the plastic souvenirs and sees familiar faces moulded into little figures and placed amongst the scenery.
Sometimes in less than pleasant scenarios, like a little Lana trapped under a truck with a little dog stood beside her.
And there, pressed against the glass in the one closet to her, tiny face twisting in pain for touching the barrier, is a Sam.
Diana shakes her head. “Oh, you cheeky bastards.”
What| Diana's just browsing.
Where| Cushion Pushin’ Upscale Lingerie (it’s very classy), First floor // FAYZ Freaks Fiesta (Merchandise), Third Floor
When| First Week
Warnings/Notes| It's an arena post with Diana, just, be prepared.
Past the window mannequins dressed in the more conservative pyjamas and nightwear, surrounded by a racks of lace, silk, frills and polka dots, is Diana. Killing time before the next replenishment of food.
Though she's hardly about to strip down and actually try on any of them, especially the corsets, which there's a ridiculous amount of (seriously, they must have come back into fashion hard). It doesn't stop her from looking around.
Because some of these sets are actually pretty damn cute. Like that yellow, white-spotted one.
So she walks around the 3 for 2 bins of knickers, racks of comfortable looking nighties and line after line of bras to pick a few out.
She holds them against her body, scrutinizing herself in the mirror then turning to look up at the ceiling, guessing the camera's location with rather surprising accuracy.
Then she pulls a questioning expression and raises her hand, shaking it in so-so gesture, as if asking the audience for their opinion before nodding or shaking her head, putting it back and browsing again.
------
Diana is fully aware that there's merchandise of her (her Azula and Diana shipping shirts are a testament to that) but it doesn't prepare her for the first sighting of FAYZ Freaks Fiesta.
It's terrible. And cheesy. And hilarious so, of course, Diana loves it and is already wearing a 'It's just a FAYZ' shirt.
What baffles her is that what seems to be the focus of FAYZ merchandise is a large collection of snowglobes.
Getting closer, she can see the typical town backdrops in some but others have desert or water. And the confetti inside them all varies in shape and colour.
But something about every single one looks familiar. The little town backdrop isn't any little town. It's a Perdido Beach.
She leans down to get a better look at the plastic souvenirs and sees familiar faces moulded into little figures and placed amongst the scenery.
Sometimes in less than pleasant scenarios, like a little Lana trapped under a truck with a little dog stood beside her.
And there, pressed against the glass in the one closet to her, tiny face twisting in pain for touching the barrier, is a Sam.
Diana shakes her head. “Oh, you cheeky bastards.”
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He brings his hand up, slow, shaking, unsteady. He brings it just up to his waist, where her hand pulls on his shirt. His fingers hover over hers, enough to be noticed, but no enough to touch, to break the rule of no-contact. And then he drops it.
He hopes it's enough to get her attention, so she'll look up and see when he nods the barest bit, eyes closed. A show of gratitude. Just to give her something more than a whole motherfucking bunch of nothing.