| nina natale ( @ 2009-10-26 23:15:00 |
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| There were many things that Natalya looked her best for, in fact, the number of things she made sure too look her best for far outweighed the things that she did not care too. It was to a level that if she did not look her best it was a bigger insult to the gala/situation/person then it would have been to take as a compliment if she were to dress up for whatever it was. To say that Natalya Novokoff was vain would have been an understatement; to say that she was unaware of it would have been a lie or a strong misunderstanding of her character. However, Nina did not dress to the nines for others, she did it for herself because she enjoyed looking at herself, the garnered attention was always just an added plus for her. There was only one person that she bothered with besides that, one person and one person only that actually was more important then her own self. What her brother thought of her, what her brother wanted to see her in was the most important thing of all, and his approval ranked above her own (at least in most things). So when he offered to take her out, she was surprised first and then anxious second. Her level of perfection grew eleven notches and she could not disappoint. But before all that, she needed a hit, and luckily she had just enough left over to focus her for the day. After cutting and snorting and cleaning up the evidence she was in her closet in naught but underwear and (the currently) winning pair of heels. Sure she had told him she was ready, and of course he had said he was on his way over; but he should have known better. The only time Natalya was ever on time for anything (even if she planned it) was the stage; and even then there had been close calls. |