Missy Tae: Maalik Fan Girl & Dim's Cheerleader (missytae) wrote in colosseum, @ 2014-01-12 15:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! backstory, - capitol, escort: missy tae, victor: 46th maalik van der zee |
WHO: Missy Tae and Maalik Van der Zee
WHEN: During the 53rd games
WHERE: Capitol.
WHAT: Suits and Marriage
STATUS: Log | Prompt Marriage
Sometimes (or actually, most of the time) Maalik felt that people certainly took advantage of his willingness to help. Usually (read: too often for his liking) it ended up with him in bizarre situations with Capitolites who fancied the company of the tall blond. Last week, he had allowed himself to become a living mannequin while the Capitolite pair made him try all sorts of outfits. Now, Maalik didn’t know much about textiles, but some of the things he tried were amazing. The colours and textures indicating that they were well beyond the price range of District folk. Right now, it was a lanky woman who was commandeering his attention with a practiced air. Maalik could only half-follow her plot, flashing a grimace now and again because he was not sure what she wanted from him. He felt ill suited to the suit he was wearing, the shirt uncomfortably tight - the bowtie was crooked (one end was poking his neck, the itch becoming a bigger nuisance as time passed). Being that Missy spent a fair bit of time working with make-up in the off season she was here helping out. She was doing her best to be professional but come on Maalik was there. She drew a line of lipstick across another models face because she was looking in the wrong place (aka Maalik). She made a nervous squeal as she attempted to clean her off. But she was shoved off by another make-up artist and to go take a break. “Fine.” She mumbled disappointed. She headed off and went to look at the clothing they were making all of them try on. Though she was drifting steadily closer to Maalik. Intentional of course, though she was attempting to make it look unintentional. Finally she was close enough to say, “Marry me!” No, no, that was not what she wanted to say. Hi. Hello. Good day. ANYTHING but what she had said. She smacked her hands to her face. “I meant hi.” She said though it was muffled by her hands on her face. She wanted to cry. Quasi-terrified expression in place, Maalik was blaming the suit. Did it make him look like he was going to a wedding? Or being the groom? It was difficult for him to tell, if he were to get married back in Four, this would not be what he wore for that day. Furthermore, the stupid bowtie was still scratching his neck and now Missy seemed upset. That was not good, if she started crying Maalik would have no idea of what to do beyond patting her back awkwardly. More importantly, he hated seeing anyone cry. “Hello, Miss. How are you?” Keeping his tone calm and professional - like Victors ought to conduct themselves, yes? Yes. “Embarrassed,” she finally said as she pulled her hands away from her face. But not before peeking through her fingers to properly assess the situation. When she finally felt as if she could bare the embarrassment without the safety of her hands. Missy smiled and was thankful he didn’t seem to hound on the stupid comment she had made earlier. “You look dapper in that suit.” Though that bow tie did not look all that comfortable if she was honest. Leaning forward she brushed off the jacket a bit. Then she went wided eyed. She had touched him. She nervously and shakely pulled her hand back. It was not with the same confidence she had reached out with, like she had been adjusting Dim’s clothing. It had been a little shocking - being proposed to like that, but best to take it in stride. Had he known Missy better he would’ve attempted to crack a lame joke to dispel the mood. Maalik did not do well in situations where both parties were jumpy, so he tried to smooth things over by indicating to his bowtie. “Help, please?” Because that angle could not be right and he had no idea how to fix it. He leaned down a little so Missy could reach without problem, he was a fair bit taller than her. The stylist that had been dressing him had also been short, which probably explained why she couldn’t reach properly to fix the bowtie. In retrospect, Maalik reasoned that he ought to have just leaned down to begin with. Hindsight was a wonderful thing. Bow tie. Yes. Um wow he was super close and Missy was trying not to get flustered, and scream something like Marry me in his face again. “Of course.” She said with a bright smile. She moved closer and reached up to start to adjust his bow tie. Missy smiled and she completely undid it to retie it. She felt so close to him and she couldn’t help but sniff. Gosh he smelled good. She re-tied his bow tie and moved back. She tilted her head to admire her hand work. “I think we are good. Does it feel better?” Missy rocked on her feet with her hands behind her back. Did she- had she just- yes. Apparently she had. Maalik gave a polite cough and pretended not to notice because her hands were on his bowtie and he knew better than to endanger his neck. Granted, his bow tie was much better now, and he straightened once Missy was finished, touching the edges tentatively. “Thank you.” He had no idea about these things but Maalik was grateful for her help. “Looks fine now.” Well… “More than fine. Good. It looks good.” Probably best to stop touching it as well, just in case it came apart. How did these things even work and why would people wear them? The stylist that had been working on him before returned, giving a ‘tut’ as if Maalik was a stray puppy that had gotten lost. “This way, Mr.Van der Zee, quick - quick!” Running a hand through his hair, Maalik counted to ten before following; halfway he turned around, “Don’t ask more Victors to marry you, Missy. You’ll get into trouble.” He meant those words as a joke of course, he doubted anyone could be offended by Missy. Yes, she agreed her handwork did look good. “You’re welcome.” Missy said with a smile. Though as he was pulled away she sighed. Yes she supposed he had to get back to work. She should too probably. She waved as he started to go away but then when he turned back and told her not to ask people marry anyone she went wide eyed. “I won’t.” She called back but she was going bright red. Could she ever live that one down? |