Who: Lafayette Where: The Prison When: Today What: Getting ready and thinking Status: Closed Narrative Wordcount: 1016
Lafayette had been highly concerned when his makeup kit first showed up. Not because he didn't love having a way to get ready every morning because a boy loved feeling pretty sometimes, but because he was kind of freaked out by things appearing by magic. However, he heard from other people that things appeared for them from time to time and it was OK. Sometimes, this place was actually nice and, instead of magically booby-trapped food arriving for New Year's, they got stuff from home. Maybe getting his own makeup was a little frivolous when some people were getting things like their weapons or whatever, but getting to put on his eye lashes and eye liner made Lafayette feel a little more like himself, OK? Let him indulge.
Today was a day he was definitely indulging, though. He was in a good mood despite all the nonsense going on both in and out of the prison. There were crazy twins scaring the hell out of people and people doing crazy stuff in the prison like eating clothes and being generally weirder than normal. Everyone was getting a little antsy because they weren't supposed to be going out of the prison, either. Some people were sneaking out and being naughty, but Lafayette couldn't fault them for it. If he could fly, he would definitely get the hell out of here from time to time, too. Lucky assholes being able to fly. Even with those limitations, his spirits were high and he was doing good.
He started his makeup, staring in the mirror in his cell/room, starting off with his eyes. He was feeling a full on smokey eye today, which took a few minutes, but this was personal Lafayette time and he was going to indulge all he wanted, thank you. Just because his clothes had to be kind of dull and he didn't have his jewelry here didn't mean that he still couldn't be pretty. Well, he was pretty without the makeup but he liked enhancing what he already had. As he blended his eyeshadow, his mind wandered to that pretty white boy that he talked to from time to time, Damien. He hoped that Damien came by and indulged himself in that bacon craving in the kitchen today.
Yeah, that was part of why he was feeling like going all out on the makeup today. Lafayette knew how to seduce a man with cooking, even in an apocalypse. He was even pretty damn sure that he'd seen Damien mention before that his boyfriend had disappeared, which meant that Lafayette's flirting would not only not be hated, but possibly reciprocated. If Damien wasn't feeling him, that would be his loss, of course, but Lafayette hoped that he would. He also hoped that this lockdown would be over soon. Everyone wanted to get the hell out of here and it was starting to show. Even if people weren't going crazy and being possessed or whatever the hell was going on, they were going to start acting out soon.
Satisfied with his eyeshadow, he moved on to his lashes, taking the time to glue on his fake lashes. He wondered if he was going to have to start going full on old school Egyptian and start making his own mascara with charcoal. All makeup had an expiration date, but mascara expired pretty quickly, and eyelash glue didn't last forever. He would figure it out and make it if he had to, if he was still here in a year or so. Shit, that could be his second job here, giving makeovers with do it yourself makeup. He wasn't the only one who wore makeup here, so it wouldn't even come off as that silly. Not that he thought it was silly, anyway. Makeup was serious business.
Thank God Lafayette was having a good lash day today, because it didn't take him too long to glue the lashes on. Some days, they found him and went fucking everywhere but where he wanted them to be. He was relieved that today they fucking cooperated. Once they were done, he moved on to popping a little bit of blush on his cheeks for some extra color. His skin was good today, so he didn't want to bother with foundation. He had to conserve that shit for the days when he had a break out or something. How the hell did they make foundation, anyway? He might want to figure that out. His stuff wasn't going to last forever, even with him conserving it. At least powder products had a good shelf life. Even if he ran out, he might be able to go into town and find more without it being expired.
Finally, he settled on putting just a little bit of gloss on his lips. Keep them hydrated and make them look juicy. Even though they looked plenty juicy on their own. Can't hurt to enhance even more, though. "Well hello, Hotness," he said, smiling at his reflection. He packed away all of his makeup and stashed it under his bed. Might as well preserve it as long as possible by keeping it out of the sunlight, too. Feeling good about himself, he sashayed to the kitchen, ready to get to work on making lunch for everybody at the prison. One nice thing he could say about his job was that it kept him busy. At least when he was working on feeding all the people in this damn prison, he couldn't focus too much on wanting to get out and explore.
Whipping out a fan that he'd managed to get his hands on, he walked into the kitchen, as it was already getting hot as hell in here. Yeah, good thing that he skipped the foundation. His face just would have eaten that shit in three hours with his luck. Everything else would last fine through the heat, though. "Alright, bitches, let's get to work feeding these crazy people," he said as he walked in, fanning himself for a few seconds before folding the fan and putting it away.