Post by Corsa on Mar 9, 2017 19:47:42 GMT
Sunlight streamed into the bedroom, a doll sat upon its wooden seat, in front of its gaggle of mirrors, reflecting its porcelain skin and glowing green eyes back into its countenance. A white sundress all that was worn, beautiful in its simplicity, with small platinum flower outlines moving down the cloth. Behind the manikin stood a bear, animated in only one way - its claws moving at speeds that man would be unable to follow, the shine of metal in the light the only indication it was moving at all, the doll's long blonde hair flying around its head, as it slowly shaped into place. The scene was one of utter silence, sans a low whir, like the sound of an air conditioner that was barely blowing - the hair seemed to make no noise for the longest moment as if the world sat within an ephemeral dreamscape, where no true action was taken. The zen nature of the scene suddenly was lost, however, when the doll jerked its head, a mouth opening to quietly whisper words of pain, "Ow, Tenie, ow." Her head pulled away, her gleaming eyes stared into the almost blank expression of the caretaker behind her, one of the many that existed within her parent's villa. Tenie was special, however, as a young child, the woman was assigned to be Corsa's nursemaid and their bond had forever been laid in stone from that day on.
The scene was rocked from its former glory, as the bear's metallic claws glinted in the air, whirring as they warped in shape and size, turning into a human hand. The maid stood properly to her full height, dwarfing the small dollish girl, and moved one of its hands to the girl's head, pressing into the golden locks of hair. The gigantic caretaker gave the barest bit of a smile, her voice coming out unnaturally, without inflection or emotion to it, "Apologies, young mistress." Her head bowed mechanically to the doll-like young woman in front of her face, and she offered the "I did not expect the knot within your hair to be so tight. May I resume?" The android's hands warped once more, the fingers breaking apart into a dozen small instruments, extended out of where the former digits lay by thin metal poles. Many, small combs, brushes, scissors, and various other tools made themselves known, as she moved her hands away from the doll-like woman's hair, resting in the air above it, waiting for the okay to continue with her task staring at her charge's reflection in the mirror.
The manikin of a girl giggled into a hand, covering her mouth to prevent the impropriety of laughing with her mouth open, giving a nod along with the giggle. "Of course you may continue, Tenie. I can't be mad at you!" The voice was in stark contrast to the android maid's countenance, full of the spark of joy and kindness. As soon as the order was given, the girl sat up straight, eyes staring forward into the mirror, glowing green eyes locked with each other, as she began a staring contest with herself. The whirring began once more, and the gynoid maid's robotic tendrils full of tools began to fight through the hair once more, water spraying from one, combs held in others, all working in perfect order to masterfully shape their mistress' hair into what was desired. Corsa herself hummed lightly as it happened, a small song that always came to mind as Tenie worked on her hair, a nursery rhyme she remembered being told to her, long before. "Race, sterling ship, through seas up above. Onward we go, an alien cries. Wherever we be, twill be with love. For now, though you know, tis time to rise." The girl continued to hum as the android finished her work and moved back to allow the girl to see her hair.
Two buns sat opposite of each other, the long locks tied up in the girl's hair for this day. They were immaculate, the kind one could expect only from digitally touched up or inorganic hair - speaking wonders to the android's skill in preparing her charge's hair. The doll sat for a moment, and just watched herself, moving her head side to side, before exploding with sheer glee, jumping up from her seat on the small stool, and wrapping her arms around the android, squeezing it tight, "Oh, Tenie, you're wonderful!" She beamed up at the android, receiving a small head pat in return. Over a foot and a half shorter than the android, it looked like a younger child hugging their parent, not a now sixteen-year-old girl preparing for a day out. As she let go, she stretched her arms way up, and patted the maid on the head, beaming more, "Now, Tenie, remember, if anyone asks where I've gone, I'm going to go out to lunch with some friends in West City, and then I'm getting over to East City for a dinner with that suitor of theirs, that they're convinced will finally sweep me off my feet. Okay?" She had no intentions, at all, of meeting any suitor - in fact, she had no intentions of going to either of the cities or doing either of those stated plans - unfortunately, Tenie was incapable of lying to any of her family, and that meant that while the gynoid may have been her greatest companion, she could not be the greatest of confidants.
Releasing the shockingly still nursemaid from her embrace, the young Stokes raced towards her purse, grabbing it off her dresser she'd left it on, a silver bag with white accents that perfectly matched to her dress. She had plans today, and these plans didn't involve anyone her parents would approve of - no, she was going out to the city for one reason and one reason only: because she planned to meet some of the weird people you meet in public places out there. It was a favorite hobby of hers - got to a park, a coffee shop, anywhere you can justify being alone near lots of other people, and then pick out someone who is either alone or looks like they'd be open to talking to someone new, and then go talk to them. Especially if they look like interesting people - which could mean a lot of things to Corsa.
She loved talking to aliens, something about it just was so much more fun to her - perhaps because she never had to worry about whether she was as pretty as must alien girls she might talk to, or perhaps simply because, for much of her life, she had dealt with mainly human and android companions, meaning that the freedom to see aliens was limited. They all looked so unique, so different, even just the ones with colored skin were so interesting for her to see. Luckily for the girl, getting to where she wanted to go was easy - as easy as hopping into one of the many self-driving personal aircraft that the Stokes family owned, and relaxing - which was exactly what she did, politely speaking as she reclined back in her seat, "Computer, set course for West City. Prepare 'Refriti and Jangu' episode 21 for in-flight viewing."
She ordered the slightly steamy soap opera about an Arcosian who fell in love with a Namekian - both portrayed by humans in costumes - without the slightest bit of hesitation. Trashy fiction was something of a favorite of hers, and love stories were the best when they were trashy and made no sense - the tension between families, heating up the galaxy and the vacuum of space, it was what she liked to believe was going on, out there. Where she didn't have to consider the wars, the deaths, the hate, and rage, all the horrible things out there. Luckily for her, Earth was safer than many places. Her mind wandered as she watched the mindless show, and small tears formed in her eyes as she considered the violence of the galaxy. She knew her family contributed, they delivered weapons as well as helpful things, and it just hurt her whenever she thought of that.
Her thoughts were not allowed to dwell on this fact, however, as the cockpit suddenly turned red, and a robotic voice stated, "Unidentified object, evading," suddenly jerking out of its former peaceful flight, screen turning transparent to allow Corsa a view of what was happening - two young men flying at each other, dramatically crashing into each other, and then repeating, getting closer to the plane each time. Corsa braced herself against her seat, as the plane suddenly kicked into quickly spinning itself, flying lower to the ground as it made the maneuver to get out of range of the clashing, speeding away from the battle even as Corsa could hear them shouting at each other over some petty slight. Her heart raced, and she could feel each beat as she began to breathe quickly, trying her best to not panic. It was only as the redness of the cockpit faded that she realized how hard she had been holding onto her handles, knuckles turned white and sweat dripping down her face... causing her to whine loudly, "Nooo, those jerks ruined my makeup!!!"
Random people flying around fighting each other was just a natural fact of life she found, but there's always stories of times when they would accidentally blow people out of the sky, or end up crashing into someone as they drove, or other scary stories. Corsa herself had once had a flying man crash into the wings of a plane she was in, and take the plane down - though he and his friend were nice enough to stop their fight and fly her back home, that situation was definitely a scary thing for her to encounter. Since then, every time she's seen people fighting like that, she couldn't help but feel scared of it, and naturally just ran. She couldn't even watch martial arts tournaments on television, let alone in person, because of how scared she was of some of the things they could do. Where her older brother constantly talked about how cool it was and how he wished he could fly and do things like shoot blasts of energy from his hands, Corsa was more than happy to never even be near the fact that those things existed. She was happy to live her daily life without having to be afraid of someone blowing up her city without her being able to do anything. Luckily, such things were only stories of stuff that happened far away from her happy little world, on news programs that made her feel sick.
So she flipped down the small mirror within the cockpit, and pulled up her purse, looking at the makeup all over her face and frowning. The panicked sweat had caused her forehead to start running - even worse, it was getting into her eyebrows. And she didn't have Tenie to fix it this time, meaning she ha to pull her makeup out of her purse, and slowly pick out the right option, then slowly begin applying it. The bad thing about being spoiled being that she never needed to practice much, with doing things herself - she always had maids and helpers to do things for her. So she had to be careful.... very careful... super, duper careful, she had to make sure that she put just the right amount on, and that it didn't get too clumpy. The intense focus was almost zen-like, as she emptied her mind of any additional thoughts, ignoring the world around her, to focus purely on the face in front of her, and the makeup that must go on it. The doll was implacable once more, its expression as blank as her maid's - a task she had practiced hundreds of times, in order to mimic her caretaker. It wasn't a long trial, fixing her makeup, and she knew it'd only take a few minutes.
Or so she had hoped, as the plane's autopilot suddenly said "Brace for landing." just before touching down, bouncing suddenly, and sending the cockpit into chaos as Corsa's makeup kit flew out of her hand, powder flying all over her clothes, face and hair, pencils flew and colored the walls and the occupant, and other messy chaos. It was a moment that for the young Stokes girl took hours, but in fact was mere seconds, as everything went wrong, and all of her plans were ruined by the sudden stop. She grimaced and a vein popped up on her forehead, as she clenched her hands together into fists, nearly getting ready to yell.... before suddenly taking a few deep breaths, and beginning to laugh. She laughed hard, and for a long while, her whole body shaking, her entire form jiggling as she took on the giggle fit of chaos, and shook hard. It only began to end as she started saying "Ow... ow... ow..." as she clutched at her sides, like a child clutching a doll, rolling over with tears in her eyes. It took minutes before she was done, quietly saying "Computer, call Dad."
A face appeared in seconds, as Corsa's father answered and stared at his daughter, looking distraught, "Honey, are you alright? The plane alerted me to the clash you were near, were you injured, did the plane get hit, what happened?" He sounded panicked, scared out of his wits, his hair on ends as if he'd just gotten shocked by electricity. "If someone hurt you I swear I don't know what I'll do but I'll do something, those ruffians and hooligans don't know who they're messing with if they hurt you!!!!" He tried to puff himself up - which did little to make him look intimidating, being a barely five-foot tall twig of a man, but it at least made him feel better.
Corsa, meanwhile, just started laughing again, "No, no I'm fine dad. I just had a mishap with makeup and landing and my clothes are ruined.... so I was wondering if I could maaaybe buy a new outfit or two. You know. For tonight. The date. I wouldn't want to show up in ruined clothes, riiiiight?" She gave the biggest, rounded, wettest looking puppy dog eyes she could manage, holding her hands together in front of her face, as she begged... which was something was totally not above doing. "I promise I won't buy toooo much.... just a new dress and some new shoes and a new purse and I think I need to go to a stylist to get my hair restyled..."
Her father just stared for a few moments, and then laughed jovially, the former fear gone, as he nodded along, "Of course, of course, oh goodness, you should have told me that as soon as I picked up! Of course, you can buy anything you need, as long as you're safe! I want you to look beautiful for tonight, he's a really good guy this Boher, I'm sure you'll like him." Her father happily talked about her potential husband to be, causing Corsa to grimace internally, even as she kept the happy fake smile on her face.
"Of course dad, I'm sure! But I should get going 'kay I love you bye!" She shouted it quickly as she hung up the video call, and climbed out of the plane - mechanical arms lifting her up and out of the seat, placing her next to the ground. She had a lot of shopping to get done, before she could go people watching now.
Or so she had hoped, as the plane's autopilot suddenly said "Brace for landing." just before touching down, bouncing suddenly, and sending the cockpit into chaos as Corsa's makeup kit flew out of her hand, powder flying all over her clothes, face and hair, pencils flew and colored the walls and the occupant, and other messy chaos. It was a moment that for the young Stokes girl took hours, but in fact was mere seconds, as everything went wrong, and all of her plans were ruined by the sudden stop. She grimaced and a vein popped up on her forehead, as she clenched her hands together into fists, nearly getting ready to yell.... before suddenly taking a few deep breaths, and beginning to laugh. She laughed hard, and for a long while, her whole body shaking, her entire form jiggling as she took on the giggle fit of chaos, and shook hard. It only began to end as she started saying "Ow... ow... ow..." as she clutched at her sides, like a child clutching a doll, rolling over with tears in her eyes. It took minutes before she was done, quietly saying "Computer, call Dad."
A face appeared in seconds, as Corsa's father answered and stared at his daughter, looking distraught, "Honey, are you alright? The plane alerted me to the clash you were near, were you injured, did the plane get hit, what happened?" He sounded panicked, scared out of his wits, his hair on ends as if he'd just gotten shocked by electricity. "If someone hurt you I swear I don't know what I'll do but I'll do something, those ruffians and hooligans don't know who they're messing with if they hurt you!!!!" He tried to puff himself up - which did little to make him look intimidating, being a barely five-foot tall twig of a man, but it at least made him feel better.
Corsa, meanwhile, just started laughing again, "No, no I'm fine dad. I just had a mishap with makeup and landing and my clothes are ruined.... so I was wondering if I could maaaybe buy a new outfit or two. You know. For tonight. The date. I wouldn't want to show up in ruined clothes, riiiiight?" She gave the biggest, rounded, wettest looking puppy dog eyes she could manage, holding her hands together in front of her face, as she begged... which was something was totally not above doing. "I promise I won't buy toooo much.... just a new dress and some new shoes and a new purse and I think I need to go to a stylist to get my hair restyled..."
Her father just stared for a few moments, and then laughed jovially, the former fear gone, as he nodded along, "Of course, of course, oh goodness, you should have told me that as soon as I picked up! Of course, you can buy anything you need, as long as you're safe! I want you to look beautiful for tonight, he's a really good guy this Boher, I'm sure you'll like him." Her father happily talked about her potential husband to be, causing Corsa to grimace internally, even as she kept the happy fake smile on her face.
"Of course dad, I'm sure! But I should get going 'kay I love you bye!" She shouted it quickly as she hung up the video call, and climbed out of the plane - mechanical arms lifting her up and out of the seat, placing her next to the ground. She had a lot of shopping to get done, before she could go people watching now.