[ooc]1st Memory (Sound/Smell)
The minute she touched the fresh bouquet of flowers, the world seemed to fade away.
"Now! I must accessorize myself for Fiy***!"
What? What was that static sound? She could hear the sound of giggling girls and the ruffling of clothing, but her vision was pitch black, her limbs completely immobile, making her feel extremely disorientated. Was she being held down?! There was a slightly musky smell of someplace old and small. Like a closet perhaps? It was so terrifying to hear her own voice talking, with the sound of jewelry clacking and being set aside.
Another rustling sound.
.
"G******, what in Oz's name!?"
"Now, just pretend you didn't see that! My granny is always giving me the most hideodeous hats!" Her voice--sounding so young! Like a woman without a care in the world. Who was she talking to?! The hat smelled horrendable too--like moth balls and ancient perfume.
"I'd give it away, but I don't hate anyone that much."
"Yes you do!" The voice broke into high pitched cackles. Such an annoying voice...
"Give it to her! Just do it!" Another voice, someone different. Simpering, toady--she disliked her immediately, without even knowing why.
"Noooo! I couldn't." But she was faking. She could. She would. Bubbles knew it. "Could I?" She must really have hated this person! To use such a tactic, called for the most mortalish of mortal enemies!
Another rustle, then the sound of skirts shifting under clacking high heeled footsteps.
"G******, listen, Ne**** and I were talking about you just now..." That was West's voice! Her scent too! Dusty books, and ink, with the hint of earth and oil.
"And I was just talking about you! I thought you might want to wear this hat to the party tonight!"
Oh no.
No no.
Not to West!
Surely she wouldn't--West was her friend! Her very bestest--
"Its really ...uh...sharp!
Don't you think?
You know black, is this year's pink!
You deserve each other,
This hat and you.
You're both so...smart!
You deserve each other, so here!
Out of the goodness of my heart!"
Her own echoing laughter followed after her as she came to once more.
[ooc: Italics: Song lyrics. From Act I, Dance Through Life/OZ Dust Ballroom scene]