Gel: Patsy's Room: Bedtime
Bouncing away from the Extra Cafe, Gel's falsly happy mood melted away and she bit back the tears stinging the corners of her eyes. How dare Lex say things like that to her, and the worst part was, Gel didn't have anyone to stick up for her. No one to stand up and yell at Lex for yelling at her. He was a horrible little man, and Gel just didn't see how any girl could ever want to be with him, but then, Siva was pretty horrible too, what with stomping on Gel's foot after she so graciously offered to help her out.
Realizing that she was now stomping off to Patsy's bedroom, Gel slowed her pace, looking across the way to her own bedroom, her pink, lovely smelling, perfectly decorated room, where Zandra was sleeping. Gel didn't want to be rude, she DID like Zandra, and she didn't mind sharing the room with her, but she certainly felt displaced. One of Gel's first friends when she'd moved in here had been Mouse, and Gel liked that her room was right next to Mouse's, but, now there were girls who were Gel's age, so she guessed she didn't have to cling to little kids stuff. Besides, Patsy had a nice room, and two beds, and well, the nights sure felt a lot less lonely with Patsy sleeping nearby, Gel hadn't ever considered a room mate before. Plus, Patsy was neat, and pretty, and she wouldn't go messing up her creams and makeup, so Gel didn't really mind one little bit.
Entering the room, Gel gave a bit of a tsk at the loss of curtain, that was something everyone needed, it was good for privacy, and how could Gel be expected to change into her night clothes if people could just peer into the room and see things?! Of course, it wouldn't be the first time since the virus that someone had seen things when she didn't want them to, but she was still a girl, and she still valued some small bit of privacy. Stepping behind the screen, Gel removed her clothes and quickly put her Pajama Pants Set on before covering that with her robe.
When she was satisfactorily covered, Gel walked over to the vanity and began her nightly ritual, brushing her hair out 100 times, setting it in rag curls, cleaning her makeup off before smearing her face with the green face cream and rubbing it in good in the worry spots. Gel especially didn't want crows feet or worry lines, not like some of the girls in this Tribe like, Trudy, and Amber, and Salene. Shuddering at the though, Gel smiled at her reflection and stood up, moving to the extra bed in the room, laying her robe across the foot of the bed and climbing in for a good night of beauty rest.
Realizing that she was now stomping off to Patsy's bedroom, Gel slowed her pace, looking across the way to her own bedroom, her pink, lovely smelling, perfectly decorated room, where Zandra was sleeping. Gel didn't want to be rude, she DID like Zandra, and she didn't mind sharing the room with her, but she certainly felt displaced. One of Gel's first friends when she'd moved in here had been Mouse, and Gel liked that her room was right next to Mouse's, but, now there were girls who were Gel's age, so she guessed she didn't have to cling to little kids stuff. Besides, Patsy had a nice room, and two beds, and well, the nights sure felt a lot less lonely with Patsy sleeping nearby, Gel hadn't ever considered a room mate before. Plus, Patsy was neat, and pretty, and she wouldn't go messing up her creams and makeup, so Gel didn't really mind one little bit.
Entering the room, Gel gave a bit of a tsk at the loss of curtain, that was something everyone needed, it was good for privacy, and how could Gel be expected to change into her night clothes if people could just peer into the room and see things?! Of course, it wouldn't be the first time since the virus that someone had seen things when she didn't want them to, but she was still a girl, and she still valued some small bit of privacy. Stepping behind the screen, Gel removed her clothes and quickly put her Pajama Pants Set on before covering that with her robe.
When she was satisfactorily covered, Gel walked over to the vanity and began her nightly ritual, brushing her hair out 100 times, setting it in rag curls, cleaning her makeup off before smearing her face with the green face cream and rubbing it in good in the worry spots. Gel especially didn't want crows feet or worry lines, not like some of the girls in this Tribe like, Trudy, and Amber, and Salene. Shuddering at the though, Gel smiled at her reflection and stood up, moving to the extra bed in the room, laying her robe across the foot of the bed and climbing in for a good night of beauty rest.