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House of Leaves [Modern / Lovecraftian Horror]

Nicki had snapped her eyes shut in frustrated concentration regarding the whole situation and was swiftly awakened by something warm resting on her thigh. In a split second she had the instinct to slap whatever it was. When she was upset she didn't like being touched. It was as if the long-legged blonde was a snake that had been poked and prodded. Besides, usually contact on her thigh signified a man getting a little too friendly with her and was also usually quickly responded with a slap as well. However, fortunately, she chose to open her eyes before she acted and found to her surprise something very different from what she had expected.

There lay Bess, the beautiful black lab that Allan owned. Her cute eyes revealed she longed to be petted and held a million thoughts behind them that words could not express. This made Nicole utterly disarmed. The french tip fingers slowly floated down from her scalp and her muscles lost their tension by degrees. On the other hand, a part of her was still mildly perturbed at the thought that the dog was likely shedding all over white blouse or red pants... but... look at that face! The ends of her lips slowly began to rise in a surrendering smile as she began to stroke the creature at her lap. The stroke became a playful roughness until she took the dogs face in her hands and squished it a bit. "Awwww... how can I say no to that cute little face?" She said this in high pitched (though could be considered obnoxious) glee.

Nicole saw Allan drop his phone, but made no attempt to get it herself. He was a man and he could pick it up himself, however, on the other hand, if she had dropped her phone she would have fully expected Allan to be chivalrous and get it for her like a good man would. After which he said something that she figured was an attempt at trying to soothe her by offering his opinion, no matter ignorant. When he made the mislead comment, a long moment passed in which she just stared at him. It was as if the woman was giving him a moment to take back what he'd said to provide her with the right answer. When this silence continued she relented, giving a long sigh. "Well... thanks, but, like, none of these are gold." She continued as if she was painfully explaining what 2+2 was. "This one is ginger." She held up the one she was referring to and then followed with the other. "And this one is marigold." She rolled her eyes, "Gold is totally different in every way to marigold. Like, it's so obvious." She then patted Allan on the shoulder in light hearted comforting. "It's okay, Allan, I'm a designer and you're not." With this she flicked her darkly painted eyes up and down his current attire, reaffirming her statement. "Therefore I will excuse your mistake." With this Nicki flashed a polite and happy smile with a nod that caused her blonde curls to bounce. She was totally oblivious to her having said or done anything rude.

House of Leaves [Modern / Lovecraftian Horror]

The blank, white mannequin faced her, still and unmoving. It's head projected from the top of it like a pale balloon. On this face there held nothing that resembled a human save for the two slight dips into it that were empty and held no eyes. In a darkened room one could imagine that it was an unemotional, floating entity. Perhaps you would swear it would shift in the corner of your vision, only to spin on a dime and rationalize that it had just been your imagination. It made its home in the living room, just to the side of the television and at the moment to Nicole it held not one bit of fear, but instead posed a challenge.

The blonde shifted her hips as she stood for what had seemed like a very long time, facing this foe of sorts, but Nicki just couldn't decide... She held in each french manicured hand a different piece of cloth. In her left she held a houndstooth in a spicy ginger shade and in the other she gripped a sophisticated merigold with a flamestitch pattern. The woman's eyeliner painted lids lowered to make her eyes into a little more than slits and she delicately bit her glossed lips. This position was held for a long time as she shifted one cloth against the mannequin, to the next, in an attempt to gleam some enlightenment. The tension held like the most serious of staring contests, until... she yielded. With a groan Nicki's body slumped and she let out an almost feral, high pitched growl before exclaiming, "What the fuck?! Why can't I just decide already!" She didn't even think about the ramification this might have in waking anyone up. "I just--" The flaring woman began and tore her fingers into her scalp. "UUGGGH!" And with this she forced herself down into a couch seat, which she nearly missed. It was as if the thing had moved, but it was surely the fact that she had been too angry to coordinate herself. Even still, she was firmly seated, and was thus left to fume.

Nicole clicked her black heels against the ground as she continued to glare at the two fabrics that were causing her so much undying torture. Some would say that they looked almost exactly the same, but that was the furthest from the truth. They were different in every way, or at least that's what she told herself, and that was the very thing that made the decision very hard. They were both very inspiring colors and patterns, but she couldn't make a choice. It was like deciding between two of your children or choosing between whether to buy a new Coach bag or a new pair of Louis Vuitton shoes. This was a dire conundrum that could very well change her entire life, and she did not know what to do.

House of Leaves [Modern / Lovecraftian Horror]

I am very excited for IC rp today!

House of Leaves [Modern / Lovecraftian Horror]

Name: Nicole (Nicki) Taylor

Age: 23

Degree: Bachelor of Arts - Fashion and Apparel Design

Short description of character's outwards appearance: Nicole (or Nicki) stands tall at 5 feet 8 inches and even taller when she wears high heels (which is often and the height of these shoes tend to be outrageous). She is also quite petite at 130 pounds. This fashionista enjoys adorning her body in the most stylish clothes from her favorite designers and is rarely caught in anything else -- she has a budding fashion career to uphold, after all. Every morning she spends anywhere from an hour to an hour and a half making sure that she looks perfect. She does her makeup heavy, going all out with contouring, black eyeliner and extravagant eyeshadow. Nicole takes pride in her facial artistry and always insists that she will never need a makeup artist when she attends fashion shows. That's only half the battle however. The blonde spends a great deal of time every morning curling her hair into flowy curls that drape down her back. At nights, if going out to a night club (which she does often on the weekends), she will usually go for even greater extremes. She will darken her eyeshadows, add fake eyelashes, and always dare for a chic short dress that may or may not cover her entire bum. When she comes to the house, she will still uphold her appearance until bed, often not yielding to anything other than exchanging her high heels for smaller pumps.

Short description of character's personality (including any skills/weaknesses they have: Nicole is very extraverted and always loves to be the center of attention and can't stand being alone. Some would claim that she has a bubbly happiness that brightens the many lives of those who cling to her vibrant personality. Some, however, see her happiness as very shallow and annoyingly loud. She tends to be spontaneous and doesn't think things through, which may be the reason that she always strikes people as a flirt. Nicki doesn't hold back with making suggestive remarks, but she never means to really encourage anyone. She always tells people that she's not looking for a relationship because she needs to focus on her career. She is confident and adventurous. The woman, who grew up as a Californian from the good ol' US of A, jumped at the chance to attend a fashion academy in Sweden so that she could explore a completely new place. These are a lot of her good traits, but she has a variety of bad ones. Firstly, she is not the brightest bulb in the bunch. She has a knack for fashion sense, but not much else. She doesn't really put things together very quickly and is lost on anything sciency or mathish or englishy or history-ish or... yeah, anything that is of any significant brain power. She can do the basics and that's about it. Decision making isn't a strong suit either because she is so spontaneous. She is the first to go down a creepy corridor without fear. Also, she can sometimes be a bit of a bitch when she's angry, frustrated, confused, or just not getting what she wants.

Anything else important: Nicki works out often to maintain the figure that her field requires so she could be athletically strong, swift, or durable. She also tries to eat healthy food like salads, granola bars, parfaits, etc. She cheats when it comes to chocolate, however, she can't stand to live without it. In addition she has a hobby of photography on the side, but nothing terribly compelling. She mostly does it to make perfect fashion photography with the best filters, showcasing mainly her. Still, she has the capability to take photography as well with her camera if something interesting catches her eye. Oh, and she is also an ardent feminist.

House of Leaves [Modern / Lovecraftian Horror]

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House of Leaves [Modern / Lovecraftian Horror]

Interested!