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>> "Hey. I haven't caught your name. Mine is Amelia. 'Ami' for short."

Was this one of those scenarios in which Gina should give het middle name, to maintain some fragment of dignity? If some name were to be soiled, it shouldn't be her first.

"Regina-- everyone calls me Gina," Gina introduced herself in a similar manner. Had she forgotten to introduce herself, after all of that? Oops.

>> "It's nice to meet you."


"Likewise... nice to meet you."

Gina continued to work at her soda looking towards Jude momentarily before returning to her food. Talk about the world's most awkward lunch.

((OoC: Where do you guys want to go from here?))

Gina got her smile out of Agnes, and began to dabble the blush on in small circles on Agnes' cheeks lightly. How fortunate, that she and Constance were of a similar skintone.

"Perfecto," Gina hummed, brushing some stray powder off of Agnes's cheek. All that she had left were the lips, the hair, and the clothes... They were almost done...

>> "God, I hope I still have enough time to finish. When is she supposed to show up again?"

"Good question," Gina answered noncommitally, lilting towards the door, propping it open to look at her alarm clock. They had about a half-hour. They were cutting it a little close. Maybe Gina could do something simpler with Agnes's hair?

"We've got about a half-hour," Gina announced placidly, "Plenty of time." She sauntered to the counter, and picked up another pencil, except this was one for the lips.

"Lip liner," Gina announced, holding up the pencil which was tipped in a rosy, pink color, "Exactly what it sounds like. I'm going to give you really clean, simple pink lip-coloring. Some lipstick for color, and some gloss, to give it shine and hold it in place..."

Gina smiled, "You ready?"

Gina kept asking, she was well aware, but it was a precautionary thing. Just wanted Agnes to feel some measure of control in the matter.

Okay, so Gina had laid the cheese on a little thick, but at least through the cheesiness, Agnes had heard her, loud and clear. Agnes got up and constricted Gina in a hug. It wasn't that big of a deal, not as big as Gina was making it out to be, if Agnes backed out. Agnes-hugs were really hard to interpret, though, so Gina just exchanged it and waited for her sister to speak, before taking action.

>> “No Gina... You’re right. I’ve…I’ve just got to get over this. I can’t…stop my life... I’ll be okay. Now…ahem…come on make-up wench! You still have quite the job ahead of you!”

"With time," Gina agreed, nodding her head. It wasn't just a one-and-done, solved-with-a-date kind of deal... to think so would be ridiculously naive. It would take time, and maybe some talks with Miss Taylor. But, Gina was glad that her sister was keeping an open-mind and stepping out of her comfort zone. The make-up wench reclaimed her blush compact and loose brush, and popped the blush open. She wasn't a counselor, but she was glad to help.

"Oh, psh," Gina assured her sister, "The eyes are the most intensive part. Everything else is a breeze, after that." Gina drew closer to her sister, lightly dabbling the brush over the unscathed blush. She looked towards her sister, smiling placidly as she said, "For blush, you want to put it on the apples of your cheeks, which you find by smiling."

As she was already smiling, Gina poked at her own cheeks, towards the resulting "apples".

"So, give me a smile?" she requested sweetly.

Gina listened closely, setting the blush and the brush aside, to show Agnes that she was listening.

>> “I…I know this is stupid, I know this is just a casual date, but…it’s just…Gina…I’m…so scarred up. I… I…I don’t know how to feel beautiful and…aren’t you supposed to feel beautiful when you’re on a date? Am I…Am I just doing all this wrong?”

Agnes let out a laugh that was too sharp, hugging herself tightly. Gina 's brow stitched, frowning as her sister spoke. Gina quietly held onto her own arm, taloned fingers absently flexing and unflexing. It was so easy for her to forget all of the horrible things that Agnes hid underneath, and only see the good things-- and Gina wasn't thinking of Agnes's mutation. No, nothing close.

Agnes was all "scarred up", as she put it, and Gina knew-- inside and outside. And, for a moment, she even doubted herself. She didn't think that hooking Agnes up with someone would fix all of this, but... maybe, she was secretly hoping that it would help. Had she been so blinded by her own excitement of playing matchmaker, that she'd completely neglected her Agnes or her better interests? But God, where to start--? Agnes hadn't said much, and yet she'd said a lot too. It was a lot for a fifteen-year-old to muscle through, even if it wasn't her own inner dilemmas.

"I don't think there's a right way, Agnes," Gina said lamely, "I mean, I've never been on a romantic date before--" she cast a small smile, "And... I don't think feeling beautiful would come from a single date-- that's an internal thing. Scars or not--" she broke off, her tail curling lightly while she spoke, "--The right person will love you regardless."

Gina let herself smile, now, and she'd spoken with conviction. Just like the right guy would love Gina, even if she was often mistaken for a demon-- be he human or mutant, if he was the right one, he'd love her for who she was.

Gina let her gaze flicker over Agnes's face, rolling her lips contemplatively-- Gina had essentially arranged this entire thing. She'd played matchmaker, helped the Mystery Girl out with the date idea, and the date of the date, but... she hadn't really run anything by Agnes. In fact, Gina was beginning to realize that she'd essentially commandeered the whole thing.

"Agnes," Gina trailed, hesitant to even propose this idea, "I'm sorry that I got overzealous... I should have told you, first and foremost, that this is entirely up to you--" Gina chuckled apologetically. Over-zealous was an understatement. "--If you... you know, aren't ready to go on this date yet... I'm sure... I'm sure that your would understand "

Agnes attempted to hush Gina as she complimented how she was looking, her cheeks coloring shyly. Gina smiled smuggly, arching her brows as she tucked the eyemakeup back into the bag, now that she was finished with it. It was adorable how Agnes got all embarrassed over such simple compliments, but Gina didn't call her out on that-- because Gina did it, too.

"I call it as I see it," she said simply. readjusting the bag and looking at the counter. Now that Agnes's eyes, which were probably the most intensive part of the makeup process, were complete, everything else would be a breeze. Particularly seeing as Gina didn't have foundation, cconcealer, or powder.

>> “Oh, ugh... N-No, thank you. I don’t think I’ll need that.”

"O-kay!" Gina sang, clapping her hands. She didn't pick up on the sigh, for she wasn't looking at Agnes... she just assumed that her sister was exasperated with the lengthy education process, "In that case, all I've got is some blush and some lip-stuff--" By lip-stuff, Gina meant a couple of things, but lips were quick. Gina's fingers trailed absently over the assortment of makeup, seeking out precisely what she was looking for. She found it, a small compact of blush, and then rummaged into her bag for the rather large brush that accompanied it.

"This is blush," Gina announced. She didn't wear blush, as once again, it was something that was a bit skintone-specific. She was really just an eye-makeup and lips kind of girl, but happened to have blush that Constance had accidentally left with Ginas' things, and Gina had simply never given back, "It's just what it sounds like-- gives your cheeks some color."

Although Gina doubted Agnes would need any artificial cheek-coloring-- he cheeks were already luminously glowing on their own. As Gina turned to survey her sister, she caught the absent, maybe pensive or sorrowful look in her eyes, and Gina's grin faltered for a moment. She was having far too much fun, and Agnes... well, Agnes didn't look like she was having fun. Had Gina forgotten herself and gotten to wrapped pu in the makeover?

"Hey," Gina said, her voice adopting a gentle, inquiring tone, attempting to rouse her sister from her thoughts. Gina inclined her head, her smile shifting to something more subdued, "You okay? Talk to me."

Gina's tongue curled over her upper lip in focus, carefully and lightly outlining Agnes's upper lash-line. She did both eyes, without stabbing Agnes in the eyeball or smudging the eyeshadow, and gave her second instruction. Agnes lifted her gaze towards the cieling, as if uttering her final prayer before being subjected to some ancient torture.

>> “Please be careful.”

Gina smirked, her only reply being a simple, maternal, "Trust me."

Not "Don't worry," or "There's nothing to worry about." Agnes was already anxious enough, so it was counterintuitive to tell her to calm down... Gina didn't think that her older sister could calm down.

Agnes sat stock-still, as if Gina was holding a needle to her eye, and her eyelids fluttered slightly as Gina drew closer. It was a reflex-- something pointy was coming closer, so she almost blinked, but resisted. Gina carefully drew a line along her bottom set of eyelashes, She finished the lining the first eye, and announced it quietly, before moving onto the second. Gina was focused, but found time to mutter a faint reassurance or two in amidst all of this. She drew back, once done with the liner, and announced, "Congrats! You survived the eyeliner!"

>> “How does it look? Do I look silly?”

"I hope not," Gina huffed teasingly, puffing her cheeks out at the dazed-looking Agnes, "That would be an awful lot of work to make you look silly-" Lest Agnes wasn't in the mood for teasing, Gina smiled and sighed, "You're looking stellar, Agnes."

She paused, looking at Agnes' eyes speculatively, murmuring more to herself than to Agnes, "Yeah, I did well-- don't need to curl your lashes, because they're naturally curly... lucky break, because I've got curly lashes, and haven't got a curler-" Gina rose her tone, now addressing Agnes, "Do you want some mascara? They make your eyelashes thicker and longer, but yours already kinda are..."

Ooh, hunting.... Gina's got a bodyguard~! *giggles*

Sounds like a plan to me. I'll PM ya both when I'm ready!