The trials of being a women ``cherry

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Rose fluttered all about the house pulling various pieces of clothing from the most unusual places. It seemed that in her and her daughter's home, lavish items of clothing found themselves almost everywhere, she thought, tugging a silky, silvery-pink chemise out from the cutlery drawer.

She knew that many of her co-workers would go cross-eyed with horror at the way she treated clothes. To many of them, clothes were precious, godly items which should be treasured and folded carefully and placed in individual little drawers for each type of attire and so on and so forth. However, Rosalind Morgan had simply never been very organised. She just had so many of them, it was far too much hassle to look after them. Of course, she would be relatively careful with her precious, expensive and most of all her vintage items...but the rest could all be easily replaced.

She flounced over to a floor-length gilded mirror as she tugged the piece of clothing over her very much bejewelled and sparkling brassiere. She then. tossed her bubblegum pink hair to fall down one side of her face, carefully selected the most exquisite of purple and blue butterfly hairclips and firmly secured it, before spraying it with a practised hand. There. Her hair was going nowhere today. Her make-up was already done to the extreme, so she carefully marked in two beauty spots for show.

"Cherry!" She called happily. "Cherry, come downstairs! Mummy's home all day, we can have fun!"

It was true she was rarely around for her daughter, and this was something that, on occasion, weighed heavily on even her carefree mind. So today, she had taken it upon herself to spend the entire day with her little girl.

But first, she was going to do her hair.

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OOC Comments//Tried to keep it short, kind of succeeded xD

[Allison]

Long, elegant shadows stretched across her room as the morning sun peaked in through the curtains. A groan sounded from under lush, silk threaded, pink sheets as a strand of light landed across her bed. Cherry slowly stretched before sitting up. Why did the sun have to be so bright? All she wanted to do was sleep in for once. Tediously she swiveled around and let her feet hang over her twin bed. The sound of her mother moving around about their house hold managed to make its way through her door. Gently the young ten year old sighed as she slipped into her slippers. She glanced at her unmade bed debating on whether to make it or not.

Probably should, she thought to herself. No little kid wanted to make their bed or at least not any of the ones she knew. For certain she knew she hated making her bed. Quickly she made her bed which still filled with wrinkles in the sheets and a few odd folds she hadn't meant to make. Oh well, lifelessly she walked across her room to open the curtains. She managed to pull one back before a wave of yellow light smacked her in the face causing her to squint and hide her face. After a minute or so her sleep ridden eyes adjusted to the large portion of light.

"Cherry!"

She stopped halfway to bookshelf as her mother called her name and she found herself checking the time. Odd, her mother was hardly ever home.

"Cherry, come downstairs! Mummy's home all day, we can have fun!"

Oh so it would be one of those days in which her mother was using her as an experiment. With a longing hope she glanced at her book case before walking to the door empty handed. She felt a stomach twist about as she walked down the stairs with her bed head and pajamas still on. So much for a day of elegant words and stories that released images into her young mind. She stopped at the base of the stairs as she spotted her mother. As usual she placed her arms behind her back with her fingers intertwined. "Yes mother?"

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Rose fiddled with the ends of her pink locks as she waited for her daughter to emerge, scanning for split ends with a practiced eye. Of course, she had none whatsoever. She smiled a happy smile, pleased with her own perfection.

"Cherry!" she called again, wondering what was taking her little redheaded daughter such a very long time.

Cherry appeared, looking sleepy and not entirely enthusiastic. Rose danced over to her daughter and kissed the top of her head, before tugging her over to try and sit her down in front of a mirror. She ran her fingers through her daughters red locks with a loving gaze. She had never had much love for her own red hair when she had been young, but she adored the bright auburn on Cherry.

"I think I might do something with braids today...or mybe a fishtail plait..." she mused. "I thought we could go out later, Cherry. Maybe shopping?" Her voice was vague, her brain was entirely focused on how she might sculpt the little girl's hair into something quite magnificent.

Carefully, she began to separate strands, clipping some to the side for later attention.

"How're you today, Cherry? Hm?" Here were her hairdressing instincts kicking in; it was always polite to talk to the client. "Been reading anything good lately? How's school?" Her practiced fingers began to neatly braid, her eyes intent and brain whirring.

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OOC Comments//Getting shorter I really like this character.

[Allison]

"Cherry!"

Halfway out of the door Cherry heard her name being called. Apparently she was to slow for her life filled mother. Ever so carefully she had picked up her pace while walking down the steps. She remembered falling down them one time when her mother was not home. It was terrible and now she was more careful about how she took each step. When she reached the bottom of the stairs her mother had danced over and given her a kiss on the head. She lifelessly followed her mother to the mirror. This was the only time her and her mother ever seemed to spend together. Most of her life her mother would go to wild parties or what ever any adult would.

Her mothers delicate but skilled fingers ran through straight hair. Honestly she was all ready bored so she sat there looking in the mirror counting her freckles. So many small, brown dots dappled her white complexion. Clearly she needed to get away from her books more often and play with the other ten year olds in the Capitol.


"I think I might do something with braids today...or maybe a fishtail plait..."

Cherry had no idea how a braid was any different than a fishtail plait. So as usual she just smiled at her mother's suggestion, besides her mother would probably do what ever she wanted if she suggested anything else.

"I thought we could go out later, Cherry. Maybe shopping?"

Certainly not on of her favorite past times but she wouldn't complain. Hopefully while out of the house she could get a new book considering how close she was to finishing the one in which she was indulged in. "That would be nice." She commented softly, almost afraid of her mothers reaction.

"How're you today, Cherry? Hm? Been reading anything good lately? How's school?"

The typical onslaught of questions bubbled from the stylist. Of course any stylist would ask questions while addressing someone's hair but it felt different coming from her own mother. The young, silent ten year old too in a deep breath while looking at the counter. She wanted to sit in silence, not have a full blown discussion with her mother. For a matter of fact she'd rather talk to a wall then her busy mother who rarely had time for her own daughter. "I'm fine mother." She answered the first question, now just two more to go. "I haven't read a bad book yet. The one I'm reading now is really good and I'm almost finished, sadly. School. We're learning a little about the rebellion and I don't like it." There, all three questions were answered and now she could sit in silence until the next bout of questions.