Nicholas nodded his head to Diana, heading into his own room and closed it silently, yet completely, behind him. Turning to the closet, he pulled off his shirt, beginning to rummage through the suits of different colors. He chose a simple black tux, pulling it on, and accented it with a red bow tie. He turned to the mirror, eye his reflection, thoughts pouring into his mind. What approach should I for with the reporters, he thought, tying the bow tie.
I'm not mysterious or silent, that's for sure... I guess I'll just ask Diana. He knew that she was his opponent, and maybe she would give him bad advice, but she didn't seem like the type, so, Nicholas made his way out of his room, and was surprised to find Diana already dressed, and ready to go. And boy did she look pretty. He shook of the thoughts of that, and gave his smile. "So, what approach are you going for?" He said.
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Bridget watched Ian entered his compartment, and without hesitation, she entered hers. The sight of the moving land through the train window made her light headed, so Bridget walked over and closed the shades, quickly turning to the closet. Inside, she honestly couldn't believe her eyes. Dresses of every size, shape and color came into view. She remembered Ian's words, 'If you want to stand out better start now,' and an idea came to her mind.
A smirk came to her face. She searched quickly through the dresses, finding a strapless, florescent pink dress with a short cut off line, and a poof starting around the waist, casting a bubble a foot around her in all directions. A quick glance at the mirror nearly sent her gagging, but she was determined for this to work. Bridget grabbed a length of ribbon from the top of the make up table, and tied her hair up in it, leaving a nice big bow visible.
Bridget plopped herself down into the chair infront of the makeup and gazed her eyes upon all the different shades of colors. She picked up the brush, holding it in her hand awkwardly, and placed it into a light gold, picking some up. She spread it lightly over her eyelids, dropped the brush, and picked up a eyelash curler. What is this, she thought, turning it around in her hands, and after a few minutes of trying to use it to clip her nails, and trying to use it to plump her lips, she discovered what it was and curled her eyelashes, putting brown mascara on afterwards. And, to finish off the look, she took a light pink lipstick and put it on her lips, rubbing them together.
Bridget stood up and looked at her self in the mirror, realizing that she was missing something, but not sure what it is. Shoes! She pranced back over to the closet, grabbing a nice pair of white high heeled flip flops, and slipped them on, already feeling the points where blisters would occur. Then, grabbing the pearl bracelet that sat on her bed side table, the token she had snuck on, she walked to the door, twirling the handle to open it, but finding it jammed. She banged it with her hand, and finding no avail, she gave a small yell.
"Uh hello? Help?" She said, banging the door again. It was just jammed, she could tell, and it probably just needed a strong bang from the outside.