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[ALEXANDER JAMES COLBERT]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] my life would suck without you! The Words: 400 The Outfit: here The Notes open! Alex was in his natural habitat, sitting in one of the dressing rooms surrounded by rails of clothes in all styles and sizes. In the gaps between plays, he’d open up the costumes department and just work without interruption. All the fabric that the costumes department owned that could possibly be used were currently spread out on every flat surface, hanging on the back of every chair and even the floor was covered in lines of ribbons arranged with military like precision by fabric and colour. Only a small path was left in the changing room leading from the counter where he was working to the door so he could weave his way in and out. A pair of speakers was plugged in by the door, currently blasting Kelly Clarkson’s My Life Would Suck Without You and he sang while he worked, hips shaking as he moved between fabric samples before finally choosing a forest green velvet. Hard to work with but so worth it if he could just get it to match his scribbled chalk costume designs that were spread in front of him at the counter. At the minute he was sewing together a costume for a production of The Importance of Being Earnest. They were going with authentically 1890s style clothes, complete with shoulder pads, ankle length dresses and elaborate bodices. ”Guess this means you’re sorry, you’re standing at my door!” He hummed from around a mouthful of pins, consulting the measurements he had taken from the actresses the week before. He shrugged his blazer off, hanging it on the back of his chair as he dug through the sewing box to find a shade of green that would match the fabric. He knew they had one there- ah, there it was! Alex threaded a needle with practised ease, putting it to one side as he pinned the fabric together into a neat hem and laid it down on the board he had put out to cut out the shape of the bodice. It was only when he shimmied his way over to the speakers to hit pause so he wouldn’t get distracted when he was cutting it out because velvet was so expensive and they had to stay within their budget this year, that he realised he wasn’t alone. ”Oh, hey.” He grinned up at the newcomer, ”Didn’t expect to see you in here today.” created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[audreyvandergraaf]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2v1ndpe.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 200px; height: 500px;] hurt myself again today and there's no one else to blame oh be my friends hold me wrap me up unfold me i am small and needy warm me up and breathe me ouch I have lost myself again lost myself and I am nowhere to be found ►i have done it again It was around noon, and Audrey had just arrived at the theater, wincing as she put all of her weight into forcing open the entrance’s elaborate double-doors. The blonde took a moment to adjust to the room’s dim lighting, squinting as she carefully made her way down the carpeted center aisle. By the time she had approached the grand stage, the girl could hear Kelly Clarkson blasting from the dressing rooms. Typical Alexander. Ignoring the staircase, Audrey simply tossed her tote onto the stage, and jumped up shortly afterward; the ballerina was unusually limber, and despite her frail figure, she had quite the arsenal of athletic abilities. ”Alex?...” she called out, fully aware that her friend probably couldn’t hear her voice over the music blaring from his stereo. As instructed, Audrey arrived to the fitting in a snug leotard and tights, also bringing with her a fair amount of tulle, feathers, and a detailed black corset from a production she performed in last year. She had a lot of trust in Alexander’s costuming ability, in regards to both his creativity and his technical skill, and she was looking forward to working with him for the first time since winter break. The ballerina looked on casually as the other teen suddenly got up and shut off the music, turning toward her before offering a cheerful greeting, ”Oh, hey, didn’t expect to see you in here today.”

[/i] Audrey raised a dark brow, selecting a location on the floor where she could put down her bag without disrupting any of Alex’s progress. ”Very funny.” she mused, knowing that he must’ve been busying himself as he waited for her arrival; the two friends had agreed weeks ago that they would conduct a second fitting today, and Audrey was excited to see what the boy had come up with for her to wear.

”Alright, darling, I’m ready whenever you are.” The girl offered coyly, elongating her neck and standing in first position as she waited, her teeny ribs poking out through the thin fabric of her leotard. ”But if you could please avoid stabbing me with a pin this time, that would be great...” Audrey only joked, knowing fully well that Alexander knew exactly what he was doing; he was a trustworthy seamstress, and she was very confident that he would do a fabulous job.



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WORDS: 390 ,
LYRICS: SIA - BREATHE ME ,
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[ALEXANDER JAMES COLBERT]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] my life would suck without you! The Words: 700 The Outfit: here The Notes had to research how to make tutus lol Alex eyed up Audrey, pleased to see she had followed his instructions and worn a leotard and tights. It sped things up when people actually bothered to listen to him and he didn’t have to wait for them to change. ”Did you bring what I asked for?” He raised his eyebrows, clicking off the music to leave a sudden, almost deafening silence in its wake. He had designed a corset for Audrey last year and he was hoping to be able to use it again to save himself from having to sew together at least one corset since he had at least a dozen to make for the performance and The Importance of Being Earnest. He nodded in approval as she managed not to disrupt his work, unlike one ballerina that had casually thrown her bag into a pile of netting and had suffered a five minute long lecture for her troubles. ”Just give me one minute,” He turned back to the green velvet, his fingers almost lovingly sketching out the outline onto the fabric in a pale chalk that would wash off to leave no marks. He bit his lip as he worked, his entire face a mask of concentration. Every costume he made got his full focus, he would rather die than put some half-assed attempt out on stage. Once that was done, he paused to examine it before pushing the board to one corner where it would be out of the way. ”Alright.” He straightened up, turning back to face Audrey with a critical eye. His gaze lingered on her ribs, feeling a small stab of envy. Only that morning he had spent ten minutes in front of the mirror trying to see if he could count his ribs yet. Only the faint outline of his ribcage was visible but you could have played Audrey’s ribs like a xylophone. ”You twitched.” He said dismissively, ”I only stab those who move when I’m trying to work.” Alexander circled her, years of practise enabling him to begin to draw a rough draft of her measurements, each number causing a small stab of jealousy. If only he could be that tiny instead of completely fat. Alexander glanced in the mirror behind him, noting with a wince of disgust how his tight fitting Pink Floyd: The Wall t-shirt clung to his flabby stomach and his hideous hips. Soon, he told himself, already thinking of when he could slip out to purge again and cleanse himself of all that disgusting food. ”Show me the corset,” He snapped his fingers impatiently, walking back to the stereo to put on some Beyoncé at a quieter volume, hating the sound of silence while he worked. ”And the feathers.” With the music back on, he flicked through the rails of clothes to produce a beautiful black tutu. It had taken him literally weeks to sew in the feathers that flowed seamlessly from the waistband into the stiff netting, imitating perfectly the smooth curve of a swan’s neck where it meets their body. The uppermost layer of netting had dark jewels glued into it strategically placed to catch the stage lights and emphasis the dark make-up and headpiece that Audrey would be wearing. In total, he had hand-sewn thirteen layers of netting together (because it was always thirteen that they used in Paris), building it up as carefully as an architect planning a building with the softest layers of netting at the bottom, gradually increasing in stiffness. The bodice still needed embroidery work on it but the vague outline of the intricate design was clear. He beamed at Audrey, as proud as any father as he held it out to her. ”We’re fitting this one today, the white next week.” He gestured for her to go ahead and change, turning his attention back to the line of tutus hanging on the rails for the corps de ballet. Thankfully they had a stock of tutus for them and it was only Audrey’s costumes that required the most work, the rest simply needed to be feathered, jewelled and embroided rather than being built from scratch. One or two of the skirts were sagging somewhat though and he made a mental note to go through them all and check what ones needed the netting fixed. "Changed?" He called out impatiently, eager to see the product of his work. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[audreyvandergraaf]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2v1ndpe.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 200px; height: 500px;] hurt myself again today and there's no one else to blame oh be my friends hold me wrap me up unfold me i am small and needy warm me up and breathe me ouch I have lost myself again lost myself and I am nowhere to be found ►i have done it again ”Yeah, if by twitching you mean breathing…” the ballerina mumbled stubbornly under her breath, following Alexander’s series of commands as she delicately handed him both the corset and the feathers from her bag. The boy may have been pushy when he was in the dressing room, but this was Alex’s domain, and Audrey knew better than to question his artistry. The blonde waited patiently as her friend switched up the music to Queen Bey and watched as he began to rifle through the costume rack, her feet held gracefully in third position as she awaited further instruction. We’re fitting this one today, the white next week.”

[/i] Alexander attempted to state casually, although Audrey could tell he was absolutely thrilled with the costume’s outcome, and with good reason, the piece was absolutely gorgeous. Before the ballerina could even move to change, she gaped at the costume, enamored with the intricate detailing of the beadwork and the fluidity of the fabric of the bodice. ”This is…“ she was almost speechless, lovingly thumbing the netting of the skirt, ”the most stunning costume I’ve ever seen up close. It looks like it was shipped straight from the Kirov!”

The ballerina could feel her heart beating faster, overwhelmed with the garment’s beauty as she took Alexander’s handsome face into her delicate hands, planting an adoring peck right onto his cheek. ”I’ll be quick.” Audrey promised cheerfully, carefully grasping the wooden hanger and stepping away toward a costume rack, draping it across the horizontal beam. ”Don’t look!” the skinny blonde teased, obviously joking around. Virtually everyone involved with the performing arts was accustomed to having to change clothes at the drop of a hat, which was most likely in the company of the rest of the cast. Nudity was about as commonplace as homosexuality in the theater.

Thoughtlessly, Audrey slipped out of her leotard, the bones of her back pressing visibly against the thin outer layer of her skin; her body shifted like machination, shoulder blades meeting vertebrae. ”Yes, I’m changed.” the fragile girl retorted happily, slowly spinning around as she held the bodice up by its simple neckline, her clavicle protruding proudly as day as she walked toward Alexander. For the first time in awhile, Audrey felt absolutely beautiful; she may have looked like a skeleton swathed in black fabric, but as far as she was concerned, she was going to give Natalie Portman a run for her money.

”Pin me!” she decreed, dramatically tossing her hair back as she stood before her friend, her fingers hoisting up the garment, acting as the only obstruction between Alexander and a full frontal view of her breasts. The sixteen year old adored playing dress-up, and she was pretty sure that her friend felt the same way.

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TAGS: DRESS ME UP & TAKE ME OUT ,
WORDS: 440 ,
LYRICS: SIA - BREATHE ME ,
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[ALEXANDER JAMES COLBERT]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] my life would suck without you! The Words: 385 The Outfit: here The Notesso late, i'm so sorry! Alexander chose to ignore her comment, knowing he could get revenge on her with a tiny pin prick later. He took the corset, examining all of the seams to make sure that it was still held together properly. Corsets didn’t tend to last very long around here since they went through so much wear and tear, but this one seemed to be in fairly good condition. He’d have to tighten it again from the look of Audrey since she appeared to be getting skinnier by the minute. All of his work paid off though just to see the wonder on Audrey’s face and know that would be repeated across every face in the audience on opening night. He grinned smugly to himself, folding his arms. ”Well, I do my best…” Alexander said, doing his best to sound modest and failing. He deserved to feel proud of himself, alright? He bounced a little on the soles of his feet, excited to see it on her. A costume wasn’t truly a costume until it was brought to life on a model. ”I won’t look,” He rolled his eyes, huffing slightly as he turned away to examine the other tutus. He couldn’t resist glancing over his shoulders though; not to catch a peek of her naked body but to see how truly skinny she was. Alexander winced, watching the bones move under her skin and glancing down at his own body. God, he was fat. He fidgeted uncomfortably on his feet, no longer from impatience to see his costume but to purge his body. At her call, he turned back. Thankfully, he didn’t need to force a smile. One of the most magical things was seeing his costumes brought to life; he imagined that someday this would be how he felt when he saw his sketches being marched down the runway at the New York fashion shows. Anyone else may have noticed how thin Audrey was as a cause for worry but Alexander only saw it as an incentive. He grabbed his packet of pins, beginning to circle her. ”Hold still,” He ordered, resuming his former bossiness as a second nature. Alexander pulled the material together at the back, folding it over. ”Let go,” He told her, not caring in the least if her breasts were on view. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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