|Mariko Mimasaka (cuteheiress) wrote,|
@ 2015-10-13 10:21:00
|Entry tags:||character building, ooc|
Primadonna girl, yeah
1Sentence prompts Set Beta 1-25 Mariko Mimasaka
She does not merely walk from point A to point B, she walks as if she was being watched all the time. Like she's putting on a show, head held high, posture perfect, hips sashaying with every step, and eyes lingering on people just long enough to make them think she was noticing them but not enough to think she cared.
From an early age she is taught the Waltz between one Mariko and the next. The intelligent, analytical business woman in training is just a twirl from the dainty, demure naive girl, who is a glide away from the muggle school girl who is friends with her family's business partner's daughters.
First love is soft and sweet like souffles and cupcakes. Mariko's is no different. In second year she meets another girl at the lake, a Gryffindor, but neither of them care. They are both lonely and scared lttle ones in a big school, they intertwine pinkies and stare at each other with an innocent joy.
Saturday and Sunday were like walking on clouds, and Sunday night she fell asleep wishing for Monday to be the same. They had discussed it, walking together with pinkies hooked and daisies in their hair.
During her fourth year, when Mariko has come to terms with her sexuality she decides not to hide it. But worry sets in, and with it came pragmatism. She was going to own a company that spanned the United States and more, and any form of homosexuality was not widely accepted, it would hurt business and in her own way she would be a shameful failure like her brother.
Sewing was at first a chore as a child, until the joy of creating something took root in her, and suddenly there was lace at the end of all of her dresses, hidden pockets and frills on her sleeves.
When she was a toddler and her parents were away, her brother was her closest friend. He treated her like an adult, not a doll to be dressed up and force taught by tutors who wasn't allowed to play unattended. Then he threw his life and pride away, and now she can barely look him in the eyes. Not because it makes her sad--but because she doesn't want to look at him.
8(Whiskey and Rum)
A pink high heel nudges the empty bottles on the floor in disgust, a well manicured hand gesturing to the filthy body on the floor, "Pick him up, and put a blanket on the backseat, I don't want to sit where is body touches. Disgusting."
Upon seeing her love for the first time on Monday in the great hall, hope shining in her eyes, Mariko strides up to her with purpose and daisies. She had woken early to go pick them, but the girl turns away from her with disdainful comment about snakes and the girl's brother and his Quidditch buddies snicker. She had lost, and didn't even know there was a fight.
Her ideal wedding changes almost daily, sometimes she imagines it small and picturesque with sakura blossoms everywhere, love and adoration in her husband's eyes. Other times it's large and public, and her husband has the same hunger for success and love of the waltz as much as she.
As the only girl, and the family doll who was not originally supposed to be heir, Mariko's birthdays have always been an extravagant affair. Deserts from all over, boat rides and all the new dresses she could want for.
They call her a blessing. If she hadn't been able to take on the mamtle placed on her shoulders, if she had rejected the extra education, if she had not been beautiful and soft, what would have happened?
It's not that she's biased towards herself, confidence is the key in all things, and she works for her cuteness and beauty, spending more time and money on herself than most people appreciate.
There is a fire in Mariko she keeps hidden. A passion for one day having not just the tea shops, but pottery as well, a school maybe, fingers in all the pies. She would want for nothing, and no one would take it from her.
Her breathing quickens, pupils dialate as the boy a year her senior pushes her against the wall and kisses her deeply. She acts like it's not her first kiss or at least tries to, she had talked a big talk, nuzzling his ear and leaning her chest against his back seductively. Now she had to try and live up to it.
Hands clench tightly together, fingers intertwine and knuckles turning white, how dare she, she thought, face reddening with words unsaid, her temper close to snapping, "Look at you, spewing such vile from your ugly mouth. Is this why your mother left? Didn't want trash of a daughter who can't keep her legs shut or stay in class. Guess the former makes the latter pointless doesn't it? Other ways to pass school?" The words are biting, and part of what she said were theories put together from he said she saw rumors, but it was enough.
They thought her to be 'high-maintenance' but she wasn't really. That implied she needed to be showered with gifts and affirmation of her worth, and she had all the money and belief in herself she ever needed.
Chubby cheeked toddler Mariko ran after the balloon with glee and excitement, there were dozens, but she wanted that one. It floated too high and she couldn't reach it, and ever so dramatic even then she let out a shriek to pierce glass.
The boy, another heir to another old family flew up to her balcony on a broom, and acted like he didn't notice her glaring at him for trying to look up her skir, "Mariko-chan! It's safe! C'mon let loose!" But she shakes her head for what seems like the 10th time, absolutely not was she trusting her life to a boy who...Well a boy at all!
She likes boys, she really truly does. Long haired, strong armed and deep voiced, these things make fantasies flit through her head like old film reels. But for the life of her, the smell the so often emitted made her question if they were worth it. She could never be a Quidditch groupie, the fact that she had dignity aside, the sweat smell would be enough to make her vomit, and that would ruin her lipstick.
A sigh, a pout that overcome her whole face and a dramatic flop of her arms shouted to the world without words I am bored out of my ever loving mind! but Mariko, never settling for a theatrical and grandiose gesture when words could provide further embelishment added, "I am bored out of my ever loving mind!"
Mariko's play dates were always strictly supervised, even when she goes home for holdays this is true. Touching was not done, no innuendos and definitely no flirting, even if it was someone her parents thought was a good match. So now she enjoys touching people, even if inapproriately, and delights in flirting and scandalous(though not vulgar) jokes and innuendos.
At the beginning of her sixth year, Mariko decides to stop dating. Sixth and Seventh year is the time when long term couples really begin forming, and Mariko has high standards, while seeing no reason to needlessly break any hearts. She asks herself who would be the most benefit for her and decides; someone who adores her, while also loves the waltz just like she, and doesn't blame her for it. It's all Mariko, each one of the dancers.
Her parents and her have never truly had a fight, they have had battles of will, and it is almost a silent declaration of victory for a certain side. She gave them an ultimatum that resulted in her attending her desired school, but they have won their own battles as well. Quiet sentences, and subtle words that mean other things float through the Mimasaka halls with the incense or a slow poison.
Even though Mariko never properly dates girls, she does have flirtationships and she discovers something beautiful about being a girl; straight girls can flirt with girls. It is not looked down upon, and girls don't usually feel threatened by other girls, it really comes almost naturally to flirt with their own sex. She's pretty sure most don't suspect, and if they do they haven't said anything to her. It's not the cuddling, nuzzling and caressing of soft skin that she really wants, but she takes what she can get.
A/N: #21 is inspired by a quote from one of Gail Carriger's books.