[h2]Ready to Rave [/h2] [h3]China Doll, Evening, Greenleaf Day 2[/h3] OOC: JP between [@Winters], [@MK Blitzen] [@Yule] [table] [row][cell][/cell][cell][/cell][cell][/cell][/row] [row][cell][center][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5281577][img] https://i.imgur.com/1CPW58D.png [/img][/url][/center] [/cell] [cell][center][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5281574][img] https://i.imgur.com/T64wNiT.png [/img][/url][/center][/cell] [cell][center][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5281589][img] https://i.imgur.com/66r372Q.png [/img][/url][/center][/cell][/row] [/table][hr] [hider= Get Ready] [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hDRukw3T8Pg[/youtube] [/hider] Mathais was always digging to the bottom of his dresser which really was just a set of milk crates stacked in a corner. Scattered around were various outfits and random clothing and he was only just digging into the 'Party' clothing. He pulled out a pair of leather pants, frowned, making a face and tossed it aside. Like hell he was wearing anything leather in the freaking Jungle! He was shooting for airey and comfortable! Not lose half his weight from sweating! Mathais continues to dig, putting out a net shirt. He seriously considered it and put it in the maybe pile. The makeshift curtain that separated a portion of the shuttle pulled back to reveal Isaac in a shiny, brightly colored pleather outfit. He posed proudly as he looked for feedback. "So...what do ya think?" He shifted between a couple of stances as he pulled up the pleather hoodie and gave an exaggerated supermodel pout. Mathias had a devilish grin spread on his face. "It's perfect." Emphasizing with a pair of thumbs up. Isaac opened his arms as if to say "I know, right?" “You know it’s still hot, oweh?” Cyd asked, looking up from her datapad. “You’re going to be lank chafe ten minutes in.” "That's generous." Mathis muttered. "Pssh!" Isaac scoffed. "Y'all just reek of jealousy." He said as he wrinkled his nose. He walked up to his brother, his face about chest height, leaned in and gave a few sniffs. "Yup," he looked up, "jealous." He added as he gave a poke to Mathias's chest that shifted into a mime of an explosion with his hands as he backed away mouthing "Boom!" Mathias looked to his sister. "Imma let nature take its course. You know, like a documentary." Cyd was a little softer with her approach and made a note to pack a little baby powder for the inevitable. It was so much easier when she would just set out his clothes for the day. "I feel like I should bring our emergency kit … but then he won't learn." Mathis said looking truly conflicted. Isaac couldn't be bothered to listen to his siblings' sidebar. He was too busy admiring himself in the mirror, trying out different poses and pouts that in his mind were guaranteed to break hearts. "Sorry to disappoint, ladies," he muttered to himself in his little one man roleplay, "but this one's taken." Just because he was unavailable didn't mean he didn't relish in the attention. Cyd shot a side glance to her brother, preening himself in the mirror, thinking heat stroke may have set in early. s “You want me to paint your face up, Lo lo?” She held up an eyeliner pen and some neon grease make-up. "Cool!" The offer pulled Isaac's attention away from his imaginary fans as he trotted over to his sister. He spun a chair nearby backwards and straddled it, leaning his arms against the top of the back. He then rested his chin on his arms giving Cyd a steady canvas on which she could work. “What’ll it be? Dayglo dragon? Clockwork Orange? Dealer’s Choice?” She asked, dabbing a sponge into the paint. “Something that says sorry bunnies, I’m spoken for, “ she snapped her fingers, and stepped to his left. “Right side single, left… you’re spoken for, oweh? Yobo, you’re up next.” She dabbed the white paint onto half of his face, and with the fine tipped brush, she outlined half of a sugar skull, dabbing orange, green and blue in the mix around his eye. "Should I get the lasso? Tie him down while you finish?" Mathias chuckled and he laughed at their makeshift table as Issac squirmed away. Cyd worked quickly, Isaac wasn’t known for his patience or for sitting still, and after about 20 minutes, he managed to escape with only one small spot smudged before she had the chance to spray it to keep in place. The moment Cyd finished, Isaac was already moving to hop out of the chair and admire her handiwork in the mirror. "Lekker!" He gave his approval in an awed exhale as he craned his head and neck in all different angles to get a better look at his sister's design. "Who knew all this time all we needed was a mirror to keep him entertained." Mathias snarked while watching his baby brother preen himself. “It’s a fact like a cow,” Cyd agreed, patting the stool for Mathias next. “Yobo, sit.” "Do I have to? I'll just get all sweaty and it'll smear and get messed up …" Mathias said in what might have sounded like a whine. “Nobody goes to just blend in,” she reminded her sib. Mathias groaned and Ultimately relented. “Fiiiiinnnnnnne.” He said draggin himself to the mercy of his sister. “Should I get the lasso?” Cyd teased. “Phss … like you could catch me, Beep beep …” Mathias snickered. "He's more the 'leash' type anyway." Isaac chimed in, still admiring himself in the mirror. He was trying to decide if he looked more awesome hood up or hood down as he checked over and over again. “Only if she’s very pretty and the safe word is ‘Keep Going’.” Mathias winked at his little brother. “Aikona,” Cyd chastised, flicking her brother on the forehead before applying a hefty amount of eyeliner to his left eye. Before long, he had a dream catcher surrounding one eye down to his cheek. “Close,” She ordered before hitting him with a hefty dose of setting spray. Standing back to admire her work, she gave a smile as her seal of approval. Just his outfit remained. “You should wear mesh,” she decided. “I knew you were going to say that.” Mathias smirked cracking an eye open after she was done. Cyd [i]would[/i] have said it was [i]twintuition[/i] , but Mathias never would have let her live it down. Isaac bounced back over to his sibs and leaned on Mathias's shoulder to inspect Cyd's art. He pursed his lips as if in deep consideration and gave a small nod. "Nice." He complemented. What he really meant was [i]Glad it's not better than mine[/i]. "What can I say Cyd missed her calling as an artist. Could be doing an entire art gallery of elaborate body paint on naked men and women." "Yeah," Isaac agreed, "artists are weirdos like that." “Coulda, woulda, still might,” Cyd said playfully, liking the idea of that. She tossed a dry make-up sponge at Isaac. “Depends on how good the night goes.” "With the way Isaac's dressed? Probably end the night with him getting hooked up to a saline bag." Mathis said getting up to put on the net shirt Cyd recommended. “Still wouldn’t be the worst rave we’ve been to,” Cyd answered with a chuckle. "Jungle rave? I admit I'm curious how they do. Gotta be some really interesting party favors." Mathias mused with a broad grin. "Five creds there'll be a naked chick with a snake." Isaac added with a smirk before pausing. "Too obvious?" He added, laughing. “Seen it on Santos,” Cyd reminded him. "Hmm … Santos." Mathias said fondly. “Let me go get painted up,” Cyd said, fixing her hair into a loose ponytail, “then we’ll go make some bad decisions and good memories, oweh?” "That should be our family motto." The eldest Skye mused.