"What the hell," she thought. "Why not?" Her lithe figure moved from the bed to the little vanity stand she kept all of her barely-used makeup on. Her pale fingers reached out and grabbed a tube of eyeliner she'd gotten for Christmas and swiftly opened it. Her long, dark lashes vanished the need for makeup as they made her eyes look already made up and cat-eyed, but it was late and she wanted to experiment a little. She lined her large, almond-shaped cobalt-blue eyes differently, one thin and hardly noticeable, the other thick and reminiscent of heavy, dark eyeshadow. As she lifted the bristles to shape one of her eyes better, she knocked into her nose accidentally, the muted shape of her cupid's bow stretching into a small, surprised smile and her unarched eyebrows rose into a curve. She pushed a hand through her chocolate fringe and held it back from her forehead, rubbing the black paint from her freckled nose.