Honey (Brittie)

"Hm..." Brittany frowned at her bag, her locker door hanging open while the considerable mess inside would make it hard to differentiate stuff, from a hairbrush to a piece of cloth, from her notebooks to a pair of shoes. They say the bag (and the closet!) of a woman is a portal to an alternate dimension, or a land of nobody, and the saying is very much true to Brittany. In the end, whatever she was searching would remain lost, as she gave up, slamming the locker door with a sigh. It was fruitless, and she was on a hurry to head for her practice anyway. At least for now, she was prepared enough to not go the meeting place for the rehearsal without actually being dressed properly like a cheerleader. "Outfit set, pompoms in hands and it's go time!"

It would be a regular, very common day of her life, but even Brittany, distracted to make her way to the gym, wasn't completely unaware that something, or rather, someone attracted enough attention to cause a small commotion in the hallways. The person even passed through her, probably too absorbed in whatever lied in their thoughts to notice Brittany's presence. But Brittany noticed them. The dress was a bit deceiving, taking in account the image she registered from their first and so far only meeting, and the..."thing" the person carried on their back was not something she had seen before, but she recognized the "celebrity" very well.

"HEY MARIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAA!", she yelled cheerfully, quickly  darting off between so many people to reach the other young lady. Once she did (which wasn't truly a hard endeavor considering her athletic prowess), Wilson offered her a bright smile and a few amused glances, though she was genuinely happy to see her familiar face around. "How are you, babygurl? You look so....vintage?" Was that a good adjective to classify her attire? If anything, nun dresses were pretty modest and bland for her. The shorter, the better.

"You think so?", she squealed, in what could be considered a childish display of happiness for the compliment just received. "Oh yeah, I am. Like, I was getting ready to head to the field for the training. We have to, you know, practice all and all over again the same choreography, and sometimes the leader pulls some new moves out of nowhere, you know? So we have to start all over again and adapt what we already know to a new routine, bla bla bla. It's a bit tiring, but I love it. Hey, you should definitely see one of our presentations some day, you'll love it! Specially if I'm the one starring!" She winked playfully to Maria; despite Maria perhaps not being too fond of the cheerleader's rather expansive nature, Brittany appreciated her company, out of pure gratitude for the previous assistance in a desperation moment. Perhaps to Maria it was something quite simple.

"A church? That's so cool! I never knew someone who actually worked at one. I mean, I did, but well, that was loooong ago, nevermind that", she trailed off a bit, leaving things hinted for she wasn't truly comfortable with talking about her past. Not even if asked, and even if Maria intended to ask something, Brittany's eyes focused on the mysterious...object the girl seemed to be carrying on her back. Was that what she thought it was...? It had to be. But isn't that a bit too big, even for an instrument? Maria was quite a strong enough girl if she was able to walk around in such impractical attire carrying such heavy object. Surprising and exciting! "Ooooh, that's a guitar case right there, isn't it? I didn't know you were the kind to play a guitar! I mean, you tooootally have the looks of someone who's a musical person! I can see you playing a violin, piano, flute, these classy instruments, you know? Or rather, harp! Oh my Gosh, harp is so-totally-your-style! But a guitar? You go, girl!"

"Mhm! At the gym. Usually we do it when a game is about to start, so we, like, cheer on them so the athletes can actually have a good match. Sometimes it work, sometimes it doesn't, but the intention is what counts, right? At least the audience enjoys it! Oooh, next time we have something scheduled for an event, I'll warn you! Do stay tuned, you'll get to see moi in action!" She gave a wide grin to Maria, excited about the possibility. Then, her expression turned into a very emphatic demonstration of surprise, wide eyes and dropping jaw, when Maria confirmed she had some degree of skill in musicianship. Brittany may not be too knowledgeable about certain environments, but she knew very well some children are taught how to play an instrument since an early age, enough time to develop some proficiency in this ability and get some recognition. If Maria was invited to play, she must have attracted some attention with her skills, that's for sure, and now she has just earned the cheerleader's admiration. "No! Way! I can't believe I missed it! It'd be so cool to watch you play, why you haven't told me yesterday? Oh right, I wasn't at school all morning, had to leave quickly for my job and we probably met when it was way over no? Yeah, that must be it. Anyway, don't be modest, girl, I'm sure you must be, like, so talented at it if the Academy even hosted an event for some students to play their stuff! But I won't lie, it's a bit of a let down that I haven't seen it advertised anywhere..." She frowned, looking a bit down at her own lack of attention to her surroundings. Of course she had a busy day and some matters occupied most of her attention but come on, an event like that should be known in a large scale, at least inside the Academy. And no one was commenting anything about it at all! "You know, I always wanted to play an instrument. Like the flute! I know flute is not as classy as piano or harp, and is not as cool as your guitar, but it has its charm. Like, add some flavor to a show when you dance and play the flute at the same time!"

"Hm? Oh. I work part-time at a model agency. Part-time because, duh, I'm still a student, I can't be there all day, and I also have the training sessions, I really don't have much time for the agency as I should", she chuckled a bit. As someone who has been living alone for a while, she had to have a job to pay her bills, that was an obvious conclusion to anyone. Of course Maria wouldn't know this. "I have signed up not too long, a few years ago, so I'm new, but no so new..." A smile bloomed on her face, but there was something a bit odd about the underlines in the smile, the way her lips curled into forming one wasn't the usual display of cheerfulness and energy. "There was once this time I was hired for advertising for a new perfume released. You know, those based on the seven deadly sins! Mine was Lust, I think I even have the poster on my phone, but I don't think it is something a nun should see!" Brittany laughed wholeheartedly, leaving things as it is. Probably Maria would understand what she was probably referring to, and chances are she has seen it already in some outdoors if she was around long enough the time said set of seven perfumes were distributed to the public.

...alright, she didn't truly mean for Maria to get awkward and flustered over a single advertisement, but she also couldn't deny the sight was rather adorable enough for her to squeal. And laughable enough, but Brittany knew better than to make fun of someone's public embarrassment. Maria was too much of a nice girl, she definitely didn't deserve to fall victim of Brit's occasional mischievousness. To be frank, Brittany wasn't conscious that her attitude and speech were making Maria uncomfortable though she was perfectly aware her personality was diametrically opposite to her. In the girl's simplistic mind, she was merely narrating her past experiences and making a small talk to someone whose company she appreciated, going as far as to make humorous remarks here and there to engage in conversations because, to her, Maria was the quiet, shy type until she had enough intimacy with someone. So, naturally, all she had to do was be talkative and keep engaging in more conversations to make her feel at ease around her. Simple, isn't it? "Awww, that's so nice of you, thanks! You know, I didn't really enjoy it. Like, Lust? Do I look like Lust is my sin? And Gosh, it was so cold at the studio back then! I had to stand half-naked while posing for the photos, and cover some parts with my hands. Oh, and there was this snake they put around my neck, because Lust is totally related to the biblical tale of Eve and the Satan Snake. You work for a Church, so you know what I mean. Like, o-kay, that was such a very creative reference for an add-on, but do you know what it's like to have a snake rubbing against your skin? It's sooo totally scary! And besides...if I were to pick my Sin, I'd choose Gluttony 100% sure! ...wait, I won't go to Hell because of that, will I? I wasn't my fault, I'm completely innocent!"

"...oh, that was a joke! Because, you know, we don't get to fully enjoy what we'd like to eat because, duh, model job and stuff. I have to keep a track on the calories I ingest and the like, I can't just go eating whatever I want. I mean, I can, but I'm not allowed to! You don't know how tiring it is and the things some girls do to trick the hunger and keep in line. Oh, you don't wanna know that. Urgh, sometimes I just wish I had a Big Mac in front of me. Actually, no, two Big Macs!" She showed two things delicately to Maria before giggling like a naughty child. Perhaps now the gluttony humorous banter would be clearer for her? That's not something she should confess out in the open, but well, there isn't any employee from her agency or someone who could qualify as her superior around to reprimand her for the blatant display of lack of full commitment to her career. "Oh, you said you were going somewhere, right? Am I, like, interrupting you?"

Brittany blinked a few times, glancing at Maria weirdly. It was pretty obvious what she was referring to, if you're aware of how cruel the model universe can be and how hard the expectations are on the female models to keep their bodies in line, the thinnest possible. There are often news released to the press about the increasing anorexia statistics opposing the beauty standards and all that jazz. Perhaps Maria, as a nun, wasn't truly aware of that fact. "...erm...you know...vomiting? Some girls do that after they eat, they self-induce vomit with a finger on their throat? That's not something you should do, like, ever! It ruins your stomach!" It was a bit weird seeing someone show interest in this kind of topic. It's one thing to be curious and request explanations, even though the information was really no secret; on the contrary, the practice of self-inducing vomiting was sort of wide knowledge. But being...interested? Maria didn't need that. Unless her interest was anthropological, only. Yeah, that must be it, and so Brittany decided to not worry about it. "Oh, sure! Here, let me get you my number. Actually, let me find my cellphone first. You know how it's inside a woman's purse", she laughed a bit, before opening said bag and, within some time of wait, finding her cellphone, finally, that was under books, clothes, cases and the like. The exchange of numbers would occur soon as Maria found her cellphone. The mutual decision was probably for the best. Brittany could remain chatting all day, but Maria had her obligations to attend to, and Brit herself was needed elsewhere.