“Who am I? I am Weiss Schnee, heiress of the Schnee Dust Corporation.” The eyepatched Weiss stated. She quickly stood back up and began dusting and flattening back down her skirt.
“Now just who do you think you are calling me a lookalike? If anything you’re out of your league to pretend to be me!” Weiss gave a simple look over her double. To say the least she Thought this person pulled her off pretty well but her pride kept her from speaking. If only she knew that this was another version of her.
“Excuse me? Don’t be ridiculous! I am Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee Dust Corporation,” she spoke through gritted teeth – losing her cool almost immediately, which was something that happened rarely. “You are an imposter. Admit it now, and I will not press charges,” the heiress pointed her finger towards her lookalike; she was rather displeased with the answer she’d been given. Weiss would never praise the other figure out-loud, but she did admit to herself that the lookalike did look strangely like her – albeit, the eye patch was not a good choice; it didn’t go with her outfit at all.
“So, which company do you work for? I mean I cannot blame them for wanting to pull off my look, but I cannot condone such behaviour. Daddy would not be pleased in the slightest,” a groan almost spilled out of her lips at the thought of her Father. No doubt that he would blame this on Weiss, saying she’d brought it on herself with her training.
(Source: frostress, via oneeyedweiss)
Weiss didn’t see the other as she was turning the corner and was unprepared for the impact. Her books are launched into the air with her falling to the ground. She winced in pain but it was quickly replaced with a look of anger.
“Watch where you are going yo-” Weiss couldn’t finish her sentence. Her eyes widened in shock at what stood in front of her. Another her.
“Huh?”
It took her a few seconds to realise that she’d been thrown onto the floor due to the impact of her colliding into another human being. She grumbled irately, already pushing herself up off the ground, not realising in the slightest as to who she was speaking to until she heard the familiar tone. Aqua hues widened in disbelief at the identical figure before her – unable for once to even articulate. “Wha—who are you?” she stumbled upon her words–a rare occurrence for the heiress. Of course, it was an imposter; they’d hired a lookalike now to be just like her. Of course they did, why wouldn’t they? Albeit she was quite annoyed with this and threw her hands on her hips in anger, “I do not approve of lookalikes. It’s quite strange; we do look quite alike, though.”
(Source: frostress, via oneeyedweiss)