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Post by Jordan Ainsworth on Jun 8, 2008 22:00:54 GMT -5
TAG ;; open!
is that really you, could you be standing there? please send a perfect line to catch me in a lie and take me where Oh the mall - a perfect place to hang out randomly when you had nothing to do and always liked to wander around. Of course, the variety of stores both large and small was a plus - and besides, Jordan liked walking in and out after asking how much certain things were and not buying them. It was just funny, and it gave him something to do - plus, no one could say that he wasn't fashionable or up-to-date on styles. After all, he was educated and well-informed, and cultured, too - unlike a lot of people in this crazy town. Shaking his head, he pushed the reminder of the rivalries between the schools - the last thing he needed was a bad encounter.
Strolling casually along on the first floor of the mall, he checked out a few of the department stores like Bloomingdales and Macys and stuff like that, so that he could report back to his mother about sales, or even buy her a gift out of randomness, love, and affection. (He was dying to use his credit card for some extravagant purchase anyway.) Those stores obviously held nothing interesting for him and his everyday wear, but he did find a few nice shirts and stuff that he could wear at formal events, should he be at one in the future. Now he was on the escalator, moving on to floor number two, which meant more appealing stores.
His first stop was F.Y.E. - how could he ignore that place anyway? He was a music junkie, a true indie kid if there ever was one. Even if he mostly loved bands that weren't even signed yet, he still had his own favorites - Dave Matthews, Death Cab...things of that sort. Ironically he passed that section, picking up and glancing at their records in nostalgia of CDs in the age of the iPod - which he needed to update, he noted to himself.
Walking out without a purchase there - he would have to come back to check again later and use the sound kiosk when he was bored - he made it to the next store. Pacific Sunwear, yay! He pretty much looked like their model-slash-poster child - everything he was wearing at the moment was bought from there. Walking in, he casually started browsing around the store, looking at the new collection of hats and shades while noting a few girls gawking at him. He was used to it anyway - they worked here, and they obviously enjoyed his frequent visits to their store.
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Post by Isabella Parker on Jun 8, 2008 22:17:26 GMT -5
Bella had meant for this day to be relaxing. She had come to the mall with the intention of just strolling around and looking at all the pretty things. Unfortunately, these pretty things were mostly things she could not buy. Lately she had been very low on cash and was pretty much broke. She felt the ache where the hole in here pocket currently was. The girl had thought that this trip wouldn't be depressing, but oh how wrong she had been. Every store she entered held something she knew she wanted to buy. Especially the clothing stores. She knew she had a bit of a habit when it came to buying clothes. She couldn't help it though. She was a woman.
Exiting her third department store, a look of frustration and defeat was on her face. Maybe she could use that credit card that she knew she had. It was only for emergencies and her parents would surely kill her if they noticed that she had used up the limit buying silly things like extra clothing. They had never seen why she needed such a large wardrobe. They just didn't understand her.
Her dark eyes caught on a simple, yet cute dress that was displayed in a store window. She pulled a peice of hair into her hand and started twirling it subconsciously as she stared at the material. Frustrating could not even begin to describe it. The dress was so close that she could almost touch it, but she never would. She'd never be able to feel the fabric on her skin or look at her reflection while wearing it. Oh how sad.
Finally able to lift herself out ofthe trance, Bella continued on. Maybe she should just leave and spare herself the pain that was window shopping. She was sure her spirits would be lifted if she left this place. But, for some reason, she found herself entering another store. She didn't even look at the name, just wandered in, browsing the sections. She could try some things on, right? That wouldn't hurt. She could log away the information for future reference. Whenever she finally had a good amount of money to spend.
As she walked through the store, she was distracted by something on a plastic display. Oh now that would look cute with her blue ballet flats at home. It might not cost much. It wouldn't hurt to go take a look, maybe even try it on. Then she could make the proper decision. However, before she could even change her route, she slammed into a very solid something. Well, someone. Her shocked gaze snapped from the clothing to whomever it was she had just pretty much mowed over. She noticed that it was a boy about her age. One she had never seen before. A blush rose up on her cheeks as she stumbled out an apology. "I'm so sorry. I-I wasn't watching where I was going."
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Post by Jordan Ainsworth on Jun 9, 2008 18:44:16 GMT -5
Every single pair of sunglasses seemed to look similar to the ones he already owned, but he still tried a few of them on just for kicks. As he looked into the small mirror that served its purpose well in the last 5 or so minutes, Jordan made another mental note to himself - his hair was getting pretty long, covering his eyes a little too much than usual. But girls seemed to like the flipping-back motion that came with having long emo-cut hair, so maybe he'd keep it for a while. One of the blond-haired emo/scene wannabe salesgirls took it as a time to intercept him. "Hiiii, do you need help with anything? I'd be glad to assist," she said, obviously flirting - she was the guiltiest victim of all of the employees. Jordan could only smirk and follow-up with a wink. "I bet you would."
There was another girl standing on the other side of the rack, looking at the sunglasses that were made for girls. He kind of made a face at that moment - girls' sunglasses were always too big for their faces nowadays, and he firmly thought that they looked stupid and made you look fatter unless you had the right face. He clicked his tongue and shook his head in amusement, thinking of the irony of all of this. He thought most - if not all - of the people in this town were nuts, and they dressed a certain way even if they knew whatever they were wearing looked bad on them. Society and mainstream trends were so dumb...
His thoughts were interrupted by the impact of something hard against his side and back, and Jordan's stance wavered as he moved a little. "Ow..." Turning his head after hearing the apology, he smiled sheepishly as he saw the girl, looking clumsy and embarassed. He took off his hat and ruffled his own hair, making the layers and ends more apparent even in their dark shade. "No worries," he said simply, his hazel-brown eyes looking at her. He hadn't seen her before, so she must have been an out-of-towner or from the other school - and if she was from the other school, he hoped she wasn't as mean or bitchy as the preceding reputation of most of the people he'd met from there had let on...least, she didn't look like she'd be the same.
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Post by Isabella Parker on Jun 15, 2008 20:30:50 GMT -5
Bella tried to stay as far away from clothes that made her look bad. She tended to lean towards the ones that would flatter her figure and show off her curves. She hated the type that made her look too fat or too skinny. She saw many girls who wore something that did not flatter them. Oftentimes she felt like going up to them and saying something. Though, it wasn't her place to tell other people how to dress. She couldn't help it though, when she saw a someone wearing a pair of jeans so tight that their fat was positively bulging out. It just looked gross.
She almost held her breath as she waited for his reply. A wave of relief washed over her as he spoke. A small friendly smile made its way on her face while the blush began to fade. "Yeah. Um, I get a little spacey sometimes. I guess I should try to avoid that while I'm walking around." At least he wasn't mad or blaming her for attacking him or something. People these days were just so rude or angry. It was refreshing to meet someone who was possibly nice.
Something in her brain clicked and she realized that his accent sounded different. Maybe it had all been in her head. After all, he'd only said two words. She pulled a strand of hair forward and wondered if she should try to make small talk. Just to make up for running into him. She could try to be a bit friendly. Hopefully it wouldn't hurt. She surveyed his appearance and saw the most of his clothes looked very new. "You don't go to Lucy Madison, do you?" she asked. Probably not. Not many of the kids there could afford an entirely new outfit.
((Sorry it took so long. Went away where there was no internet.))
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