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Post by daVinci on May 24, 2008 19:19:57 GMT -5
[[God..I dont..]]- Marie walked around the store aimlessly, the fabric and such so simple and so plain, and they say at this time they are technologically advanced? more than they ever have been? she found that hard to believe, she touched a silk patterned dress, she enjoyed the feel, as she scrutinized it,What purpose does this serve?. She hasn't to grasp the concept of a dress, even though she has bought several in attempts to figure them out. she picked up the dress from the wall, and began to once again walk around. touching the mannequins and studying the clothes, the jewelry. maybe i could take some and pawn it off on another planet for more than its worth? hmm... probably wouldn't work.
- She made her way around the store once more. before she finally came to the register. unsure of what to do, the technology was so primitive! she could hardly grasp it, it looked so simple. could there be a hidden meaning?
- "ummm hello? any one there?"
[[Understand!]]
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Post by Braeden ]] on May 24, 2008 19:57:48 GMT -5
xxx Braeden Gavyn Jovani-Easton
Phalanges traced the patterns absentmindedly upon the clothing fabrics. The denim of the jeans was scabrous, though seemingly comforting at the same time. I was running low on jeans, my last few pairs had gotten ripped through my transformations or feed stalking. I had about two good pairs, one in which I was wearing now. Below them upon my feet was an ebon and ivory pair of converse, red tainted shoelaces trimming them. I wore a plain white t-shirt on my sinew torso, tightly hugging my upper body. Each muscle of my figure was clearly seen through the taut thin garment, I might as well not even worn one. Shrugging languidly I locomoted through the brightly-lit room, sun reflecting off my magnanimous willowy. The shapeshifter part of me coming in handy during the day, this meant I could go out in sunlight unlike most vampires. However, when the light of day was directly filtered directly upon me my skin held a near glow. Nothing extremely conspicuous, it just seemingly made my physique, according through those whom had seen it, inhumanly attractive, as if it weren’t already. I hated to sound cocky though when I said that, I personally didn’t like the way I looked.
However awed reactions from numerous other females left me no other option then to view myself, willing or not, as handsome. An elongated sigh rattled my chords; I was finding nothing that caught my eye and my thoughts continually distracted me, vexing me. I turned and began moving to the next set of jeans though a propelling figure caught my eye. Her longer brown hair was draped over her shoulders casually, the familiar build, the skin tone. I could only see the back of her though, she hadn’t seen me standing behind the rather large stack of jeans. Brow began to rise off my facials as I watched her stand aside an empty register. The alien. I couldn’t help but allow a rather blatant chuckle to course my chords, perhaps my laugh had been a little too clamorous. However the scrutiny that was set upon her was intense, deep hazel oculus holding a near malicious hint, the unlike I held toward her at the moment was evident. As much as I inexpediented her though my amusement to the situation was unable to be hidden, she seemed too helpless. Had she not a clue to how these worked? Hell, I didn’t even know why she was standing there. There wasn’t someone at the counter; no cameras were within this place, shove them in you’re bag and run babe.
xxx Bring them home in body bags [440 words]
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Post by daVinci on May 24, 2008 20:40:55 GMT -5
[[[make me...]]]- She looked around, peering over her shoulders, back and forth. she couldn't see any body, last person she saw was at the counter titled Jewelry. she wandered back, her deep brown flip flops, clacking on the tiled floor, she didn't particularly like the color of the floor, it was white with black specks, it sort of made her mad.
there was no one at the counter... she mumbled under her breath "damn". she marched back, determined to find some one.
- No luck.
- "*#*^!^$&!)#)@". She let out a string of indetifiable cuss words. she struggled, pulling out something of her pocket, she slammed her money down on the glass of the counter, picked up her dress, and began to walk out, pocketing a wood bead bracelet, as she headed for the exit.
[[MAD]]
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Post by Braeden ]] on May 24, 2008 21:48:25 GMT -5
xxx Braeden Gavyn Jovani-Easton
Even as she looked around she was oblivious to my attendance, perhaps she was too frustrated. Ahh, how amusing it was to watch her get so easily vexed. I don’t even know why she bothered standing there, not like there was going to be anyone to stop her from walking out with the items. She stomped around, like a five year old throwing a fit; most likely in search of someone, and with no luck apparently. She reallocated back to the counter, retrieving s a wad of money and sitting it on the counter as she began to walk out. Brow inclined over my handsome facials as my lappets parted. I paused… did I really want to speak? Low snarl flooded my larynx as I thought back to last night, the night she had so surprisingly kissed me, and without my permission might I add. Lids tediously closed over my labrums, though they remained sealed for only a second. Right as they opened my scrutiny shifted throughout the encompassment, she and I were the only ones in the store. Nodding to myself inertly my lower ligaments sped forward and instantly I was moving ahead at a pace too quick that my physique was unable to be spotted. It was sort of like being invisible. I rushed passed the alien, my lappets parting to allow a low drown out word to escape almost as an echo around her. “Stupido.” Accented vocalizer hissed as I past her, nothing but the gust of wind I created through my accelerated passing her, whipping her trendils about, gave away my presence. However, just right outside of the store a few yards down sat a bench, and with no one around outside to see me I suddenly ceased my motions, resting upon the bench in a slight placid manner before the alien had even stepped out of the store. Ogling bore at the emporium entrance, waiting for her to appear. Surely she would see me from here… but was this requisited? Chasms bent into a glare, distaste flashing without them as my plump labrums pursed tightly, dentiles clenching rigorously.
xxx Bring them home in body bags [354 words]
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