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Post by roslyn chavelle on May 27, 2010 13:24:02 GMT -5
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A day of shopping always did a soul good. Yesterday was rough and she felt the only way she'd get better was a shopping trip. Already she completed three stages: watching sappy movies, eating ice cream, and cuddling with her favorite teddy bear. Her appearance today looked a tad rougher than most other days, but before she went anywhere, she always prepped herself. She looked all right, to her standards. Looking cute wasn't the priority today and she flippantly walked out of her house where a cat also called its home there, and went out on the streets of Ravmorte. Roslyn strutted down the roads like they were the catwalk; her hand sung dramatically back and fourth and her large purse hung by her side.
She entered the large mall where people were already bustling around. A smile etched itself across her lips; a sudden excitement pulsed through her veins. A mall this large always helped. "Let's see," she mumbled to herself, "the candy store or the clothes department?" She rationalized both options out. In an act of not wanting the candy to melt, she stuck with the clothes department first. With three stories of stores to choose from, where would she go first?
A hand ran through her loose and wavy hair, trying to unmat it from sleeping on it throughout the day. At least her job didn't demand her to come in. Normally Roslyn would have called a friend to come along, but she didn't feel like talking very much, but instead catering to her own wants and desires. Her eyes scanned the halls decorated with a plethora of people. Her focus remained on weaving her way through without ticking someone off. Unfortunately her large purse never helped things and she found herself apologizing more than she liked. That was, until, she forgot it all and pushed her way through the maze of people.
One store after another, she spent the money she earned from working and returned out with six bags, some filled with jewelry and others with cute dresses and outfits in general. A hard day's work finally completed. Roslyn told herself she felt much better. Just one of those crappy days everyone had once in awhile. A pleased look creased her face and she went happily and somewhat sluggishly down to the second floor again. Her legs felt weak after all that walking and running and seeing a nearby bench, Roslyn plopped down ungracefully.
"Well I got many cute things. Can't wait to show them off," she said to herself. Talking to herself helped her immensly during these trying times. "Which one to wear first . . ." She shrugged and waved a hand at the thought. Why ruin the fun of the hard decisions? She'd deal with that when she went home, that was an entire step of the process. "Now to just find some sweets." Nearby was a chocolate store, but being a werewolf, Roslyn found herself allergic to chocolate and refused to touch it after that one incident of throwing it all up plus more. The memory lingered in her mind until she pushed it away. "Nasty stuff," she muttered, glaring at the chocolate store as a culprit for her misfortunes.
COUNT: ~
INSPIRATION: pretty good
NOTES: ~
CREDIT: La Roux & me
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Post by teagan williams on May 27, 2010 15:47:07 GMT -5
 
So if it's just tonight,
The animal inside,
Let it live and die.[/color] Six long years. Such a span of time would cause some to jump to memories of the past where laughter and smiles were brought out in all their glory. However, for some people the memory of particular anniversaries were far to painful to smile their way through. A simple nod to those who brought it up was an easy form of admitting to the remembrance. Perhaps a more formal writing of words was called for in the situation but to a teenager, running was the answer to everything. At least it was to this sixteen year old.
Teagan’s mind continued to wander as she continued to walk down the sidewalk of a busy street leading to the mall. She was moving at a swift, graceful pace that almost looked as if she was dancing down the sidewalk. Of course all those years of dance lessons and running for fun helped elongate her movements. The newly paved sidewalk ended as it met a street she had to cross in order to reach her destination. With one quick glance both ways, Tee made her way across the active main drag and over to the mall’s side entrance.
Cool air brushed against her face while blowing some of her now light brown curly hair into her eyes. Annoyance filled her veins as she wrestled her hair back into place while winding around clothes wracks and people who seemed to walk at a negative mile an hour speed. Forever Twenty-One, one of Teagan’s favorite stores, called her name softly through the hoards of people moving slowly like cattle off to slaughter. She couldn’t help but ask herself why she decided to visit the mall when masses of people were also there. To say she was one to avoid crowds was a complete understatement.
An hour later and one bright yellow bag later, Teagan emerged from the store almost empty handed. Sure she found a cute skirt and a pair of bright red stiletto heals, but nothing made her feel any better. Maybe she wasn’t supposed to feel better on the anniversary of her parents’ death. Her bright hazel eyes scanned the mobs for a place to sit where she could figure out what to do next. A bench was coming up to her left where a single girl sat talking to herself. To others this would seem rather strange but to her, nothing was found strange anymore.
“Do you mind if I sit here?” Teagan asked in a quiet voice while flashing a bright yet hopeful smile.
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Post by roslyn chavelle on May 27, 2010 18:39:26 GMT -5
I DON'T LIKE THE TASTE OF THEIR MORALITY [/b][/center]
Roslyn placed all of her bags on the floor around her and relished the rest her legs received. She tilted her neck back and looked up at the ceiling that went far too high for her to even notice any details. For now she just sat in her own little world, trying to find some silence in the forever bustling mall. Today was good; she had gotten a lot and it made her feel quite a bit better. Just look at all the cute stuff! And for good prices too. Roslyn felt content and it showed in her demeanor, now slumped a little over, focusing on nothing really just in her own little daze.
All the sounds evaporated into their own vacuums and she was left sitting there alone, resting. That was until a voice suddenly broke her out of her trance, causing Roslyn to jump a little. She gave the girl a bewildered look until she finally comprehended the question. Smoothing over her features, she nodded. "Of course, of course, sit down," she replied warmly, patting the seat next to her. "Sorry you just scared me there. Caught me drifting off into my own little world." Like the drama major she wanted to be, she made a dramatic hand gesture at the mention of another world and laughed along with it.
"Shopping makes me exhausted, but I love to shop." She noticed there was nothing in the girl's hands. "Not bought anything yet?" In all of the mall's stores, how could someone not buy anything? Her bags read The Limited, Buckle, Miss Me, Bliss, and then there were just general bags from those stores that held jewelry or the two pairs of shoes she also purchased. Roslyn flipped her hair back and looked at her newly found companion. "Well I'm Roslyn, sorry for not introducing myself sooner."
Roslyn knew that smell very easily and picked up on it right away. So this girl was a werewolf was she? All the better. Whenever she ran into another of her kind, Roslyn always felt a sense of familiarity with them, even if she had never laid eyes upon them before. And in her memories, she never recalled meeting or seeing this girl. Ravmorte covered an expanse area with plenty of residents to fill up that space. A sigh escaped and she leaned back further against the bench. "Not a very comfortable thing when you're trying to relax," she mumbled lightly. "But I'll take it I guess. Still got one more store to hit. I have a candy addiction." And Roslyn would not leave without hitting that candy store. She needed something sweet, everything sweet she once had in her house was now all gone, gone from last night and her splurging. Might as well restock while she was here for another rainy, gloomy, horrible night.
Her gaze landed once more on Teagan. Roslyn rarely observed people, but she noticed this girl to be a little more . . . reserved maybe? She didn't really know how to describe her really, but she appeared a little more meek than the average flamboyant teenager strutting down the hallways.
COUNT: ~
INSPIRATION: pretty good
NOTES: ~
CREDIT: La Roux & me
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Post by teagan williams on May 27, 2010 19:49:05 GMT -5
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Post by roslyn chavelle on May 27, 2010 22:51:09 GMT -5
I DON'T LIKE THE TASTE OF THEIR MORALITY [/b][/center]
Roslyn smiled at the girl. Yes, yes, she already liked her, and coming from Roslyn who went on rampages about today's youth (although ironically she was considered the youth too) she decided that she could break ties with the side she so valiantly defended. "Oh don't apologize, it wasn't your fault by any means." Roslyn never apologized for things, even if it was her fault. And something as simple as this, well the girl looked so gosh darn sweet even if she needed to apologize for something Roslyn wouldn't let her. This was already a much better encounter than the last one that occurred at a nearby coffee shop.
"That's it? That's nothing." She sat there, astounded. "Out of all of these shops in this three story mall, you only have one bag with two things in it." Although Roslyn liked the girl's style and nodded eventually. "At least you got cute things. Love the heels," she replied. Oh Roslyn adored heels; there were plenty in her closet, ranging from the brightest of yellows to the blackest of blacks. Needless to say, she approved and let the girl have her own opinions about being more nature-oriented rather than hoarding materials. There might be some truth to that, but Roslyn didn't think she wanted to hear it, not when she had about six bags sitting on the floor around her.
"Very nice to meet you, Teagan! Lovely name." Names gave people personality, she thought. Roslyn fixed her hair again; the hairspray just didn't want to work under these conditions, which baffled her but he merely accepted it in an act of reluctance and annoyance. "Tsk tsk," she responded, looking at the bags, "you never learned to shop. But that's all right." Mama just never taught her. Money always helped, sure, but Roslyn almost felt compelled to teach the girl a little something when there was a mall, three stories high, sitting there at their disposal.
"Well I guess. I mean it's sort of hot outside, but it would be much less stuffy than here. . ." She assumed this Teagan girl wasn't kidding when she said she was more nature oriented. With a shrug she heaved a sigh. "My feet hurt, but trust me, it's all worth it."
Sweet tooth. Roslyn widened her eyes and nodded in a dramatic fashion. "Yep. Of course I eat it in moderation . . . sort of. Only on bad days do I splurge. I had one of those last night. Love candy in general but don't eat too much of it. I gotta restock for the next crappy day because I ate my backup." It was an elaborate story and she wanted to add in all the details. "Good girl, that's probably how I should be thinking but . . . nah." Roslyn immediately accepted the offer. "Well of course you do. I'll buy it since I'm going to be buying a wad of candy anyway. What's a lollypop. You ready to go or should we rest our feet?" Roslyn wasn't sure how much shopping Teagan had done while she was here but she assumed it wasn't long. Then again taking in her preferences, maybe Roslyn was wrong.
Roslyn didn't hear what Teagan said, either that or she simply wasn't paying attention as she mingled with her bags, putting one off more to the side since it always scratched her leg and made her think a spider was threatening to crawl up her legs.
COUNT: ~
INSPIRATION: pretty good
NOTES: psh, yours wasn't horrible at all! <3 i love teagan
CREDIT: La Roux & me
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