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Post by Yuuki Fukushima on Jul 25, 2010 2:31:47 GMT -5
Yuuki threw on her vest and zipped it up. She was going to the mall without Chi. It was technically her first time going to the mall without her best friend; in Japan at least. Looking in the mirror she tucked her hair under the hood before grabbing the black helmet. She had painted pinkish red sakura blossoms on it to match her bike. She was slowly getting better at art; however when she drew the sakura blossoms she wasn't very good.
The person who opened the door (Yuuki still didn't know his name), well opened the door for her and bowed. She gave a short nod before stepping outside and jumping down the four steps before jumping down another five. Her legs ached slightly from the impact of the cobblestone to feet sent a shock up her legs, they where good aches though. That's what she got from her lessons in Martial Arts and Kendo.
Racing down the cobble stone path she reached her small shed. In it was her bike, the same, only better, sakura blossom decoration. She checked to make sure her wallet, keys, and cellphone where in her pockets she pulled the keys out and placed them on the seat of the bike. Yuuki grabbed her cellphone. She wasn't the best at using her cellphone. However she did know how to turn it on, answer and hang up, and turn it off. That's all she used it for anyways. If she got a text she would just phone them.
After it made the short jingle of her phone company and the main screen came up on her phone she shoved it into her pocket. She pulled the motorcycle back so it twisted around before pushing it out of the shed. Turning around Yuuki locked up the shed before swinging her leg over the bike and twisting the key.
The bike tore out of the property. It was drizzling outside slightly, but not a downpour. She thanked that the Mall had underground parking. After all if it didn't her bike would be completely ruined. Yuuki reached the Mall and went down to the third underground level before parking in the farthest side of the underground parking. Tucking the helmet under the seat she walked over to the stair case. It always amused her when she went up the cement staircases to the Mall. It made her feel as if she were in an action spy movie.
Yuuki reached the top and pushed open the door before walking in. The mall was crowded with people rushing around and going into stores. There were many levels. One was like a farmers market. Some had name brand stores. Her eyes darted around trying to figure out which floor she was on before seeing the map. Of course, the first floor. Then again she hadn't really been checking the floor numbers as she ran up the stair cases.
She turned and raced back up the staircase. It was emptier then the stair cases IN the mall or the elevators. Since barely anyone actually used it. She got to the one with the brand name stores, the teenager floor. It was the one that had brand names, but the ones that were more fun, bright, Gothic, whatever kids from 14-19 wanted.
Yuuki went straight to D*Tox. The store was split into the Women's and the Males side. She, obviously, went to the females side. She started shifting through the dresses. They had gotten uglier. They use to be pretty with the corset top with checkered black, white and a faint color. Then lace and sheer petticoat attached under neath. Now they were just modeled after old dresses only made modern. There was one dress it went to just below mid thigh. It was a satin red with a black ribbon that went across the bodice and had a black petticoat.
She draped it over her arm before grabbing a skirt with hearts and diamonds on it before a black and purple skirt. She found a pair of black pants with clipped on suspender type things with purple checkers in places. Then she moved onto the shoes. She grabbed a pair of black high heels with a purple edge around the part where she slipped her heel in and then a large bow at the bottom.
Yuuki went into the dressing room and tried on the clothes. They all fit perfectly. Minus the dress. It was a little loose in the chest area. Then again, she was a little flat. The shoes fit also. After that, she left the changing room and started shifting through the accesories.
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Post by Kazumi Maeko on Jul 25, 2010 4:01:10 GMT -5
Every strike against the punching bag made a dull, but solid, thunk and the chain it was dangling on from her ceiling jingled with the impact. The fact that she had a punching bag in her bedroom made her mom more than a little upset, but Kazumi had set it up while her mom was at work, with the help of a couple other members from Kendo club of course. She spun and heel kicked the bag, sending it back a ways and watching as it dropped back down, the chain giving a louder jingle as it fell back in place. Part of her mothers worry was that the chain was going to break or the bag would fall and take part of the ceiling with it. Personally Kazumi didn't think that would happen, but she promised her mom that she would take it easy with the punching bag and that she wouldn't do any kicks, kind of like the one she had just finished doing. However, her mother wasn't home so what she didn't know couldn't get her daughter into trouble. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand behind her and she spun on her heel, lifting the phone and picking it up. It was a reminder that she had to go shopping for new clothes, pants specifically since she tended to get quite a few holes in all of the ones that she owned.
Sighing, Kazumi pulled off the fingerless gloves her brother had sent her from the States and peeled off her now sweaty tank-top and the basketball shorts she was wearing. Digging through her closet she pulled out a pair of blue camouflage cargo pants and a plain black t-shirt before slipping her bare feet into a pair of converse. Socks were over-rated, at least she thought so, and she grabbed her wallet and phone before running down the stairs and getting the keys to the car in the driveway. Technically she didn't have her own car, but she was the only one who drove the small, dark blue, whatever in the hell it was. For as tom-boyish as Kazumi was, she couldn't think of a single car name, and she didn't particularly care. If it started up and moved then it was good for her. It was raining, more like drizzling really, and Kazumi ran a hand through her short black hair as she slid into the car. The only place she could really think of to get clothes was at the mall, and while it nearly killed her to do so, she didn't think that she had much of a choice in the matter. At least there she knew where to go. In, out, and on with life.
Finding parking had been a pain, but that was relatively normal, and Kazumi locked up the car before running up the stairs. The elevator had been closer but she wasn't lazy enough to use it, not to mention the fact that one could be up the stairs before the elevators even reached you. Reaching the floor that she normally went to, Kazumi was actually paying attention to the shop names when she came across one that didn't think had ever been there. Obviously it had, and probably for a while, but it didn't seem like the type of store that had any of her fighting gear or the normal clothes she wore. Maybe I could switch up my style a little bit, Kazumi thought as she walked into the store, picking at the items on the racks. She frowned slightly, trying to imagine how she would look in some of the dresses that she was finding before shaking her head. There was a girl up at the counter who was leaning on her elbows as her eyes watched Kazumi wander about. She wasn't too sure if the girl was looking at her because she had never seen her or because of the normal reason Kazumi received odd looks.
Her short black hair was styled almost like a guys, with the exception that Kazumi didn't bother styling her hair. She ran a comb through it quick and then left, that was that. Either way, her style seemed to earn some interesting looks, and she knew what most of the people, especially those at school, thought of her. Shrugging off the looks Kazumi continued to go around one of the racks until she couldn't go any further around due to another girl who was standing there. A dress caught her eye and she lifted it from the rack, an eyebrow arching in confusion. It almost looked like a cross between a french maid outfit and a female version of the lederhosen. "What in the hell is this?" she muttered, briefly wondering what her mother would do if she came home and saw her daughter meandering around the house in it.
Words:: 809 <.< wow
Tagged:: Yuuki
Notes:: Hope you don't mind that I responded =]
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Post by Ian O'Brien on Jul 25, 2010 17:37:31 GMT -5
Ian sat up from his bed and streched. He had stayed up till three last night talking to his friends on AIM. After scratching his forehead he looked around. Attempting to find his phone. There was a loud virbrating sound down by his feet before something touched his ankle vibrating. He dug around under his sheets till he found his cellphone and flipped it open. "Hello?" He muttered into it kicking open his sheets and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and listening to the other person. "Nah. I have to go out and run errands today." He replied before hanging up. Not really caring if the other person was offended by it.
He looked around on the floor before grabbing a pair of dark jeans and slipping them on. After buttoning them up he grabbed a dark shirt and ran a comb quickly though his hair. Ian pocketed his phone before grabbing his wallet and keys. Currently his mom was at work, so he'd be able to take the car without her forcing him to take the liimo, or have a cheffeur drive him so said person could tell her where he was. Racing down the stairs he turned towards the kitchen before anyone say him and ducked out the servents entrance.
The car was a sleek black Lamborghini Murcielago R-GT. It had been his dad's and when his father died of Cancer; he handed it down to Ian for when he was old enough to drive. He slid in and turned the car on. It was always parked in the garage since it was closest to the Servents entrance. That way his mom couldn't tell if he was leaving or a servent was leaving. He pulled the car out and went down the back entrance.
When he arrived at the mall, it started drizzling out. He cursed and went into the first level of the mall. His stomach rumbled, reminding him that he forgot to eat. Ian glanced at the map and went up two levels to the cafeteria. He got up there and got a burger fries and drink.
After he finished he went up to one of the brand name stores. Walking around he choose a random store. As he walked around he spotted Yuuki and went to the shoe area to avoid her. There he noticed a girl looking at a ugly dress and asked what it was. Ian snorted. "Obviously that's a dress." He muttered towards her before picking up a converse shoe.
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Post by Yuuki Fukushima on Jul 25, 2010 18:58:27 GMT -5
Yuuki grabbed some jewlery that matched her skirts before looking at the small hats that had a bobby pin to attach to your hair. She noticed Ian walk in and rolled her eyes before sighing and going over to the cashier to pay. It came to 300 dollars plus tax. She handed over her credit card and a gift card of 100 dollars. It went down to 200 dollars. After paying she walked over towards the back to see what Ian was doing in a D*Tox store. He was much more of a sporty not gothic person.
"What in the hell is this?" A girl asked from her left side. Her eyes slid over towards her, and saw the girl holding the ugliest dress she had ever seen. If she was nice she would have suggested some better dresses. Then again Ian had another way to do that. "Obviously that's a dress." He muttered, Yuuki raised an eyebrow and cleared her throat. She tilted her head slightly before walking in front of Ian. He was hold a converse shoe and studying the shoe as if he didn't just mock/insult the girl.
"Excuse me, Ian," She spat out his name with venom. "The only people allowed to be rude to anyone while I'm around is Chi and I. So take back what I said before I force you to." She whispered the last part when a staff member walked past.
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Post by Kazumi Maeko on Jul 26, 2010 0:12:34 GMT -5
Kazumi's frown deepened slightly as she looked at the clothes nearby and the oddness of them all. She had seen people wear the style, but it most definitely wasn't her kind of style and she slipped it back into place when she heard a voice answering her question. Her eyebrow twitched upwards and she turned in order to see who it was, her elbow resting against the rack. Before she could say anything though Kazumi watched as the girl whom she had been standing next to came to her defense. Well, maybe that wasn't the best way to put it, but the details didn't matter. She cleared her throat and stepped directly in front of the boy, spitting out his name with vehemence. Interesting, Kazumi thought as she watched the interaction.
"I'm well aware of the fact that it's a dress. Have you never heard of a rhetorical question or are you just unaware of what that means?" she asked after the girl had finished speaking, annoyance in her tone. Slipping a hand in her pocket, Kazumi tried to ignore the comment about how the only people allowed to be rude was the girl. As far as she was concerned the minute anyone got snippy with her she'd get snippy back. Her eyes wandered down to the pair of Converse the boy was holding and she looked down at her own worn out pair. Maybe they were less expensive here than the shoe store her mother always took her too. The ones she was in now had the beginnings of holes on the bottom.
A staff member walked past them and the girl's voice lowered slightly, to the point where Kazumi couldn't really hear the rest of what she had said, though she could imagine it was some threat or another. Stepping forward, Kazumi pulled down a different pair of Converse and checked the size on the bottom before checking the price. They were less expensive, though barely so, and she pulled down the box they had been in.
Tagged:: Yuuki/Ian
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