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wistaridakota
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|| Just keep working.... || Open || May 1, 2011 0:19:21 GMT -5

Post by wistaridakota on May 1, 2011 0:19:21 GMT -5

Seduce me,
Write letters to me.

It seemed to be a rather wonderful day outside, from what Alicia had felt on her small work to her father's cosmetics shop the sun didn't supply too much a bite today, and there seemed to be a slight breeze - though it was rather inconsistent, but Alicia didn't mind, as long as the air seemed to move a bit and didn't get too stuffy she was happy.

Alicia had already dropped off her dear little Elizabeth at training for the afternoon, since this was Alicia's last year as a possible tribute her training had seemed to have lightened.. Although many were convinced it fell on the dumb girl's deaf ears anyway. As this thought processed in Alicia's mind she frowned ever so slightly, shrugging it off rather quickly as she stepped into her father's shop. She wasn't surprised as a pair of rough hands grabbed her, shoving her into the small back room. The low, gruff words "Get changed, I'm going out" were barely audible to the girl through the small cracks around the door as she changed quickly into her usual white, billowing sleeve and ankle-length dress and pushing her usual elbow-length chocolate curls out of the way in the process. Cautiously the door was opened, her head poked around the door as she surveyed the shop with wide blue, thickly lashed eyes before convincing herself her father was gone.

Moments later delicate little hands were running over the new cosmetics stock, her usual blank look upon her face as she studied the new "chameleon" range, which seemed to stock everything from 'body spray paint' which claimed to last 24 hours, to 'nail polish' and 'eyeliner and mascara' with every other cosmetic product in between catered for. Absentmindedly Alicia set to work stocking it on the shelves her father had left empty, opening a couple of 'testers' before using them herself. According to her father people were more likely to buy something they saw on someone else, and liked, than they were if they were if they happened past it in a jar. For the second time that noon she shrugged, applying the 'blue chameleon' to her eyelids and up to her brows before turning her head this way and that to study it changing from a dark sky blue, to a purple, to a light green. Once satisfied with that she added the "chameleon red" to her lips, watching as that also changed colour - though this went from a blood red, to a sunset orange, to sunflower yellow depending on where it was viewed from.

A smile of delight was plastered upon currently red lips as she sat behind the counter, picking up a small white infant's frock she had started the previous afternoon. As she started on her work, her face seemed to melt back in to it's usual blank stare as she focused, though her gaze seemed to look past her needle work as her fingers threaded and stitched, over and over, barely looking at what she was doing. She had been sewing for years, and usually the same patterns, she'd be damned if she still needed the pattern or didn't know them by heart yet. Bright blue gaze was fixed on the door as practiced fingers guided the needle back and forth over the hems, waiting for either someone to come in or for the time to come where she had to lock the store and go fetch Elizabeth..

And poems,
I love poems.

Last Edit: May 1, 2011 0:23:05 GMT -5 by wistaridakota

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|| Just keep working.... || Open || May 4, 2011 8:55:41 GMT -5

Post by CM Baxter on May 4, 2011 8:55:41 GMT -5

"C'mon, dude, what are you waiting for?" Aesop ignored the comment from one of the so called 'friends' he kept around, and continued picking a thread sticking out of the elbow of his shirt. All six of the older boys were leaning up against the side of a store of no particular importance, across the street from a prim little make-up shop. "What, are you, chicken?"

"Shut up!" Aesop threw a fist at the boy he had commented, though his friends had spent so much time around him, they new just when to duck. Scowling, Aesop tried to go back to loitering, but his friends just wouldn't let him.

"Aw, little bitty Aesop's afraid of girls!"

"No, he's afraid of make-up!"

"Whats the matter, A? Your face is getting all red!" Obviously, Aesop thought to himself, these guys had no idea what 'self-preservation' was, and just as he grabbed the collar of the closest kid and drew back a fist, he caught a glimpse of the girl in the shop through the front window. Pausing, which was something he never did when about to deal out a beating, he looked from the morons he called friends to the shop. And then he did something completely unheard of; he let the kid go. He'd been all too ready to knock a couple of his teeth out, but seeing that they wouldn't stop teasing him until he proved them wrong (or sent them to the hospital, which the Peacekeepers said he couldn't do anymore) he figured the argument was best won by faceing his fears.

"Just watch," he growled, sauntering across the street, giving himself a silent pep-talk. 'I'll be fine, I'll be fine,' he thought to himself, shaking his head. 'I can do this. I mean, what could she honestly dislike about me? Look at me! I'm gorgeous!' But Aesop hadn't exactly been 'smooth' with the ladies since...ever. He didn't know what it was about them, but girls always made him go tongue-tied, or jittery, or act like more of a moron than he already was.'But that won't happen this time,' he thought, 'I'm smooth, I can do this. I think.'

Walking into the little make up shop was somewhat embarassing, especially since he could still hear the snickers of his friends across the street, but he pushed open the door regardless, and strolled in.

"Hey," he said, looking around at the little jars and bottles and tubes of cosmetics, and realizing suddenly that he was in way over his head. But the panic he felt inside was easily concealed, and no trace showed on his carefully composed face. Leaning on the front counter, he flicked his bangs out of his eyes and smiled up at the girl behind the counter. "I just stopped in, 'cause I've got to, uh, pick something up for...my, uh...Mom?" And as soon as the words left his mouth, he instantly regretted them. 'Holy christ, Aesop!' he thought, 'That sounded so uncool! Why am I so stupid!?'

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|| Just keep working.... || Open || May 4, 2011 18:08:16 GMT -5

Post by wistaridakota on May 4, 2011 18:08:16 GMT -5

Seduce me,
Write letters to me.

It was convenient, not needing to watch her work - she had been able to watch most of what had proceeded outside, though the threaten of a beating had been just out of the line of vision the shop window supplied her with. Of course, she had seen him coming, but she had also been careful to watch her sewing now - apparently it was unnerving for customers to be watched so closely upon entering a shop. The proceedings between him and the group had bought a smile to her currently ruby red lips though, which was unheard of for the girl while she was out in public.

She wouldn't have heard the door swing open and shut again if it hadn't of been for the, granted distant, sound of his group snickering away at him - the street wasn't very wide, after all, and very little seemed to get away without being heard if doors weren't closed. Of course, she hadn't heard the rest of their conversation though. Lifting her head just enough from her work, eyes that seemed rather pale beneath the vivid sea green and blue eyeshadow peered up at him from below her dark lashes, though she almost dropped her work, eyes widening in surprise, to see him leaning all over the front counter. That she hadn't expected, most people wondered around a bit and found what they needed themselves... He doesn't know what he's looking for shot through her mind, and as she placed her work on a shelf underneath the counter she gathered back her composure and smiled, something she never seemed to do at school - being careful to maintain a blank look whilst among her 'fellow careers' He's from school- this could undo you in a second... ran through her mind as he spoke, thinking for a moment.
"Did she have an order?.. Or is this a surprise?.."
She hardly even spoke at school or training, many teachers and instructors believing and eating up that she was a 'dumb' girl and leaving her alone, so hearing her own soft voice bounce off the shop walls was a bit of a shock to even her, sounding rather foreign. She had no doubt he knew who she was from school, they shared most of the same classes - didn't they?... She was usually hidden away against or a wall or in a corner though, and she could have sworn his was the group that seemed to have a most of the, usually extremely pretty, career girls with or hovering somewhere near... Though maybe that was another group.. But she could have sworn.. Mentally she shook that thought from her line of concentration, no matter how composed he was it was a general ruling that guys in the make up store needed as much help as they could - bare feet barely made a soft 'thudding' noise on the cold store flooring as she slid off the stool that was behind the counter, Alicia standing up to her rather unimpressive 5'4" height, and looking up at him with a slightly tilted head. She hadn't ever really felt so short before.. Granted, she usually wore some form of heel though - which resulted in the lace hems of her dress dragging along the ground by about an inch or so.
"Anything in mind?"
She asked softly, looking up at him curiously with the faintest hint of a small smile tugging at her lips - though it probably seemed more like a smirk, which she was almost certain he wouldn't pick up without studying her lips.. Though with her constantly changing shade of lips that probably wasn't completely off the cards.. Maybe that make-up wasn't such a good idea now she thought about it... brushing her curls out of her face she looked around, thinking for a moment.
"We just got that range in-"
cutting herself short as she raised a tiny, doll-like hand and pointed one slender finger toward the make up range she was currently flaunting, poor guy though... Even though Alicia was pretty - though didn't hold a candle to most of the girls in district one- many wouldn't bother with trying to attract the attention of someone who didn't seem 'completely there'. With this in mind it did, in fact, seem highly likely to her that he was, in deed, trying to look for something for his mother. It didn't once cross her mind that he was there to see her, besides - had one of her friends (whih usually consisted of just her sister) told her he was in fact in there to see her, she would have probably laughed it off and told them not to be silly - who would be interested in someone who tried to stay well out of the lime-light when they could probably have any other girl they wanted? It just didn't make sense to her....
"- but I'm not sure how.... flamboyant your mother is..."
She added in after a while. Damn throwing in such a large word for someone who was meant to be a simple girl... Though maybe the pause would be taken as her struggling to grasp the right word to use... She could only hope, and thus kept her features carefully composed. She still wasn't used to broaching on subjects that 'hit close to home' with her's, or anyone else's, mother - since she had never spoken to anyone but Elizabeth about her mother's death - but that was only because the girls shared a room and a few occasions it had been impossible to brush over the subject.. And even then - nearly six or seven (she couldn't quite remember) years later, she still hadn't come to terms with the fact her father had killed her mother... Fingers tightened slightly into a fist under the counter as she let her nails bite into her palm, now wasn't the time for reminiscing... She had already given away too much about her little 'game' of 'dumb' to probably one of the more influential people, particularly in school... And all he had to do was say something to his mother, and gossip would spread... Stupid girl, Alicia...

And poems,
I love poems.

Last Edit: May 5, 2011 6:15:21 GMT -5 by wistaridakota