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Post by Spirit Marisa Kirisame on Feb 23, 2011 22:58:45 GMT -5
"Wrong again... Can't you do your job, y'know, right?" Emen sighed as he turned away another coat, sitting in a fancy waiting chair as items were presented to him. It wasn't a normal choice for a kid his age; a rather nice bleach white lab coat in fact. He had his right palm on his forehead as he quietly chased the employee off. "More pockets, maybe shorter sleeves too, and are you sure this is your brightest? Also, how would that handle in severe weather? Go fetch me something I can travel in, yes, you heard me."
Three offers so far, and Emen still was not satisfied. Having only one lab coat for him to masquerade in was a bit restricting when he really wanted to pull the scientist shtick off. It could be at the cleaners, and he'd be in a regular T-shirt and jean. That would simply not do, it was too normal for someone as awesome as he was. The boy loved the old coat he had, even if it was a bit too over-sized for him. It was at a bargain price anyways, so he didn't complain. It still singled him out as an elite intellectual and a professor delusional attention-grabber.
Another employee soon rushed to the 'good doctor', holding what should be what Emen was looking for. He raised his eyebrows at the clothing presented before him. Plenty of holding space, resistant against tearing, exactly the right size, was this what Emen was looking for? "This? This, is, perfect! As for the cost... What might that be?" He noticed the price tag hanging from a sleeve. A quick scan of it showed... more numbers that were in his wallet. Emen tried his best to keep his face from turning into an avatar of rage. "Uh, s-second thought, I think I still need to try it on... go help someone else." The kid suggested, letting out a sigh of depression once he was alone. Well this was a dilemma. The perfect outfit, and he couldn't buy it. "What else should I have expected from the best clothier shop in the entire region?" Emen muttered to himself. He could talk big, and had that 'holier-than-thou' attitude, but he had no real money to back it up.
OOC: Huh. Maybe orange isn't a good choice for a color, I'm experimenting here.
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Post by nekayne on Feb 24, 2011 1:03:49 GMT -5
Mina Foxx When you see my face, hope it gives you hell.
Strangers sometimes tended to be nice, helpful people. They would give you directions, tips on the landscape, or perhaps even secrets about where to find certain things. The strangers Mina happened to run into were nice, however, she was not. With a cold stare and a demanding shout, she more-or-less forced the strangers she had run into to point her in the direction of the nearest mall.
Luckily, those traumatized strangers put her in the right direction. She was out of the winter weather and now in what was apparently the best clothing shop in all of Cheyenne. She would have nothing less than the most fancy, expensive designer clothing out there. Dressing in anything less than that could prove fatal to the spoiled rich Persian Morph.
Although she was meant to come to Cheyenne with nothing but the clothes on her back to learn about how much harder life could be, she still managed to get a hold of a bank card. Dear old daddy couldn't let his little girl venture alone in the cold, foreign region with nothing in her pockets, could he? What if she were in trouble? What if she had no place to sleep or nothing to eat? At least, that was what she told him with the sweetest look she could manage.
It always worked.
Even though the card was meant for emergencies, Mina didn't think twice about using it for a fashion emergency. She wasn't about to spend all her days in Cheyenne with the same clothes on day in and out. If she was going to do this stupid journey, she would at least do it in style.
Seeing a couple of the store clerks travel past her a couple times more than normal, Mina deterred her attention from the rack of shirts she was at towards them and whatever they were doing. She noticed them running back and forth between the shelves and racks to a boy sitting in a chair like he owned the place.
Mina moved to a rack of shirts that was closer to the boy as she watched, eavesdropping on what he could possibly have other people looking for. Watching one of the employees return to him with a white lab coat, Mina immediately thought that the boy would reject it - but wait...it was perfect?
Mina felt a sense of fashion danger wash over herself. He was going to buy that? Who would pay anything for it? Soon as the employee was excused by the boy, she figured it was up to her to save him from something so awful. She strode up to him from behind the rack, setting her hands on her hips as she looked down to where he was sitting. "Okay, seriously? If I saw you walking down the street in that, I would have to, like, make a citizen's arrest for burning out people's retinas."
Mina pulled her over-sized sunglasses off of the top of her head and ran her fingers back through her blond hair before returning the sunglasses to their original spot. Aah, she was so helpful.
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Post by Spirit Marisa Kirisame on Feb 24, 2011 3:36:03 GMT -5
OOC: Oh yeah, this is gonna be fun.
What? Who said that!? Who had the gall to question his divine tastes? Emen blinked, looking up at person who was so thoughtful to give him 'advice'.
Oh, a girl. How nice.
A few seconds ago he had the guise that he was the king of everything. He was bossing employees older than him. Now, with this young woman talking to him, Emen lost all that. His voice softened, his posture slumped, even his eyes misplaced that commanding gaze. However, he clung to the coat hanger holding up his prize even harder now.
It was possible she was the most well dressed person he had ever seen in his life, being surrounded by lower classed citizens growing up. The jewelry and clothes spelled out wealthy, but there was something about her that attracted his attention even more. Normal girls didn't have cat ears! Or a tail, especially real ones that twitched irregularly at the slightest movement. It was like she walked straight out of a tabletop sourcebook and into the modern world. Were Pokemorphs real!? Why didn't anyone tell him this!?
After nearly thirty seconds of thought without a response he realized his mouth was gaping open. No! That showed weakness, that showed she got to you. Emen would not give her any more indication she was verbally pushing him. He'd play it naive at first and regain his composure from there. Finally, he spoke. "Why shouldn't I show everyone else what I am? A complete genius and Pokemon expert." Emen replied with a shy, innocent smile. No hubris in those eyes yet. "I simply have different fashion senses than you. Maybe I like burning people's eyes out." She screamed money, money he could use. Perhaps, if he tolerated her for awhile...
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Post by nekayne on Feb 24, 2011 11:43:01 GMT -5
Mina Foxx When you see my face, hope it gives you hell.
Mina raised a brow as she waited for a response from the boy. She often did that to people. She was just so clearly amazing that it took a while for people to gather their senses. At least, that's what she allowed herself to believe. Most were just taken aback by her cruelty or mean girl attitude.
"Genius?" Mina scoffed as she rolled her eyes, giving a slight shake of her head. Obviously he needed more help that Mina had initially thought. Mina bent over, resting and folding her arms on the arm of the chair he sat on to get to the same eye level. Who cares if she was invading personal space? That was the last of her concerns right now.
"Listen, flatter yourself and stay in your dream world all you want, but if you want to burn out someone's retinas, you shove a lit match in their eye socket." Mina said in a dead-pan tone, something in her voice hinting that she had actually done something like that once upon a time.
Mina let out a sigh as she stood back up. She gave the store a quick glancing over. "Since I am so nice, I will help you pick something that isn't, like, awful." She looked down at him once again, raising a brow. "So Mr. Pokemon Expert, consider this your lucky day."
[OoC: Tehe, hopefully it is.]
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Post by Spirit Marisa Kirisame on Feb 24, 2011 13:42:32 GMT -5
For some reason, she didn't seem too impressed of him. Why not? He was a prodigy! And here he was, being treated like he knew nothing about looking good in a suit. True, he really didn't have that 'fashion sense' that all those popular girls talked about in school, but Emen didn't let that discourage him, and he wouldn't let that discourage him now.
He instinctively moved back in the chair as far as she could when she decided to get close to make her point. It didn't help that she mentioned piercing eyeballs with active matches. Emen was quite intimidated in the presence of such an, aggressive, woman. The fact he had her attention only made it worse. 'Why are all the competent ones utterly unbearable?' He thought to himself, managing to keep a calm, content look on his face.
Emen was ready to heartfully give her a flat out 'no' at her offer, or was it a demand that she would help him? He really couldn't tell. But he fixed his posture in the chair and let out a small smile. No, he'd let her stick around. As stuck up as this girl was, he still though he could use her, or annoy the living hell out of her for acting like she was superior to him. "You want to help me? Feel free to try then." Emen answered, leaning forward in his seat once she gave him the space. "Lucky me to have your help, huh?" He at least thought he would compliment on her apparent expertise of picking out outfits. As if that was a useful talent.
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Post by nekayne on Feb 24, 2011 14:43:17 GMT -5
Mina Foxx When you see my face, hope it gives you hell.
"There is no such thing as try when it comes to the one and only Mina Foxx." Mina said as she began to walk away from the boy, her voice full of self-admiration as she gave herself what she thought was a glamorous introduction. She stopped walking, turning back slightly to face him before disappearing behind a hanging rack. "There is only do."
Considering herself the greatest fashionista that ever walked the earth, Mina felt hardly any doubts about whatever she picked off of the racks or shelves. Patterns, colours, textures - if the history of polka dots were a part of a school curriculum, she would be on the honor roll. Though her tastes may conflict with the tastes of the boy she was picking out articles for, she didn't really seem to care or was just plain oblivious.
It didn't take long for Mina to return to the boy with an outfit folded in her hands. She dropped it into the boy's lap, not caring to tell him to prepare for it. "Try this on, no complaints." Considering that the boy's style appeared to be rather plain, the outfit Mina had basically thrown at him was probably not his style. What composed of the pile were a pair of fitted dark wash jeans, a grey long-sleeved button up shirt, an ironed black blazer, and sitting on the very top was a coiled up belt and a faded checkered scarf.
"Trust me - I know what I'm doing." Mina said almost preemptively in case of any complain that the boy may have had. It wasn't the first time she had forcefully 'helped' someone with their fashion choices. She was just trying to make the world a less repulsive place.
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Post by Spirit Marisa Kirisame on Feb 24, 2011 16:32:38 GMT -5
Once Mina left him, Emen let out a frustrated sigh. He didn't need help dressing himself. Why should appearances matter to him? Only idiots let fashion get in the way of utility. He swallowed his pride and forced it to stay down for the moment. Emen didn't see too much harm in playing along.
The boy hadn't moved an inch when the 'helpful' young woman returned with her choices. Looking rather bored already, Emen scanned the clothes that were tossed at him. He opened his mouth to object, but Mina insisted that he would try them on first. "Fine then, we'll see how this goes..." With that, Emen rose up and strolled over to one of the changing rooms.
Minor grumbling could be heard as he outfitted himself in the expensive apparel. He was quick to change, and Emen, slowly stepped out of the booth, holding his old clothes tightly to him as if they were his life. Trying not to attract too much attention, he walked back to where his chair was, showing Mina how revolting he felt."How is this suppost to single me out as the smartest person in the room? I look like a hipster or something, or some kind of pretty boy."
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Post by nekayne on Feb 25, 2011 12:57:47 GMT -5
Mina Foxx When you see my face, hope it gives you hell.
As the boy left to the change rooms, Mina sat herself down in the chair he had been sitting in, claiming it as her own. She stretched her arms up into the air, her back arching and cracking as she did so. Saving the day and fixing the world was hard work, but someone had to do it.
Sitting with her legs crossed, Mina strummed her fingers on her knee as she impatiently waited upon the boy's return. Seeing him return with the outfit on, but his clothes still in his hand, Mina was slightly more pleased - though not completely. "Like, being smart is something you can't see. Leonardo DiCaprio didn't, like, turn heads for being smart." Giving a wistful sigh as she briefly thought of the handsome A-list actor, Mina stood up from the chair and began fidgeting with the boy's outfit.
"Like, seriously, you need to have the right attitude for this." Mina spoke as she readjusted his scarf. She un-buttoned the top button of his shirt. "I mean, you have to have the effortless vibe, like you just totally put together things and just knew it would work. Like, don't try so hard."
After pulling at certain parts of the outfit and readjusting, which was most likely uncomfortable for the boy - not that Mina cared - she stepped back a bit to admire her work. Noticing something off, she went to pull the boy's original clothing out of his hands and toss them on the chair. "Stop slouching, straighten your shoulders." Mina pushed her fingertips on his shoulders.
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Post by Spirit Marisa Kirisame on Feb 25, 2011 14:44:41 GMT -5
A minor detail he noticed was that she took residence in his chair, getting all comfortable and everything. Upsetting, yes, a reason to fly off the handle and bring the building down, no. However, Emen felt he might do that as Mina gave him more of her special attention.
Still, Emen continued to put up with her as she took the liberty of improving his look, in her eyes. Hearing her drone on with all of those 'likes' and that near valley girl accent was beginning to get to the boy. He caught a few words he recognized, but they still sounded, idiotic. "Wait, Leonardo who?" He asked before she began fidgeting little things about his clothes, things he thought were plain unnecessary. This was suppost to make him look cool? Since when was that on his to-do list?
"How is this working?" Emen commented with an increasingly irritated voice. Having Mina actually touch him added to his list of things making him uncomfortable. He stayed a bit stiff the entire time as she was making her adjustments, having a girl this close to him put him on edge. It didn't helped that she was the most aggressive woman he had ever met either.
After she was finished, Emen didn't seem all too pleased with the results. He was still tense, and his body refused to completely let itself go. Emen was a little more at ease than before now that she was done, but her adjustments still made him feel less than comfortable. When she suddenly grabbed his old coat and shirt, he didn't bother objecting, as long as he could still see it so Mina couldn't dispose of it somehow... "Are you satisfied yet?" He muttered, having the girl prod at him again.
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Post by nekayne on Mar 4, 2011 8:48:09 GMT -5
Mina Foxx When you see my face, hope it gives you hell.
"What do you mean Leonardo who?" A baffled expression crossed Mina's face, but she quickly shook it away. Really, how could he not know who her future husband and father of her children was? "Oh my God, like, you need more help than just this."
"Hm..." Mina looked Emen over, thinking with a finger to her chin. "I would be satisfied if you could have done this yourself but I guess this is as close as I'm going to get." She shrugged, letting out a wistful sigh. "I don't work miracles but I'm pretty damn close."
Mina turned around, taking a couple steps to get to the chair. She picked up the messy pile of clothing she had taken from Emen and held it up. "Since you, like, don't look so awful now, I'm going to take this to that group of hobos down the street. I'm sure they need an alternative to burning newspapers."
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Post by Spirit Marisa Kirisame on Mar 4, 2011 12:41:50 GMT -5
He at least hoped she meant Leonardo Da Vinci. The senseless babbling that was coming out of her mouth was tolerable. He wasn't even completely paying attention as he went ahead and looked in a mirror right next to them as Mina went on and on... Emen had to say, this wasn't a complete horror scene for the young genius. For one, he could at least keep the scarf, maybe get a new T-shirt to wear underneath his old clothes...
At the thought of them, the boy looked back to see where they were, except Mina had them now. "Oh thank you, I was going to carry those to-" But then she mentioned burning them.
Wait, WHAT!? Dispose of his prized possession!? Sure, the undershirt was replaceable but that suit was hard to get being in Mahogany Town! "NO!" Within a second, he swiped his old possessions back. Clearly, she hit a nerve there. He then realized he shouted his opinion on tossing his clothes to some grubby homeless person, and adjusted his voice. "Ehehe, I mean... yeah, just no." His expression changed now. Emen didn't look submissive, uncaring, or bored. Quite the opposite... this was something he'd simply refuse to budge on.
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