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 Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 12:32 am
Thirty bucks, well, Estelle had said they would need to be a little right with their money for a while, but Manuela hadn't known she'd meant that tight. That put the boutiques off the list, but apparently there were some cool thrifty stores around. Vintage was still cool afterall. The one she'd chosen to visit today was two buses from the church, and it was called Threads. It was supposed to be all juniors' clothing, which usually fit her in a small. Having long legs had its perks sometimes. She got there around noon with the money she had bunched into a wad in her back pocket. Mama Estelle was busy, and it had taken a lot of convincing to get her to let her come this far alone, but from the looks of the place, it was worth it. 80s music, a mix of punk-pop and rock, blasted out of the speakers, and the whole place was lined with racks of clothing. Two small dressing rooms, partitioned off by black and white checkered curtains, stood in one corner. Once inside Manuela was immediately drawn to the section of size small camisoles. No good outfit was complete without a gorgeous cami afterall.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 12:48 am
What does one do when their baby quite suddenly grows into a child (and an older one at that), and all that 'expensive' baby equipment you spent your last bit of money on becomes useless and ineffective, leaving you instead with a much larger body to clothe/care for/furnish?
Well, you sell the mother's favorite diamond earrings and have the kid run off of course. You coulden't give him that much credit, it was Eliot's suggestion and Eliot was the one who took him to the pawn shop - and Eliot who took 95 percent of the one and a half THOUSAND bucks the pawn dude payed them. If Ashley knew her earrings went for that much LESS she would of had a fit - and she will, only she doesn't know yet.
So here Harper was, with about 60 bucks left. He had spent fifteen on a burger.. or three. Now he was feeling sick and his clothes were remarkably tight, (given, he was wearing a shirt sunny shrunk in a dryer and some very cheap pajama bottoms one of his fathers rolled up right to fit him - still, he managed to make it look cool,) And who lets a tenish year old, fresh to the world kid run around on their own?! Eliot of course! Again, don't give him too much credit. Eliot equipped Harper with a cheap cellphone and had him go on his way while he went to get drunk.
Good plan, right? Harper was having a blast! He had trotted into almost every store he had passed so far, and when he came to this 'Threads' joint he could see no reason not to explore. He trotted in and looked around, grinning like a cheshire cat and itching to get into trouble.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 12:54 am
Manny glanced over at the door when the bell above it dinged, but didn't think much of it. People came and went all the time. But something about this one made her do a double take. She definately recognized that hair. "Harper?" she asked, turning toward him with the armfuls of clothing she had already picked out, "You look... Um, different." Kind of silly too, but still cute.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 1:04 am
Twiddling his fingers Harper looked up away from the clothes wrack in front of him when he heard a voice.
"What?" He started indignantly, looking left and right before finally finding the source of the voice. He looked at her for a minute with a blank stare that quickly faded into a huge grin as recognition mashed it's way into his brain, "Manny!" He declared happily, hurrying over to her. "Look!" He declared, though it was unclear if he was talking about her, himself, his clothes, the shop, or what. Probably a combination of everything.
"Why 'ya here?" He asked again, looking around again. "Where's your mom? What are you doing? AREN'T THESE PANTS SO COOL?" He asked while pointing at some plaid striped red and yellow pants... probably used for golf. Ah, the questions... some things never change.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 1:11 am
"I'm shopping for some new clothes, for school and stuff," she told him patiently, reaching her free arm to give him a little hug. Those pants were definately bold, but not as interesting as his current ones. "They're a little preppy for you. Do you want some help?" she offered, figuring the day would be more fun with someone she liked around. Besides, he was even cuter now, if a little more enthusiastic.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 1:16 am
"Oh. School." That ball and chain hadn't been clunked to the boy yet. Little did he know, Sunny was already making plans...
"Why do you go to school, anyway?" He asked, cringing slightly. He had hugged her back and given another grin before looking back to the pants. "Preppy? What? ... what'cha think I'd look good in then?" Apparently, he wanted her help, then.
A moment later he smirked and looked her up and down, "Sides', you could use a little spike action yourself." He told her, pulling off one of his spikey arm cuff/gauntlet/bracelet things (whatever you want to call them) and moving to put it on her arm instead. Never mind that it likely clashed entirely with whatever she was wearing. Sudden growth or not, one thing he and his were not short on was punktastic jewelry!
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 1:20 am
Manny frowned at the questions about school, "I guess I have to, besides, there's a lot of friends there that make it not so bad." To be fair, her black and white polka dot snug hoodie didn't entirely clash with the bracelet, in fact it was kind of a nice touch. "First spike action," she agreed, doing a little fist pump with the arm, "Now, we have to use that punk rock power to get you looking good. What size are you?" Well, he probably wouldn't know that given that none of his current stuff seemed to fit him.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 1:26 am
He gave her a brief applause for her arm pump and then nodded with new enthusiasm at the thought of new clothes.
"Alright." He said, turning around to look through the clothes. "What size?" He thought about it a moment and eventually could only shrug, "Dunno'. Whatever looks like it'll fit? Just make sure it's bigger than this shirt!" Harper said, pulling at the red and white shirt he had on; faded but still showing a happy face insignia.
By then he had thought enough about school to suffice, in his opinion, for the rest of his life. "Friends is a good enough reason, but from what I saw on tv most of the time they don' like it when you talk to your friends.. S'like prision. And sometimes they make you wear uniforms. HEY! Liberty don't have uniforms does it?!"
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 1:33 am
"No way," Manny nearly shouted, "If they had uniforms I'd stay home sick all year." So she was right, he didn't know what size he was. But then again, a lot of the stuff in the store wasn't marked that well. They'd just have to try a lot of stuff on. "It'll definately be bigger than that one, it looks kind of silly, no offense," she told him, setting her handful down in a corner while she passed over the rows and rows of vintage tees. Suddenly she paused, and pulled one off the shelf, holding it up for him to see. It was a white shirt that didn't look that old, maybe only a year or two, with a black microphone on one shoulder and the cord spiraling down and across. It was simple, understated, and still looked like it would fit pretty snug, which would be good for the way he was built. "What do you think of this?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 1:38 am
"Whew." Harper said coolly, scratching the back of his head. "Err, not that I plan on going to school or anythin'! My mom won't make me, so guess your gonna have to live without me Manny." He said happily. Totally in denial.
Then she said his shirt was silly and he coulden't help but look a little wounded. He glanced down at the shirt and shook his head, "My Uncle said it was my mothers when she was going through a 'thin stage.' Said' she coulden't even wear it anymore cause Sunny messed it up in the dryer.. You think it looks like a girls shirt?" Harper asked curiously. His musing was cut short when he saw the other shirt. He grinned with approval and went to take the shirt from her and put it up against him to see if it looked like it'd fit. "S'nice!" He praised.
"But aren't you going to get anything?" He asked a second later, glancing at her sidelong. "How about you go find some stuff for me and I'll get some stuff for you, kay? What's your size?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 1:43 am
"No, it just didn't look like it was yours, you know? And I'm a small in shirts and a 3/4 in jeans," she told him, having a little more faith in what he'd choose than she would have previously. Ok, so at least he didn't pick that outfit, that was a good sign. It wasn't terrible for someone who didn't really have a lot else to choose from, it just didn't fit the rocker image. "Meet me at the dressing rooms ok?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 1:55 am
"You got it." Harper said with another grin while walking deep into the land of clothes wracks. "3/4 jeans, 3/4 jeans, small small small.." He repeated under his breath, realizing a second later he had a very loose grasp on what '3/4' would look like on a tag.
Okay, maybe he did need to go to school.
Still, he had asked a nearby shopper what '3/4' looked like and had burned the image into his mind long enough to grab some 'cool' stuff. Some of his fashion sense needed... a little help, and for a boy he had a peculiar obsession with plaid/vintage patterns/colors, but eventually he was standing at attention at the dressing rooms with a stack of clothes in his arms! A collection of boots, some awesome socks, skirts, pants, shirts, dresses, the like! (he wanted to wear dresses every now and then, part of him was jealous!)
[x][x][x][x][x][x][x]
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 10:11 am
Alright, so Harper had looked like he'd be about a medium in guys' clothes, but for most of it she'd just have to wing it. The pile in her arms quickly grew as she skirted around the shop, trying to keep up a general theme of music and rebellion. It was only when she couldn't hold any more without falling that she headed over to the dressing room, smiling when she saw he was already there.
[x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x]
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 1:03 pm
"Bout time!" Harper teased, while moving to take the clothes she had and throw the clothes he had over her head (undoubtedly causing a few to fall in the process.)
"S'get this runway on with!" If only he knew how much ammunition he could get for being teased by other boys right now...
**
((assuming they transfered clothes and all that successfully, if not ignore this xD))
He then poped into one of the dressing rooms and cluttered around in mysterious sounding bangs, pops, booms and crunches. He found one shirt he didn't like at all, and assuming Manny was in the stall next to him he threw it over the partition with a snort. Either way, most of the clothes she found he liked were at least quite acceptable, especially given his current attire, so eventually he strut out with his favorite combo (consisting of said blue 'awesome' shirt and jeans.)
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 1:18 pm
Manuela struggled to catch the things that were tossed at her, but managed to only drop one skirt, which she haphazardly kicked into the dressing room in front of her. Some of the skirts didn't fit her, simply because her hips hadn't developed to hold them up, but she found that she liked the plaid pants and the shortest of the skirts. She nearly screamed when a shirt came over the partion, but held it back to prevent undue attention. Harper had some strong opinions. After hearing his curtain push back she came out of her own stall, wearing the black boots, shortest skirt, and her own black camisole. It was a little skimpy for her, but it was worth a thought. "What do you think?" she asked him, giving a little spin that nearly brought the skirt up too far.
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