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 Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 9:54 pm
A little tailor shop owned by the off island business monger couple, Joe and Mary Smith. Having heard that there was an island somewhere in the middle of nowhere in development, they rushed there and bought a bunch of building and opened various shops that were missing on the island. This is only one of them! Of course, they'll be more then willing to sell it back to anyone with a right prize.... and if whoever decided that they changed their mind and leave the island (or, most likely, die in a horrible death), they'll be more than happy to rebuy it for half the price! This is how they make their money. Until someone take over the ownership of this shop, they'll be happy to run it from the mainland, almost never coming on the island to see how it's going. The employees, NPC or not, are then free to work like always and customers to use their services.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 11:52 pm
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 4:05 pm
Riley had his hands in the pockets of his dark jeans and was wandering up and down the street for quite some time until he found the place. He never needed to go to the clothing store. He brought clothes with him to the island and continued to wear them. It didn't make much sense to keep buying clothes when these fit fine; it must be a girl thing. That was probably why a girl was having him meet her here and why Tatyana spent so much money importing clothes. He stood just around the edge of the place, trying to peek in at the person that he was meeting. If it was too fat or ugly, he could just bail now. But, all he could see was a young girl. Maybe his date hadn't arrived yet. It was a little too cold for him to keep standing outside, so he thought it was smarter to go inside. He pulled the door open and looked around the place, making sure his mystery date wasn't hiding out of sight from the window. There didn't seem to be anyone else here, weird. He turned back to look at the little girl. " 'Sup. Have you seen anyone in here looking for a date? I think I may have missed her. Got lost trying to find the ******** place."
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 6:33 pm
When he opened his mouth at her, she felt her nose crinkle slightly as he made very clear he was her date. There was no one else waiting her outside of the mindless NPCs, after all! But.. Did she seriously pay a thousand dollars on that? “...Ew.” She started with as she pinched her nose, backing up a step and speaking softly to hide how nasally it was right then, “I think there's some mistake. I'm Lilia and, please, you're not Riley, are you?”
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 7:56 pm
Riley watched the girl, waiting for an answer. It seemed that she had smelled something, apparently bad by the looks of it. So, he took a few sniffs of the air at first before hearing her speak. " Yeah, I'm Riley. Wait. Hold the ******** up. You're holding your nose because of me?" He made it a point to exaggerate this with his arms, waving first towards her then back to himself. He let out a groan and looked her over. "What are you, like ten? Why are you buying dates anyway. Shiiit." He smacked his hand against his forehead in attempts to figure out what was going on. He couldn't go on a date with some little girl, that was weird. Even he had never stooped to the depths of *****, and he had thought about some pretty messed up things before. He even caught himself checking out Tatyana from time to time; what could a guy do? But this. This, was just weird. "I guess you paid some large amount to win me or ********, so what did you have in mind?" He was going to stop to let her talk, but then he realized that he had a few things he needed to make clear. "Oh, and I'm not going to do something date-y, and I'm not doing something stupid. Like a ******** tea party or dress up or whatever. ******** that s**t." He crossed his arms once he was finished, a bit pissed off. He should have known better than to go out on a ******** limb like this.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 2:51 am
She smiled slightly in pride at herself and went on in complete confidence, “For the record, I own you. I can make you do annythiiing I want.” She almost sang out that word as she held back a giggle – oh, she loved telling commoners the truth! “I have an outfit prepared for you in the dressing room. Go get it on now and burn those disgusting rags you're wearing. My Goddess, you mutts have no class, do you?” She added with a barely withheld roll of her eyes at him. It was just.. ugh. At least he'll look much better in the clothing she picked out for her date.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 10:42 am
Riley just sort of stood there for awhile. Just staring at her. Who in the ******** did she think she was? That was a good question, "Who in the fuuuuck do you think you are?" He watched her, assuming she was imitating his smell of the air, ******** her and her stupid little spoiled brat attitude. This was looking like it was going to make the top 10 worst days ever list. All he could think was fuuuuuuck on repeat as he looked at her and listened to her. He felt almost as if he was speechless, but then he remembered that he always had so much to say. He stared at her as she spoke and when she had finished, he was still staring, mouth agape. "You don't oooooooown s**t. You got one date. I can say that this date is over wheneeeeeeeeeeeever I want. You're ten. I'm twenty-five. Do the math, brat." If she was going to give him a pet name and accentuate her vowels, he was going to do the same. "I'm not burning my clothes, and I'm probably not wearing whatever you have back here either. I told you no ******** dress up." He turned to walk into the back and found what she had for him. "Oh hell no." He walked back out without the clothing on and crossed his arms. "No." There was nothing else left to say.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 1:06 am
She stuck her tongue out at him as she hit a small, white button on it. It was in seconds that through the doors came jumping in a trio of pink poodles, ears back underneath a cute police officer cap as they snapped and snarled at the air. All except for Cici, the smallest of the pups, who looked rather dazed and confused. But, that was fine to Lilia; Cici was always the stupid one. Flo and Ren were her stars! ♥ She crossed her arms, “My puppies are trained by the best trainers in the world. I can make them do anything to you if I wanted to – unless you do what I ask? Mm? Mutt?” She giggled – oh, she had him~ No one could look at a poodle's jaws and not be a little afraid!
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2012 8:11 pm
-New Day-
"Not this..... Or this..... Oh this!..... No... Hmph!" A hush voice hummed in the aisles of racks of clothing. In front of a long line of tops was a familiar blonde to the store. It was kind of cliche for a young teenage girl to be spending her day shopping, but it really was the only way Erika could spend her time without being bored. In fact, this was about all she could do to spend her time bored or not. Peter had been coming over less and less... And, well, spending time with her father was getting a bit old. Not that he didn't love him, it was just... She was getting older. Plus the baby was coming, and things were just leaving little for her to entertain herself with. Which is why, she had decided to spend her day out enjoying herself shopping up the town. The selection didn't change much, and she didn't have much money, however that didn't matter. To the girl, this was all just for the experience. Like playing house, or doctor, or whatever people did when they were kids. Just, a more grown up version. Erika hummed away as she swayed aisle to aisle searching for the perfect outfit to not go home with.
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 4:23 pm
..But, then, following the girl for a good few blocks probably seemed pretty creepy too, huh? She stopped and thought on that for a moment, keeping an eye on the girl as she turned into a clothing store at the end of the street. Maybe she didn't notice? The people in this town seemed pretty absentminded and carefree for the most part.. She bet she could get away with a lot of stuff! Still, it was better to be on the safe side. So, when she finally reached the store too, Nessa forced herself to wait at least five minutes before entering – at least that would give the blonde damsel some time to forget about any worries she could have had outside of the store in favor of looking at the clothing. Nessa considered the clothes to maybe pretend that she happened to need something new to wear too, but.. it was awfully hard to do that when nothing here fit into Nessa's wardrobe at all. It was pretty generic stuff.. Nothing cute and traditional as she had hoped an isolated island would have. She made a small face as she pulled a shirt out from one of the racks, looking it over critically. ..Yep.. Nessa would have to learn to sew if she wanted to survive here clothed. “It's SO hard to find ANYTHING here.” She announced loudly as she let go of the shirt, allowing it to fall back into line with all the other clothes.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 8:30 pm
The blonde was becoming increasingly frustrated with the boring situation she was in. To think that even pretending to shop for close would end up becoming just another mundane thing. A small frown almost crossed Erika's face when she heard a young and energetic voice. A voice that signified another teenage girl in the area. The blonde perked up on coming to that conclusion and began to search around for the speaker. Eventually, her eyes caught onto another blonde, around the same age, doing about the same thing. Erika hid behind of rack of clothes nervously and touched her face to check for a nervous blush. This could be a chance to make a friend! She had yet to make a true friend like on TV! Peter and Wil were... Well they were them, and boys! Erika always wanted to meet a girl to talk to... Maybe this was her chance. The teen scurried her way to a spot on the rack across from the other blonde and opened her mouth nervously. "R-Right?" She said in an almost mouse like tone that was reminiscent of her old self. She cleared her throat afterward and took a more outgoing approach, "This place is so plain."
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 4:53 pm
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 5:56 pm
"Erika," The now happy little blonde responded with a small smile. Her cheeks had turned a little pink at the compliment. It really was nice to talk to another girl. Blaire knew fashion, and Brooke new as much as Erika did. Her little sister had always been a sort of doll up until recently. However, neither of them really liked to talk about fashion. No one she had met liked to... Well except Yuri, but Erika's father was never fond of the young woman. Which left the teen to live in her own little world of fashion. "T-Thank you," She finally mustered up as her hands fiddled with the bottom of her skirt, a nervous tick of hers. Erika took a lot of care into planning her outfits, even if she was the only one who noticed. "My family doesn't have enough money to order them online," The girl spoke, wondering if she was over stepping some kind of line saying that. She forgot the thought regardless, "I um-..." Erika hesitated a bit before speaking. Nessa could easily think Erika was lying about it... And that made the girl nervous. But, "I make them myself," she spoke sheepishly, her pink cheeks turning redder, "You know! From scraps... And stuff."
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2012 8:34 pm
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2012 4:49 pm
Erika couldn't help but show a large smile. It was strange to be admired for something that she really wasn't confident in. And even more so, Nessa seemed interested in learning. Erika turned around for a second and pumped her arm victoriously. She was excited about the chance to make a proper friend. She turned back to the other blonde quickly, keep her smile, "You don't!" Well, "I mean it's easier with one, but you don't need one," she informed Nessa with a voice that was a lot more confident than before. After saying that, the next words made the girl a bit nervous, "I wouldn't mind teaching you." She could come over, and they could talk about their lives! And they could dress up in cute clothes! And do... Other stuff! She didn't really know what else there would be to do, but it was more than nothing. Plus it would take time to teach someone to sew. Erika learned by herself, and... Well it was a trial. However, if teaching someone else how to do it was her chance to make a friend, she'd figure it out. "You could come over any time," She informed Nessa with another small smile.
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