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 Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 2:36 pm
Dasha stared at the customer for a short moment before shrugging and walking over to one rack of clothing.
"Personally, I would like something like this on a guy," she said, pulling out a purple, button-down shirt. It was short sleeved with the ends of the sleeves folded up slightly, held in place by one black button.
The guy stared for a moment, not appearing to care for it at first before a small smile came onto his face.
"Well that's very interesting," he commented, his eyes falling to the side to look at some of the other items.
Dasha watched him for a moment before a small smirk came onto her face.
"If you don't like this then there's some other things I find are popular," she said before putting the shirt back. She walked over to another ring of clothing. She searched it for a short moment before pulling out a pink and yellow t-shirt with some flowery design on the front.
"Are you sure this is men's clothing?" the guy asked, raising an eyebrow.
Dasha nodded. "Yes. The whole store is."
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2009 3:29 pm
Roland caually walked through the long hallways, headed for his favorite store. He glanced around at the just-opening stores. He felt in his pocket for his wallet, pulled it out and checked how much money he had brought along. Just enough, he thought, and continued his walk.
Enora strolled over to the area where she could see the movie times being displayed. She looked around, besides a few people walking around, and the man standing at the ticket counter, there wasn't anyone. Casually she wandered over to the theaters, and walked right into the long hallway. She found the closest showing of the movie from outside and walked inside that room.
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 10:55 am
Holly strolled past the store filled with men's clothing. Glancing in, she saw an associate showing a man a pink and yellow shirt with a ridiculous floral design. She smirked. Everyone was different. Walking a few steps more, she found that the western wear store was closed. And it would be for another hour. Irritation flashed across her face, then she shrugged. A second item on her to-do list was to find something for her dad. His birthday was coming up and he could use another dress shirt.
She turned and walked into the men's clothing store.
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Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2009 7:29 am
Derek rolled a joint and smelled it, smiling as the kids walked past, their parents grimacing disapprovingly and hiding young faces behind their hands. He stuck the joint behind his ear, smiling happily, and lounging back. It was then that his pants ripped with a loud I-haven't-been-washed-in-nine-days-and-would-no-longer-like-to-be-your-pants sound.
"Okay." Derek said, shrugging. He stood up to find the nearest place he could steal some jeans.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 8:09 am
FYE was just opening as Roland walked inside the fairly large store. He looked around for the hard rock/ metal section. He found it and strolled over looking for a certain CD he had been dying to buy.
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Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 7:33 pm
Derek wandered into some girly-man's fashion store. Chuckling to himself, he made it over to the pants rack and quietly slipped a pair of trousers off te hanger. While he was at it, he quickly nabbed a neatly folded shirt, and made his way to the dressing room. He removed the tags and neatly folded his old, worn clothes, sticking the back on the racks as replacements. Smiling at himself in the mirror, he chuckled.
"Damn, kid. You look good." he said to himself, turning this way and that.
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 1:02 pm
Holly noticed the guy that was high, but paid no attention to him. She glanced at the blue shirt in her hands, critically examining it. She frowned at it. No. It was entirely too blue for her father.
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 6:42 pm
A quiet snore came from one of the backrooms that one of the back halls lead to followed quickly by a loud 'thud'. Cole lay face down on the hard floor of a storage room. He had been napping on top of a pile of boxes when he rolled to get more comfortable and promptly fell off. A string of colorful curses were uttered as he slowly lifted himself up, rubbing his quite possibly broken nose. Blood dripped from it and he attempted to wipe it away with his hand.
"Damn it....damn it all," he grumbled to himself as he put his hand up on top of one of the boxes to lift himself up. Of course, with his luck, the box wasn't quite steady and it fell over. Cole started to fall forward before he caught himself and stood up.
"I hate this place. I really do. Why do I work here?" he muttered, putting the back of his hand back up to his nose to keep the blood from dripping onto the floor or his white uniform shirt.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 9:31 am
Derek left the shop and ignored the alarm going off, walking away as if he were anyone else. That's the best way to get away, you know. Pretend like nothing's wrong, blend in, ho hum...
As soon as he rounded to corner, he took the joint out from behind his ear, lit it, and took a long drag. He held it in for as long as he could, then let it out, coughing and gasping for air.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 11:19 am
Luna yawned as she swung her lanyard on her outstretched finger. Her shift had just ended at the cinema and she was ready to just go home and nap. She took a quick glance outside and revised her plan. It was too light outside, that and here was where that guy she liked worked. Perhaps she'd see him.
She walked on for some more, passing a men's clothing store on her way.
A shadow came up behind her as she walked, a hand falling on her shoulder.
"Ello Luna love, how are you fairing?" called the voice.
Luna turned with a smile, ignoring the smell of the man that passed her. Was he smoking something?
"Greetings Flint. You haven't seen my friend have you?"
Flint smiled, nodding as he held up a finger telling her to wait. He casually walked over to the passing man.
"Derek, long time frequent see. Now whats this?" he said as he plucked the joint from his hand. He ran it under his nose quickly before smiling.
"Here? Really? There's no place safe from you is there?"
The guard snubbed the joint on the bottom of his shoe before holding out out in front of Derek's face.
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 11:52 am
Cole shoved a pair of doors open, emerging from the back rooms behind some store. He really couldn't remember which one it was, and, at the moment, it didn't really matter. He just wanted his nose to stop throbbing and bleeding all over. He pulled his hand away momentarily to see how much blood had gotten on it. It was quite covered, in fact. He put the back up to his nose again and glanced down the hall to see where he was. He needed to get to the nearest bathroom and shove a whole roll of toilet paper up it. Quickly regaining his barrings, he turned down one way and began briskly walking towards the sign that was labeled 'restrooms'. He could just hear his boss's comments if he found out about this. 'This is why we don't nap on the job' or 'That's what you get'.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 12:34 pm
Derek snatched the joint back hastily and put it back behind his ear. He stood up straight and smoothed out the creases on his brand new clothes, trying to look very civil and well bred.
"Just be thankful it isn't anything else, Flint." He said with a hint of pride. His finger tapped on his leg. It suddenly seemed that he spasmed to the right, but actually he was just grabbing for his notebook with both hands. He had just thought of somehting, and didn't want to lose it.
The security rag on Derek's shirt breifly tasted fresh air, as the centripital force of Derek spinning caused the tucked in bit of clothing to come loose. Realizing his mistake, Derek quickly tucked the tagged part of the shirt back in, hoping that it wasn't seen.
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 7:31 pm
Flint eyed him for a second, seeing the tag out of the corner of his eye but not really looking. Here he took the opportunity to move closer, grabbing the man's collar and pulling his towards him.
"I am lucky mate, but not luckiest. Not yet anyway. Mind being a kind bloak and helpin me?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 6:24 am
"Well, since you have an unnerving british accent, I guess I can do something. "What do you need?" Derek asked, wanting to please the man so he didn't have to return the clothes.
The clothes, on the other hand, pleaded for Flint's help. They wanted freedom from this druggies seldom-washed body! The shirt collar itself was close to death from inhaling the man's noxious mouth-fumes! You don't even want to know what the pants were thinking.
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 3:30 pm
Hearing the alarm go off, Holly rolled her eyes. She just ignored the alarm and continued browsing.
With a small smile of satisfaction, she found a good-looking shirt for her father. She took it up to the counter and glanced around for someone to ring her up.
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