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The Wizarding World Captain
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 Posted: Wed Feb 02, 2011 10:40 am
These people do not offer cookies, nor do they care to tell you the entrance is UNDERNEATH all their display clothes. WTF.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 10:48 am
Jacket can stay. I like the jacket.
*Shoves her way into the shop, scowling at the hanging dresses and skirts*
First impulse tells you to grab what?
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 11:03 am
A new jacket?
*Smiles and looks around the shop, wondering the ******** you were supposed to browse with so much s**t everywhere*
I have no clue. I don't really do the whole...fashion thing. I have jeans, my jacket, my boots and my ripped up shirts. I had shades, but those got busted up months ago.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 11:05 am
Here. *Hoists up a random pile of what seems to be male-oriented clothing and shoves it in his arms* Try this s**t on.
The correct answer is -- everything.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 11:10 am
...Right. *Takes the pile of clothing and goes over to the changing rooms, watching one of the sales associates as she walks past* I can live with this.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 11:14 am
*Snaps her fingers in his face, her subsequent scowl quite alarming* Clothes off just long enough to get new clothes on, ********.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 11:19 am
*Rolls his eyes*
Yes, mother.
*Goes into the changing room, but manages to give a smile to the girl trying to hang up more clothes before he disappears behind one of the booth doors and begins to shuck his clothes off*
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 11:22 am
*Folds her arms across her chest, leaning back against the changing room, fixing the employee with an unwavering glare*
Calm down, honey, he has AIDS.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 11:27 am
scream
I DO NOT. Hey, what the ******** out in a pair of low riding jeans, the material torn and frayed and only catching the soft curve of his hip. Has a long sleeved black shirt on over it and a denim vest littered in graffiti and smears of pain, the fabric just as torn up as the jeans. The only bit he didn't like about it was the fact the bottom of his stomach was showing, and the gentle swell of his stomach made him vaguely uncomfortable. But then again..*
These are great for drinking a keg with. Seeing as our after show parties will be ********' sick.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 11:29 am
You will. *Deadpan* Fatty.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 11:30 am
The only reason Reg had you do this with me instead of me by myself was so he could insult me and I couldn't just hang up on him, right?
Lame.
*Goes back in, tearing the clothes off to try something else*
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 11:31 am
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 11:34 am
I probably will.
*Comes back out in better fitting jeans, a black tank, his jacket and a pair of sunglasses*
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 11:36 am
Good. *Reaches around him, yanking up the articles of his previous outfit and his original clothing; shoves a credit card at him* Pay.
*Follows the employee girl out as she goes to take a smoke break*
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