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 Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 1:30 pm
[Note on the title: Oh, I totally went there. *hides*]
Booriing. That's what life had been lately. Boring with a big, old uppercase B. Yes, so the news kept going on and on about all of the weird things that had been happening, but... Who watched the news anyways? Not her, nope. Not Cordelia Carden.
So what was it that Cordelia Carden did when life was dull and dreary days got her down? Shop. That's right, she pulled out the little piece of plastic that served as a reminder to her parents that she was still alive (after all, if they didn't receive a monthly statement dictating what she'd bought she wasn't shopping and if she wasn't shopping there was a serious problem) and she headed to the mall. There was always something waiting with her name on it at the mall, be it a new skirt or a fancy shirt, or maybe even some new accessory to jazz up her school uniform so that she wasn't just another girl.
With a little twitter of delight she dashed into her favorite store, giving a little twirl to the music before heading for the sale racks. There had to be something worth buying in here today... Something.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 2:12 pm
Boring was quite the opposite of what life had been for Demetri Demy. He was almost starting to wish things would go back to normal. Almost. If they did he wouldn't have the cool Negaverse agent thing going on, or the jumping ability, or be special.
Then again he wouldn't also be cringing from rib issues or having to deal with the fact he had killed people.
But no, he couldn't think of that right now, or he'd go back to being a giant puddle of emo in his dormroom. Z was probably worried sick about him, so he had to do -something- to prove he was okay.
Which was, of course, going to the mall and shopping around. If he came home with some shiny new thing and a fresh supply of glowsticks it'd send the message that he was fine, right? Right. First things first, he had to go find a new pair of jeans to fix up. Which, by fix up, meant it had a life of fashionable rips and trinket attaching ahead of it.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 3:34 pm
"Hm..." She browsed through the racks like a whirlwind, terrorizing hangers as she tugged them off of one rack, holding their article of clothing against her before shoving it back without care. Why was it that nothing was popping out at her? She hadn't seen one thing yet that just screamed her name so loud that she had to take it, try it on, stare at herself for a bit and then take it home.
Just when she'd about given up it happened. From across the room she spotted a pair of jeans. No, not 'a pair'. They were THE pair. Not much of a jean person to start out with (unless she was at home and they were comfortable, or they were just killer), she knew that if a pair caught her eye then she had to have them, preferably now. God help anyone who came in between her and those pants... Or that shirt beside them, or the necklace on the wall...
"C'mon, Cordy, focus."
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 3:51 pm
Demy on the other hand was totally a jeans person. They were easy, they were comfortable, and if he could get away with it he'd probably wear them almost 24/7. The Hillworth uniform kind of ruined that, but hey, he could dream!
On the near opposite side of the room, the blonde was rummaging his way through a discount bin of various trinkets. Keychains, zipperpulls, random things that most people didn't give a second glance were quite interesting to him. Really, just add a few to an existing outfit and you had something new! It was soooo easy!
And then he too spotted the ever elusive The Pair Of Jeans. Capitals necessary. Of course, quickly winding his way through the racks to get to the sacred pair of jeans was the next logical course of action. Which of course led to him paying not a damn bit of attention to anyone else in the store.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 4:07 pm
Not much for the 'thrift' section of the store she hadn't even noticed her potential competition. So 'one track' was her mind that she seemed to perfectly tune out everything but the sound of heaven's choir as she reached for The Pair. Slender fingers stretched out, finger tips just barely grazing the fabric, and then...
Something touched her. The jeans? No. This touch wasn't denim, or anything close. This touch was... Her head turned slowly, eyes going wide as they met another pair of eyes. A boy?
Her face heated but she didn't pull her hand back, fingers instead securing their hold on the jeans. Alright, so maybe he was cute, but... She'd found the jeans first. On the girl's side of the store. These jeans were totally hers.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 4:16 pm
Bright green eyes and one giant happy grin met the other's gaze. Oh ho, meeting a pretty girl while reaching for The Jeans? Well he didn't exactly swing that way but it wasn't like he couldn't use all the charms at his disposal anyway, right?
Though something was tugging at the back of his mind, trying to tell him 'Hey! This one's -familiar- ya know?'. It was quickly pushed aside for more important things. Like securing his own grip on the denim fabric. And no, he didn't care if this was the girl's side of the store.
"So...hey there. Going for something, are we?"
Nooooot if he had anything to say about it. Which he totally did, by the way.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 4:24 pm
Whatever awe there might have been in having her fingers brushed by a 'cute boy' was completely gone when she saw his fingers grasp the other side of the jeans that she was already holding on to. "I saw them first." There. She'd laid her claim to them, that was a start... Now to discourage him.
"You're in the wrong department, you know. All of the boy's clothes are over there." She tilted her head, not willing to take her eyes too far from him least he try and pull a fast one on her. "And, I really doubt these are your size. They've got my name all over them." And they so would as soon as she got them back to the dorm. Her name would get stitched right onto the tag so that no one else could try and claim them as their own.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 4:40 pm
"Actually, I think whoever made them saw them first ya know? Or maybe the person that designed them when they first saw it in their mind and penciled it down. There's also the fact that seeing isn't like...owning man. It's just seeing. With the eyes. That we all have. Unless we're blind..those poor people that can't see at all, dunno how colorful and beautiful our world is..."
Making sense? Not one bit. Blurting out one thought after another as they rolled through his head? You bet!
"Besides, how do you know I'm not shopping for someone else hrm?"
Not that he'd ever be caught dead -with- a girl. Like really with one. Just no. No no no. But it was a good bluff!
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 4:45 pm
"Pff. Puh-lease. Everyone knows that boys shouldn't buy things like jeans for girls. Jeans are something that every girl needs to try on to make sure they fit just right. What would you know about that, hm?" Her brow lofted slightly as her fingers tightened their hold on the denim, giving them a light tug just a little bit closer to her, seeming to completely ignore his ramble on who saw what first.
Although after it was all said and done something about his prattle tickled the back of her mind as being familiar... Oddly so. Not the sort of familiar that she'd just hand over The Jeans to, but the sort that she at the very least had to question.
"Do I know you?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 4:50 pm
The light tug was quickly met by a tug on his own end of the jeans. Ah ah ah, no way was he going to let them go so easily.
"What if said someone -can't- go shopping right now? What if they're very ill or something, and I'm on some kind of holy quest to get the sacred jeans of healing that'll cure all that ails the---"
He stopped his -incredible- story, an eyebrow rising just slightly as he examined the other. Did she? Hell, did he know her?
"I dunno, maybe you do? The name of Demy Wright gets around pretty good..."
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 4:59 pm
"Demy?" Her nose scrunched as she said the name he gave, almost as if someone had just waved something icky in front of her and she hadn't been able to keep her composure. 'Demy' wasn't a name that she remembered... No, it seemed more like the sort of name that someone would give their pet. Maybe a hamster, or an annoying little dog. C'mere, Demy!
She blinked, shaking her head as her mental train derailed, attempting to get everything back on track. Focus, Cordy. The Jeans. Remember the jeans. "These are in no way your sacred jeans of healing. Have you been watching the news with all of that weird stuff or something? And, no, the name 'Demy'... Is that even a name? Isn't familiar. The only Wright I know, knew, was a cute little boy named Demetri."
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 5:09 pm
"Uh yeah, Demy?"
What the hell was with the way she repeated his name? It was a perfectly acceptable name! He had picked it out himself afterall, of course it was awesome.
"Watching the news...uhhh no. Not a news person myself, not really at all. Blah blah blah it's all boring stuff ya know? And...."
Here he froze, staring at the other in horror. His eyes had widened quite a bit, one even twitching slightly.
"SHHHH! How...how do you know that name?!"
With the way he said it and how he was glancing around one could think it was some sort of conspiracy theory.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 5:17 pm
"So it is you." She practically hissed, keeping her voice hushed least she draw too much attention in their direction. No, she hadn't come shopping with any of her friends but if any of them just so happened to be in the mall and they saw her talking to him then there was no doubt that her social status was shot.
"I knew it was you. These jeans are mine, Demetri Wright. Even if their maker saw them first..." Alright, so maybe she'd been paying a little bit of attention to his ramble. "... I saw them before you did and I touched them before you did and if you don't let them go this instant I'll... I'll..." She had to think of something good. Something amazing. "I don't know what I'll do. Yet. But I'll think of something."
Cordelia Carden. Ace Plotter Extraordinaire.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 5:33 pm
"STOPCALLINGMETHAT!"
The exclamation was followed by a horrified squeak and his free hand clapping over his own mouth. Oh dear god, okay okay okay...he just had to keep it down and nobody would notice right? Right. That stupid name of his wasn't getting out. Not at all!
He slowly uncovered his mouth so this conversation could continue.
"You...knew I was this 'cute boy' huh, and...."
Here he squinted, keeping a firm grip on the jeans with his other hand.
"Like I'm really afraid of what some girl is going to do...wait...Dolly? Is that you?"
Oh maaaaan if it was, this could really prove to be interesting.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 5:39 pm
If she hadn't been trained in the art of being 'lady-like' she would have cursed. Instead she took the only other option she felt she had at the moment and swung her purse at him, fingers tightly grasping the straps while her other hand still kept its firm hold on the jeans. No way in hell was she losing to Demetri Wright.
"It's Cordelia to you, buster! Better yet, don't say my name at all. If anyone sees me in here talking to... To you[/i..." She made a face again as she eyed him over, wondering what on earth she'd been thinking when she'd put 'Demetri Wright' and 'cute boy' in the same place. "Ugh. You don't still eat dirt, do you?"
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