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 Posted: Wed May 05, 2010 9:36 pm
 Friday. It was late in the evening and Eolande was giving in to the temptation that had been tickling through her head lately. Slowly she walked down a aisle and plucked at a colorful shirt. She liked this. The red and gold would look good with her hair. If she found a good pair of black pants then she knew what her targets would be when she came back later. Still..what about a dress? Eolande tried to keep her mind from focusing on exactly what it was she was planning on doing. Stealing was definitely not a 'Good Guy' action. But..she deserved a little reward didn't she? She wasn't exactly doing anything that was going to hurt anyone. It was just a shirt and pants..and...maybe that necklace... Eolande stopped wandering and stood by the jewelry case. Her eyes fixed on a yellow gemstone necklace and smiled a little. She just needed to figure out how to get it out of the case when she came back later...
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Posted: Wed May 05, 2010 10:11 pm
Bags stacked in her arms Mark left another store, a look of utter content stuck on her face. New shoes, new shirts, new skirts, new bracelets and necklaces....ahhh, a good day. She even had a new necklace on, her usual collar with that new little bell and a silver chain with several charms on it. The only large charm being a silver plaque with a Chinese symbol on it for long life. She had no clue about the meaning, but it was pretty and that kinda thing was SO in right now!
Clearly the blond had been there long, she was even still in her school uniform, minus the vest of course. But she had her white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and several buttons....missed, leaving her with some cleavage and also showing off a cute pink bellybutton piercing.
She noticed the jewelery and was drawn like a moth to the flame, another silly look plastered over her face. A look of sure bliss and slight ecstasy. She loved it...trinkets! However she didn't quite notice her bags spreading a little too far out till she turned sharply and swatted someone with them....hard. Hard enough that several pairs of shoes escaped their boxes and clattered to the floor, much to her alarm. "NOOO!" she squealed, immediately working to pick them up, hoping she didn't get the leather scuffed. She didn't even bother to concern herself with the person she'd attacked with her bags. Thoughtless? Maybe a little...but she really liked her shoes.
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Posted: Wed May 05, 2010 10:43 pm
Eolande traced her fingers over the glass counter top. The necklace..maybe that tennis bracelet..and the earrings definitely. Of course,s he'd probably never wear them after she took them. She had no one she needed to impress. No fancy outings or dates planned. But to actually own them. That would be enough for her. If she hid them then she would always have them right? Such pretty bright things...
Eolande was so engrossed in admiring the sparkle of the jewelry, she never took notice of the other girl nearby. A wall of bags smacked into her, knocking her back a few feet. Now...normally such a hit a person would be able to shake off. Eolande was not like most normal people. She wrapped one arm around her other arm and held her arm to her side while exhaling a hiss of pain. Pain flared from the point of impact and traveled to her shoulder and fingers which quickly became numb. Tears squeezed from the corners of her eyes, but she held them back. It was embarrassing. A girl as solid as her should not get hurt so easily. Yet that was merely as it was. She was going to have a large bruise tomorrow on her arm. "Hey. No problem. I'm alright. So sorry for getting in the way of your shopping." Eolande irritably snapped as she watched the girl go shoe collecting without so much as a 'so sorry'.
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Posted: Wed May 05, 2010 11:01 pm
When she heard the voice she finally looked up, her eyes widening. Moe....
Mark dropped her bags again and stared at the pain-filled watery eyes and look of hiding the pain. So cute....the tears at the corner of her eyes sparkling in the florescent light of the mall. The thin, frail figure, the pursed lips, the childish pouty face......oh god so cute. She grabbed the girl's hands, and stared with the greatest composure.
".....so cute!" she squealed, doing her best to refrain from releasing her hands to give a hug. No, she could hold off, just holding those soft little hands were enough...so much cuter than Mark's own calloused hands.....sure her hands were well taken care of with nice nails and soft hands....but she did a lot of working with her hands...like the occasional time her daddy wanted her to help cover a shift at the construction site. Totally sucked! Her brothers were such a pain! And of course all those men....annoying. Perhaps why she found men so incredibly annoying...unless they were cute.
"Awe, how's your arm hunny? Sorry bout that," she said, pursing her well painted lips as she looked at the redness on her arm. Woops...
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Posted: Wed May 05, 2010 11:29 pm
She had not been expecting the girl to react in such a way. A afterthought apology was perhaps the best she had hoped for. Or maybe a snapped back response about how she wasn't going to die or anything. Or at least an excuse. Eolande had not expected the girl to simply drop her remaining bags and grab at her hands. The way she had chased after those shoes she had assumed that this girl was a shallow sort that prized possessions. So it brought a look of confusion most certainly to her features when this other girl squealed over her. "You...you think my being hurt is cute?" She asked in befuddlement. Eolande glanced down at the hands holding her own. This girl had...a bit of a strong grip. And here she had always thought girls had smooth grips.
Somehow Eolande found herself grasping for the familiar sense of brashness and cockiness. "I...My arm will be fine. Just bruised." She found herself responding without the anger in her voice like before. "Listen. I'm just...I am going to be fine. It's okay. This happens all the time. It's nothing. I mean..not being hit by shoe box's, but bruising and stuff." Oh good gods. She was rambling like a idiot!
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 12:17 pm
Mark gave a sweet laugh, smiling sweetly at her. "Silly thing, no. But there are certain people who look cute when they cry when there's just a slightest bit of moisture at their eyes and they're just trying their best not to bawl....very cute." She was a touch odd. She loved cute things though. Her bed was full of plush, her wardrobe had frilly dresses she never wore...they did get worn however...but lets leave it at 'Never make a bet with Mark'. Her brothers learned of her atrocious luck the hard way.
She paused and went back to pursing her lips as she inspected the arm. Well...didn't look too bad....but bruises weren't cute! Her little cutie would look like she had an abusive boyfriend or something! She did feel a touch guilty for that. "Then as an appology~" Mark picked up her bags again and looped her arm around Eolande's, giving her a light tug. "I'm going to take you out for icecream!" she decided, not really bothering to ask. After all, no one refused an invite from her. Maybe it was that her lovelies were very lovely, maybe because on some level people liked her chipper attitude, or it could just be that she never took no for an answer. "By the way, I'm Mark. You?"
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 1:39 pm
Did she just call her silly? Eolande blinked her blue eyes at this very odd girl. And here she had thought she was strange! She stood and listened with a perplexed look as Mark explained how tears could look cute. Somehow she did not see it in the least. Perhaps this girl was a little cracked inside? Eolande did not protest when the strange girl examined the darkening section of her arm. Damn. She would have to wear long sleeves tomorrow. Maybe she'd be lucky and it would be a rather cool day?
The situation grew even stranger as the girl would loop her arm into her own and pull her along after collecting her bags. "I...ah..." Eolande glanced back at the jewelry case. Well. She could always just grab things when she came back. If she came back. Now she was starting to have second thoughts about what she was planning on doing. "Icecream sounds...nice." Eolande finally managed to respond to this brash and bold girl. "You really don't have to though." Eolande blinked and found herself arching a brow at Mark. "Seriously? That is your name? Really?" Maybe it was a nick name of some kind?
"I'm Eolande. Listen, you really don't have to treat me or anything. You have a lot of stuff here, I'm sure it would just be awkward for you to haul that all around."
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 2:58 pm
"Pfff, when you're rude you need to apologize properly, and what better way is there than ice cream?" she asked, seeming to think it the most natural thing in the world. That was how her family dealt with such thing....or candy of some sort...or if it were her brothers it was a 'manly' apology before punching the other and laughing it off...however Mark was a good girl and learned that it never worked with other females.
"Yea, mom and dad like to fancy themselves psychic....Tabby and Julia are my brothers," she said, offering a playful smirk. "Needless to say they're not very good at it." She laughed and gave Eolande another tug with her arm. "Geeze, don't you know it's just as rude to refuse an offer as it is to not apologize? C'mon Lan, just go with the flow a little!" she laughed again and pulled her in the direction of the food court. Yes, Mark always had her own set pace, it was usually in the best interest of others if they simply followed along with it...she was rather determined in her own funny way...however she never meant any harm. "And besides, I never buy more than I'm willing to haul around. Tabitha is waiting for me to call to pick me up anyway~" she cooed, pulling out her metallic pink cell phone. Ahhh, big brothers were always so useful!
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 3:24 pm
She had finally found someone who could out do her it seemed. Well, she couldn't have expected to hit every city and claim to be the boisterous one every time could she? Not to mention the fact that Eolande merely acted loud and confident. This girl seemed to genuinely be everything Eolande tended to pretend. "I suppose." Eolande agreed with Mark. An apology was needed. But most folks cut loose at just a sorry! Maybe mark was on something... And by something she was thinking something legal at the very least.
"Poor brothers. I thought I had it bad with my name." Eolande replied with a shake of her head. "Alright. Alright. I'll have some icecream." As the shock started to wear away, Eolande was able to relax a bit more and accept that this was one free dessert she was not going to just walk away from yet. Besides...Eolande eyed the phone as it was pulled out. She wanted to see his boy with a girls name. She could only imagine how badly he got it in the locker room at school. Still... "Just...don't call me Lan. I really dislike it."
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 3:42 pm
Oh yes, through and through Mark was a loud and chipper gal. She was a bit bubbly but that seemed to be part of her charm, most saw her as harmless, friendly, and cute in her chipper nature, it wasn't far off. As far as being on anything...well as one would expect she wasn't into anything illigal, but that was easy to tell from the whites of her eyes, her perfectly groomed nails, and her skin being a nice complexion. Hell, she didn't even smoke. Then again, it was hard to work out with smoker lungs and she was fond of being as beautiful as she was, thus avoided anything that could be a potential risk to her beauty. Vain? Maybe a little.
Mark pursed her lips a little at this. Hm...what was a better nickname than Lan? Frankly Mark couldn't see anything wrong with it, but she shrugged it off. "Hm, well I think Eolande is a cute name," she said musingly. "Certainly more interesting than Mark...and totally cuter!" she said, pouting at the thought. Mark couldn't even be shortened to something cuter! What, get people calling her Mar? No. Ark? Yea right, so not cute. Lucky Julia...he had a cute name....but no, he had to ruin it by telling people his name was Jules...then again Jules could be a boy's name...Julia...well not so much.
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 4:20 pm
"I...guess it is cute. I really never thought much about it truthfully." Eolande answered Mark. This girl really just...seemed to be bubbling over with energy. In her minds eye she could see her running around with a wide grin on her face. As if this was something so normal and commonplace rather then unusual! "Well..I don't think Mark was ever intended to be given to a girl. It's hard to make something cute when it's not set up for it you know." Eolande shrugged her shoulders a bit and found herself blushing faintly. She hadn't been called cute in a rather long time. Not since her father had a business partner over for drinks.
"So hey... about the ice cream." Eolande tilted her head a little to one side. "Can I order anything at all that I want? Cause I'm suddenly craving a monster sundae."
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Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 12:46 am
"Well that's because most normal people don't name their cute daughters by boy names!" she said, again pouting. But she didn't seem too angry about it, after all....at least it made her a little different. "Haaaah, it totally sucks though, I totally love cute things and yet my name is like, the uncutest ever!" she said, tilting her head in thought. She paused to look over at Eolande and grin. "We should definitely find you a cute dress with like, lots of frills!" she said happily. Now, Mark herself never wore frilly things...they just didn't suit! She was more pretty than cute...a curse in her mind. She'd rather have big doe-eyes and small cute perky breasts, and dainty tiny gently girly hands....BAH! She blamed her family for stealing her chances to be cute!
"Sure!" she chimed. "Ooooh! I think I'm going to get a parfait!" she said eagerly. Mmm...layers upon layers of yum! She'd have to ask for like, extra chocolate! Ahh, Mark most certainly was most definitely a girl.
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Posted: Sat May 08, 2010 2:48 pm
"Well you know.." Eolande spoke as she walked along with Mark. She gestured with her hand and smiled. "Why not call yourself Marky? That's kinda cute." She suggested, then paused to blink. "A..cute dress?" Eolande glanced down at her current outfit and uneasily tugged at the bottom of her brown shirt.. "I am not certain how good I would look in frills Mark. I've never been a overly cute kinda girl. I really don't think I'd look good."
Eolande nodded her head when talk turned back to food, and her eyes lit up. "I know a amazing recipe for a triple chocolate, strawberry and cherry parfait. I really really like cooking and making desserts."
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Posted: Tue May 11, 2010 7:21 pm
"Well some people call me that, you can if you wanna," she said with a bit of a shrug. Frankly she didn't see much difference in the levels of cute....but then she loved the cute fluffy kittens and big-eyed does. "Yes, a totally cute dress. You need like....a super fluffy, frilly lacy dress! I'm sure it would look just too adorable!" she said happily. She gave her arm another playful tug and hug. Yes, she was very set in her ways, such as thinking that girls all looked cute in dresses. It was like, sooooo 'moe'.
She perked at that mention and squealed excitedly, tugging again on her arm. "Oh my God! You should like, so come over some time and make some sweets for me!" she squealed. Yes, she was a very friendly and open person. One would assume she was completely unguarded....well, people that thought that had never seen her kickboxing. Those buns of steel didn't happen on their own!
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Posted: Tue May 11, 2010 9:10 pm
Eolande found herself looking down at her red jeans uncertainly. Her? In a dress? She didn't even wear dresses to the school dances when she could attend them. She reached down to pinch and pluck at the bottom of her shirt as she tried to imagine it as a dress. She just...could not see it. Frills? Fluffy? Lacey? Eolande looked back up at Mark as she was hugged up against her once more. "Well...maybe...but I don't have any dresses or money to waste on one so I guess we will never know." She spoke with a faint smile on her lips. That smile faltered as mark squealed and tugged on her arm so happily. Something about all the joyful energy this girl shone with made her feel a bit more shy then normal. Perhaps it was her desire not to have the entire mall starring at them?
"Come...over? I suppose..." She spoke with a faint blush creeping into her cheeks. It took her at least a few days before inviting Marlon over to her place, and here this boy-girl was inviting her over in just a few minutes!
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