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 Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 1:00 pm
Micah was rubbish at shopping. She really was. She didn't ever take into account her skin type, her body shape, her complexion, or the shape of the garment. It was always the garment alone that she judged. She rarely ever tried anything on, guesstimating sizes and the way colors would interact with her skin. It had lead to more disappointments at home than she cared to admit. She could fill a few closets of the garments she had to return because she was sorely disappointed.
It could not be that way today. Today she was going on her first official Date with Keren. Today she would have to take her time and factor in everything before she made her purchase. She would look at her skin and how it washed out with pastels. She would see how her runners legs needed to be played down to look more feminine with shoes and tights. Everything would be attended to.
Which, it seemed, was easier said than done. Micah stood before the dressing room mirror in a powder blue A line dress. Certainly it was flattering on someone else. Someone not so... athletic. Micah bit her lip at her reflection, trying to make sure she wasn't just making it look back with her own preconceptions. She tilted her head to the side a little, newly released curls falling into her eyes. It had been a while since she'd just let her hair be loose. She wasn't used to it flying everywhere again yet.
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 5:50 pm
Paris liked shopping.
He didn’t always like spending money. Anyone who looked into his wardrobe and saw the collection of designer clothes and handbags might think otherwise, but he was frugal with his money and typically shopped only for sale, discount, and clearance items. Some of it he’d even managed to find in excellent condition at the Good Will (you’d be surprised the sort of things people just gave away). Otherwise, it seemed ridiculous to blow so much hard-earned cash on something that probably didn’t cost as much to make as the price-tag made it appear just because it had a name to it.
But he did love shopping even if he didn’t end up buying anything. He wasn’t the sort to shop and spend his sorrows away, but something had to be said for a little bit of retail therapy. A good trip encouraged good feelings, and he generally liked to feel good about himself. Take today, for example. So far he felt pretty good about today.
Paris stepped out of one of the private changing areas with the intention of using the dressing room’s three-way mirror (which the private areas lacked), currently in the midst of trying on what he thought was a rather cute dress, though it could probably use a couple of minor alterations to fit just right. He came to a stop when he noticed the mirror was already in use, watching the girl already standing in front of it with vague curiosity.
“Having trouble?” he asked, noting the look on her face. He didn’t think it was the look of a happy shopper.
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Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2013 3:28 pm
Sunshine Alouette Don't be angry! I'm sorry! Micah jumped fairly visibly at the sound of a voice behind her. Recovering, she flashed a pained smile at the reflection of the girl who had joined her. She made way by the mirror, moving carefully so as not to tear the seams of the too-tight dress. "Is it that obvious?" Her small laugh was even more pinched than her smile. She toyed loosely with hem of her dress. "I'm the worst at girl, I guess. I can't even shop." The dress creaked and pulled at her, making her too afraid to raise her arms to push the hair away from her face. So now, along with an ill fitting dress, Micah's hair was falling stupidly in her face, making her look like an urchin played dress up. She was better than this. Where she came from, she was pretty damn desired! And now look at her! Reduced to shambles at the very thought of a date with someone. "I just really want to look good for this date that I have tonight and... it looks like that's going to be a little more difficult than I had previously expected, you know?" Carefully, Micah reached back, pulling down the zipper and therefore loosening the dress. She lat out an audible breath and rubbed her chest, aching from the binding put on her rather... more-ample-than-wanted breasts. "It's like, if it fits over my arms, than it's too wide around the waist, but then if it fits my waist, then it binds my chest. And if it fits my chest, then it's a bag." Another painful chuckle before she gave up. "I dunno. Maybe I'll just go in jeans. If she doesn't like me in that then what good will that relationship be, right?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 2:06 pm
“There’s nothing wrong with wearing jeans on a date,” Paris said, lifting his thin shoulders into a shrug.
He, for one, would be thrilled if his significant other were to wear jeans more often when they went out.
“Depending on the place, of course,” he amended, remembering some of the fancier dining he and Chris had done over the months they’d been dating.
With the girl no longer obstructing his view of the mirror, Paris stepped forward to join her in front of it, turning this way and that so as to view it from all desirable angles. The waistline was quite flattering, though he knew it wasn’t just the dress in that respect. Paris was no stranger to vanity and would readily claim that he had a rather becoming waist. Ballet was kind to him—perhaps not to his feet, but to the shape of his body. The more feminine physique it had encouraged suited him, and to be honest he preferred it that way.
As he continued to peer at himself in the mirror, however, Paris inevitably decided that the dress made him look a bit dull. Oh, sure, it was cute on the hanger, but the color and the multiple patterns did very little else for him.
“You should get your clothes altered,” he suggested after he’d had his fill. “Buy it to fit your chest and then have someone take it in. I have to do that sometimes.”Sweenys_Revenge It's okay, bb!! I promise!! <33
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Posted: Fri May 10, 2013 12:45 pm
"I just want her to be happy to be seen with me, you know?" Micah forgot to hide her gaze, jealousy rising slowly in her gut before she stamped it down. I could probably beat her in the sprint, she fed her delicate pride, letting it swell back up to it's comfortable size in her chest. "Like, I want her to look at me and think 'that's my girl'. To be proud to be seen with me, you know?" Micah laughed wryly before she corrected, "Well, you might not know. All bird-fine steel that you seem to be. Everything probably looks good on you. I like that dress, as a matter of fact." Her smile was genuine, and the small lick of jealousy was nothing less than to be expected from a girl with delicate self esteem.
"Maybe you're right though. Hell, you are. Why date someone if you feel like you have to change everything, right? That's not going to make for a very healthy relationship." With a soft clink Micah hung the ill fitting dress up on the returns rack, resolving that it was for the better. Pale colors washed her out anyway. "Besides, tailoring is so expensive, and I'm so poor." She flashed a bright smile at Paris and held out her hand. "Micah, by the way. My vote is for the dress. It looks good on you."
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Posted: Sat May 11, 2013 8:28 am
“Paris,” he returned the introduction, taking Micah’s hand for a brief shake. He laughed lightly at her compliment and smiled his thanks, but inevitably shook his head. “I don’t think the colors are very good for me. Almost make me look a bit washed out.”
He turned back to the mirror again to look himself over regardless. In doing so he considered Micah and the compliments she’d given him that almost sounded a bit self-deprecating. Should he do anything about that? Would that be the nice thing to do? Or would Micah rather not be bothered by him?
Normally Paris wouldn’t care so much one way or the other. She was essentially a stranger and there was every possibility that he would never see her again after they parted ways upon leaving the dressing room.
But she was trying to look nice for her date, and she seemed genuinely bummed that she couldn’t seem to find anything she deemed nice enough. The Paris of old wouldn’t have cared, would have thought dating was a waste of time, but the Paris who loved Chris and felt giddy over all of their dates felt bad that Micah was having such a hard time.
“What part of your body do you like the best?” he wondered, turning back to her again. “You should find something to highlight that. Like, I like my waist, so I usually try to find clothes that show off how thin it is, right? My legs, too. My boyfriend loves my legs, and that makes me feel good about them, so when we go out I try to wear something that shows a decent amount of leg. Not a lot, but enough. ”
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 12:16 pm
Her best feature? Micah had never really thought about that. She’s always figured that she was too Scottish for her liking. Scottish being her kind version of stocky. Turning this way and that, she took stock of herself in the mirror. Her full intention of finding something good about herself quickly came to a screeching halt. Her legs, though fit for running, were too angular, and the constant pounding her knees took made them knobby and weird. Her calves could probably cut through diamond, and while that was something she flaunted on the track, she kept them rather hidden in everyday life. Her torso was too boxy, her shoulders were too wide, her hair was a mess… this was having the opposite effect of what she wanted. Her face fell and she went back to gnawing at her bottom lip (which was too thin and always looked like it was being sucked into her mouth). She ran her eyes up and down her form in the mirror once more before the flash of gold caught her attention. Duh. Of course. Micah had always loved her eyes. The shape, the color, the way the changed with her expression. A small smile returned to Micah lips as she nodded, finally turning to Paris confidently. “My eyes. I like my eyes the best. At the risk of sounding horribly feminine…” Another bright grin, this time followed by a small giggle.
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Posted: Sun Jul 07, 2013 1:19 pm
Someone had a serious problem with self-esteem, it seemed.
Not that Paris couldn't understand. He wasn't without his own issues in the area of body-image, nor was he always as confident about himself as he liked to make other people believe, but this was just sad. At least he liked more about himself than his eyes—which he also happened to like, now that they were on that subject, but it certainly wasn't first on his list. That it was the only thing Micah could come up with was kind of pathetic when she wasn't a bad looking girl by any means.
He did, however, try to sound supportive. At least it was something to build upon, whether or not it solved everything.
“Then you should shop for stuff in colors that bring out your eyes more,” he said.
He took a moment to consider their color. Gold wasn't exactly a common color in eyes, was it? Though he knew a few people with a similar hue. Chris was the first person that came to mind, and Paris tried to decide which colors he thought best suited his boyfriend.
“Try something purple,” he suggested. “Or a sort of olive green would look nice, too. Especially eyeshadow. I mean, if you're into make-up, that is. And if you really want to wear a dress but don't want it to look too feminine, you could always find one that's a little more casual and wear leggings with it and then dress it down even more with shoes. Like converses or something. Kind of fun and sporty. As long as you're not going anywhere with a fancy dress code.”
He paused before deciding he might as well offer, “Did you want me to look around with you?”
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Posted: Thu Aug 08, 2013 3:18 pm
Purple. Micah liked purple. A lot. And olive green was a nice color. She already had severa; pairs of cargo pants in that color, though those may not be date clothes, as of now. She was trying to make a good impression. She tapped her chin and cocked her head to the side. Yeah, that made sense. She was fair skinned and jewel tones would keep her from getting too washed out. Misha had always been telling her the same thing – she didn’t know why it was only hitting her now that someone else was telling her. And maybe she’d go down the road Paris suggested; a dress and some leggings. She knew she had ballet flats lying around somewhere she could use, though… depending on the color… Paris’ offer shocked Micah out of her musings. She shook her head like she was shaking off a dream and smiled warmly at the other girl. “No I… I think I got it. Casual dress and leggings sounds good. Doable and not too far out of what I usually wear just…” Micah shrugged, still moderately unsure of herself when it came to fashion. But hey, maybe Keren would see any fashion fails as endearing and so very Micah. Especially since Paris’ help had given her a small measure of courage – but really courage is courage, no matter the amount. “Thank you,” she said, holding out her hand. “I’ll even use that advice later on when I go shopping. Who knows, maybe next time you see me I’ll be on the cover of a magazine,” she joked.
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