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 Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2017 6:21 am
They had some time to themselves, like several days worth of it. Jamie hopped into his car and promised to show him the world. Here they are at one of the largest malls in Bloomington, Minnesota. He had never been and neither had Zeke. It was time to see what fun they could have out on their own for a little while.
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Posted: Fri Aug 04, 2017 6:23 am
Jamie was never one to not seize the day. When he came through the front doors, his presence alone made some turn and look his way. It wasn't like he was doing anything to stick out either. His hair was shaved, at a low but clearly visible dark brown buzz complete with Aviator glasses. His polo shirt was pink, believe it or not as he felt inspired to look like he was going for a game of golf. It was like him to be discrete, but pink was never his color. He loved blue instead. Still, he couldn't deny such a color when he gazed upon it and saw how the horse on it gave the slightest shade of green. It was tucked into the Khaki pants he wore complete with a brown belt and brown casual wear dress shoes. “You should definitely wear this sometime,” he said to his companion. “It's quite nice once you rule out the fact that it's pink and it could be worse.” Nothing ever slipped his sight and that included a figure in the arcade nearby dancing his woes away to the Dance Dance Revolution machine. He was clad in a black T-Shirt, the red lumberjack esque shorts complete with chains and the very reminiscent hairstyle to that of an emo. The dance he performed was not that of the norm, that of which many like Jamie called it the semi Salute. “That right there is worse,” he chuckled. “I often wondered if at some point would you too break out into such a dance.” There they were, at Zeke’s nightmare: Hollister & Co.
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Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2017 6:25 am
 Zₑₖₑ ₐᵤgᵤₛₜᵢₙₑxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Zeke was not the social butterfly, he was more of an antisocial wasp. He had agreed to a road trip but seeing the attire his companion was in made him regret it. While the older one stood proud of his outfit, Zeke was there in dark jeans with one knee ripped open a red hoodie with a screen printed skull on the back and a black t-shirt and a look of why am i here. His natually black hair while not very messy, did give him a look of simply not caring. "You look like a youth minister at some new age church, no thank you...." He said when it was suggested he wear the unholy pink outfit. Zeke peered to where the guy was doing a weird dance. "You know your doing bad when I think its weird....." He said agreeing on this one. He learned why they where here once they where past the point of no return. He was getting new clothes that had colors he hoped wouldn't make him puke. He looked at all the upbeat clothing store and wondered what horrors he would see in his first tourture chamber.
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Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2017 9:23 am
His mouth was left in a slight state of open awe as an idea came to mind. Then it turned to an ominous smile, one that perhaps Zeke could pick up on for even helping the religious nutjob conjure such an idea."Oh yea, I'm totally gonna embarrass you with that guitar."
Before fully entering inside the department, he gave one more glance underneath his shades at the figure dancing his would be woes away on the Dance Dance Revolution Machine and chuckled cheekily before heading inside with Zeke. The goal for them, more than anything else, was to act "normal." Jamie could totally do that, even when someone paraded around in a hero costume insisting they could save the day. Zeke probably could, but here they were, in a place of which would be the least likelihood of the Hydrokinetic's existence: Polo shirts and khakis.
"It's not that bad, you'll see,"he said in a very trollish disney-esque tone with his voice as if to sing."I won't dress you up in any color you wouldn't like, unless...you really do like pink and you're just ragging on the fact I'm wearing it."
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2018 5:36 am
Zₑₖₑ ₐᵤgᵤₛₜᵢₙₑxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Zeke grunted at the use of his full first name. He hated it, it reminded him of his own late super religious parents. "So like that weird pep talk you do before we all go do some important s**t?" He said comparing it to actual planed missions or heists. He was smart enough to be subtle while in public. On the note of subtle they entered the realm of douche bags and preppy poupular kids, Hollister & Co. The music sucked and the place smelled of fabric and self entitlement. He would at least humor Jamie, mabye they have a non gag worthy color here. He was at the safest section, jeans. Some looked comfortable enough. Others looked like certain.... parts would be way to tight. He felt like he wouldn't be allowed leave with out something mabye he can get pants and be done with it.
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Posted: Sat Jan 06, 2018 3:15 pm
He had done his job all the well as adding Master to it probably did nothing more but remind him of his previous life with his cuckoo foster parents. Nothing like a good old convent to make someone feel like they're a part of an ominous master plan, right? Well, maybe there was a master plan at hand here, but for the time being, Jamie just smiled.
"Yes," he responded. "Exactly like that, only this time, I don't have someone with the lack of distinctive brain cells to warrant one, but just for old times sakes, buddy."
He began laying out some sort of motivational context right then and there and the time could not be any more perfect. With Katy Perry singing about shining brighter than the moon on the store's PA, a speech of which could warrant a person wanting to gag was given, but Jamie stopped when they appeared before the jeans. It might have appeared he was just examining the fabrics, but his eye had caught something in the distance and so, as if to play it cool, he played along.
"Well, I've certainly never taken you to wear jeans. I've usually just seen you in the typical baggy warm ups. Do you prefer dark? Light? Medium? And what's your leg preference? I hear people like terminating their chances for fatherhood with skinny legs these days."
He could keep taking light jabs about how Zeke dressed, but it was only him showing a sign of affection. He had actually grown to sticking around with a few individuals from Wicked, after all.
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