Hollister! (Esper)

[roscoe]

Roscoe padded along the promenade, humming a jaunty Egyptian tune and peering into every second shop window, pretending she gave a damn about what the in people were wearing that season. The sun was beating down on the pavement, and Roscoe had to step lightly to avoid melting her black flipflops on the tarmac. She undid the knot in her white cotton top and let it fall to cover her midriff, and pulled up her impossibly baggy jeans, which were trailing on the floor about five centimetres behind the heels of her feet.
Grrrrrr...
Her stomach let out a low grumble and Ros winced slightly. She didn't usually eat people (at least not when in human form) but right now they almost looked... tempting.
Roscoe needed a sandwich.
Roscoe also needed a vampire to fleece.
A human would do too, but humans... humans were less fun. A vampire would probably put up a fight, not that they could do much in a crowded street at midday.
Roscoe looked up, crossed the busy road, and dived into the original modern vampire trap.

Outside Hollisters was a jet-black Merc with tinted windows. That was a good sign; Ros drew a finger along its shiny hood, wished herself luck, and pushed open the door of the shop. A sales attendant was busy putting a large consignment of ripped t-shirts onto a rack, a couple of girls were giggling in front of a huge poster of My Chemical Romance and in the corner a pale, pretty woman with blood-red lips was perusing a stand of fishnet dresses.
There's my vampire.
Roscoe had about three seconds of moral qualms before she moved in for the picking. Slipping up the aisle behind the woman, she blew on her fingers and invoked the good name of Fagin.

That was when she bumped into someone.

((Bleh, repetitive post. x.x I hope you don't mind.))

[esper]

OOC: lol, no worries. And sorry my post is so long... i get carried away when I write... XD

Jennifer had been immensely relieved to get out of the heat when she first stepped into the blessed air conditioning of the store. Now, however, she was starting to doubt herself and wonder if she was better off outside, preferably far away from the vicinity that the woman in front of her occupied. Armed with a file of images and instructions from Ms. Reynolds and a company credit card, she had come to pick up outfits for the models in the next issues photo-shoot. However, Little-Miss-Priss here wasn't helping, contrary to what she might think.

"Oh, I'm sure this will go great on them! And it's the perfect size. Personally, I think mini-skirts are all the rage, make your legs look amazing," the platinum blond babbled while riffling through items on a rack. Holding up her selection, she displayed a barely-there piece of tattered jean, scarcely capable of even being called a skirt. Jennifer sighed in well hidden frustration, and massaged her temples.

"No. You're not listening to me. I need brown, or dark kaki cargo pants. Pants, do you understand? And some layered tank tops, in neutral colors."

The blonde blinked at her, her expression blank. Jen thought that maybe something was starting to sink in past the girl's obvious lack of wits, but she just smiled plastically and continued her pitch for the season's mini skirts. Jennifer nearly growled in aggravation. Removing her sunglasses, she perched them on top of her head and turned to scan the racks around her. Her sharp eyes quickly landed on what she was looking for, and she examined her snag. Perfect. Ah, shoot... size 5. Most of those models are sizes 0 to 3... Whipping around, she turned to interrupt the salesperson with an inquiry to a smaller size. However, she was stopped short as she collided with someone. Grabbing the person's arm to steady both herself and them lest they fall into a rack of clothing, she mumbled an apology. Glancing up, Jennifer looked into a pair of surreal ice blue eyes set in a dark, angular face. Her gaze drifted from the young girl's exotic features to her sun-kissed skin, toned shoulders and slim frame. "Yes..." she murmured. "Just a moment, please," she requested of the young girl, steering her around to show to the salesgirl. "Here. Find me a pair of pants in this style, in a size that can fit this girl. And get me some tank tops, neutral colors, the kind that could go with her hair. Preferably something that actually covers as much as it exposes, so no low cuts."

The sales girl gaped at them both for a few seconds, mouth working as she silently tried to form words. Finally settling with a disconcerted frown, she threw the two young women a final baleful look before stalking off to do Jennifer's bidding. Sighing in relief to finally be away from the girl, she turned to the one she has bumped into. "I'm terribly sorry, I didn't mean to run into you. And thank you for helping me with her... I swear, with one more brain she would be a half- wit." Laughing lightly, Jennifer remembered her manners. Extending her hand, she smiled. "Jennifer Reed."

[roscoe]

Roscoe's facial expression, at that point, was what movie directors probably called the Zombie; i.e, eyes half-closed, mouth hanging cartoon-style towards the floor and shoulders slouched.

Then, her brain started to process things, beginning with the fact that the girl intended to buy her clothes, and not in some wishy-washy 'Oh you poor thing, here's a jacket' kind of way; more of a '*snap* Yes you, wear this' kind of way. Had it been the former, Ros would have sneered, grabbed the item and run away, but... The confident, poised attitude the brunette was wearing was slightly disarming.
"And thank you for helping me with her... I swear, with one more brain she would be a half- wit."
Roscoe sneaked a sideways glance at the attendant, busy rifling through a stack of trousers with a slightly disgruntled expression on her face, and had to agree, smirking slightly. Maybe she'd stay and see how this turned out. After all, free clothes... That wasn't something to be dismissed.
"Jennifer Reed."
Ros finally caught up with reality, and stared at Jen's extended hand for a bit before remembering what to do. "Oh yeah. I'm Roscoe. Nice to meet you."
Apparently, etiquette was a little like riding a bike. You never forgot.


((omg, no problem! I love reading long posts ))

[esper]

“Roscoe…” Jennifer repeated, rolling the name off her tongue experimentally. She did this partly to make sure she said it right, and partly to commit the girl’s name to memory. Flashing the girl a grin, she straightened up, adjusting her sunglasses on the top of her head; they had been slipping down. “Same here.”

Looking down, she frowned. “What’s with the jeans, hunny? You got a tall boyfriend or something?” The edges of Roscoe’s pants were trailing and torn to tatters. Brown, sandaled toes peeking out beneath the hem. Looking up, Jennifer snapped the attention of the sales girl. “Hey, blondie, you done yet? I haven’t got all day.” She knew her tone was harsh and reprimanding, but it was what worked. Too many people judged her by her young age, and thus treated her as lower than she would like. Her authorative voice and attitude was one of the few things that kept the people she dealt with in check. The blonde finally came over, and handed over the articles of clothing she had found. Finally satisfied with the girl’s selection, she turned on Roscoe, bustling her towards the changing room. “Roscoe, do me a favor? If you’re not in a hurry for anything, go in and try on these clothes. I need to see what works with what and how the outfits will actually look. I’ll need to snap some pics, too,” she finished, fishing a small digital camera out of her purse. Fussing with it for a moment, she finally managed to put it in an appropriate setting for the dimmed lighting in the back room.

OOC: mwahahahahah, modeling time, baby! work it! lol. blegh, I had no idea what to do here. Uncreativeness to the max. I personally don't shop at Hollister, but have been in there a few times. lol. And sorry I took so long, I got caught up in school work.... XD

[roscoe]

((heheh, no worries. Actually, I've never been in a Hollister at all, and for years I thought it was a totally preppy store >> (never been to America. There might have been one in London, but I wasn't exactly looking for it ) I just needed something random to start a topic xD

ohhh man, I hate school >> We're revising for an exam and the teacher's on my back the /whole/ damn time. She's like, 'you, yes you, you're going to fail completely, you need to start working your ass off right now or you'll end up eating from dustbins in front of *insert class nerd's name here* 's luxury villa. Come on, people! All work and no play makes Jack a successful businessman with a private yacht!' and so on and so on. x.x ))


Roscoe relaxed a little. The ambient temperature was soothing; there was an airconditioning vent embedded high up in the wall and a fan hanging from a grey cable in the ceiling, and both of them were having reasonable success in their quest to banish heat from the confines of the consumerist heaven. The fan buzzed angrily, annoyed at its second-rate position, namely transferring the breeze from the ac vent to the store, whilst above the woman and the incognito wolf a steady wave of cool air escaped from the grille, was blown around by the fan, and finding itself with nowhere to go, gradually spread throughout the store.

Roscoe, being neither too hot, too cold, insulted, or annoyed, had accepted the situation. She relaxed slightly against a rack of clothes and waited for the saleswoman to turn up something decent, turning back to Jenny when the woman spoke.
“What’s with the jeans, hunny? You got a tall boyfriend or something?”
They're from a clothesline in DC, I didn't find my size.
They're from a second-hand shop in New Orleans, I didn't find my size.
After a few moments deliberation, Roscoe decided to go with the latter; it would probably be better received.
"Eh, I got them from an Oxfam in New Orleans. Couldn't find my size."
She watched as Jen got the clothes from the slightly overwhelmed looking blonde, and perked up a little as the woman removed a diminutive digital camera from her purse.
“Roscoe, do me a favor? If you’re not in a hurry for anything, go in and try on these clothes. I need to see what works with what and how the outfits will actually look. I’ll need to snap some pics, too,”
"Yeah, sure. Can I, like... have a go when you're done?" Roscoe steeled herself for some odd looks. It had been a whole long time since she'd actually asked for something, especially something as mundane as pressing the shutter on a Canon, but... she'd always thought there was something slightly magical about freezing a moment in time with a quick press of the button. A truly skilled photographer could capture the emotions running through the frame as well as any human eye could, and that had to be admired.

((sorry >> I haven't really given you anything to work on... feel free to godmode shoving my wolfie into a changing room. xD))

[esper]

Jennifer looked up, her eyes blank and blinking for a moment.

"Have a...? Ah," she finally understood, looking at the digital camera in her hands. "Um. Uh, oh. Yeah, sure." She cast Roscoe a last, slightly quizzical look before turning to grab some clothes from the pile. Handing them to Roscoe, she shooed the girl into the changing stall and leaned against the closed door while she waited.

"You know," she started idly, examining her fingernails while Roscoe changed, "I used to do a lot of photography when I was in college. Traditional SLR cameras, dark-room developed. I love that little digital camera to death, but if you want good photos, you have to do the process yourself instead of handing them off to a person in an apron behind a counter." Jennifer shook her head, snapping herself out of her reminiscing state of mind. "Sorry, you probably don't care for all that, though. Um..." she searched idly for something to say. "So, whereabouts are you from? Your accent's not from around here," she said with a laugh. "You done changing yet?"

OOC: lol, my turn to apologize. Holy shyte, I haven't been on in forever. Srry, end of the year pretty much comes crashing down on me again. I always think that I can handle it, but I was proved wrong yet again. And Hollister is a preppy store, incredibly so. The whole store is usually dark, with soft ambient light from lamps and tiny spotlights here and there. Always with sufer decor, lots of deep, dark brown wood paneling. They always have music playing fairly loudly, whatever is most popular at the time. I really hate the styles that they encourage girls to wear, but the guy stuff is pretty cool, and the environment and decorations are really interesting.

[roscoe]

((haha. We're both painfully slow at replying. xD Oh, ok. If I ever go to the US I'll check it out. ))

Roscoe grinned up at the woman and delicately took the camera, before letting herself be shooed into the cabinet. Then she sat down on the squashy heap of clothing and started to press buttons.

Three minutes and fifteen seconds later, Roscoe had her first 'emo angle' pic.

Quickly, she deleted it and started to pull the clothes on, gracelessly, one ear focused on the soft voice just outside.
"No, I... I mean...Photography is cool. I've always wanted to try it, but I never really had the chance. Oh, I was born in Egypt." The werewolf pushed open the door, new wardrobe hanging off her hips and shoulders. "You?"

[esper]

The door started to open, and Jennifer stepped out of the way to let Roscoe outside. My god, she’s all angles and bones… she thought to herself as she took in girl. Though Roscoe had wiry muscles, her slim build still made the clothes drape from her shoulders. However, the look worked for her. Nodding, Jen motioned for the camera. Taking a quick snapshot of Roscoe in the outfit, she jotted down the clothing ID numbers from the tags. “Okay, now this one,” she said, picking through the pile of clothing and handing Roscoe a new outfit and shooing her back into the changing room.

“Nothing special about me- I was born in Phoenix, but my parents moved to San Francisco when I was about 3.” Jennifer didn’t bother to mention that had spent the majority of her time in boarding schools out of state. “Egypt, huh? That's really cool. Did you move here recently? Cause you speak English very well…”

OOC:: ahhhhhh, I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry! Summer college classes stole my soul for a while, but I'm back! Please forgive me! XD