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Fisher Majors (hearitbleed) wrote in halcyon_halls,
@ 2008-12-21 18:06:00

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fisher, ita

Week 23- Saturday
Who: Fisher and Ita
What: Clothes Shopping
Where: Downtown
When: Afternoonish
Why: Emo boy needs some color!

What the hell was he getting himself into? Ita was coing over pretty soon so they could go out clothes shopping. She was also bringing him some good luck cookies for his... thing. It was absolutely not a date. He wasn't even letting that word invade his thinking space, let alone make itself comfortable. Still...

Shaking the notion from his head, Fisher pulled on a clean pair of pants and an ironic pink shirt that said "See Emo Cry". And also didn't reek like armpits. He pulled his hair back into a ponytail, admiring himself in the mirror. He looked semidecent at the moment. A little weird, but then again he always looked weird. He'd told Ita he needed color in his wardrobe. It was unlikely he would start wearing color right away, but it was still good to have.

As the minutes ticked on, Fisher got more and more antsy. Ita was... unusual. Not the type of person he normally befriended, but then again, he didn't have many friends. And maybe she'd be good for him. Put a little color in his life, so to speak. And get him used to being hugged. Ita made him nervous, though. He didn't know why. She was perfectly pleasant. Maybe it was her bright eyed naivate that shoved in his face how much good there was in the world, and that he really had no right to be so damn emo.

"Thank God," he breathed, a sigh of relief rushing from his lips as he heard the knock at the door. "Come on in, Ita!" he called.

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pheonixwaves
2008-12-21 05:34 pm UTC (link)

As soon as she had signed off of AIM, Ita had rushed down to the kitchen with her kitchen witch book and found all the ingredients for a batch of good luck cookies. Soon as they were done, she bundled them up in a pretty kerchief - yellow for sunshine - and headed up to Fisher's room.

Knocking, she called out, "Fisher!" Unlike him, she didn't think twice about their odd pairing as friends. He was a person, she was a person, what was the problem? And today, she totally needed retail therapy. Because in the next couple days she'd have to talk to Kin. Which would be horrendous.

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hearitbleed
2008-12-21 05:43 pm UTC (link)

Ita came into hs room, all smiles and cheer, and Fisher could not help but smile back. "Hi," he said pleasantly, waving hands hands to show off his shirt (ala Vanna White). "You like? It's the most colorful thing I own. And most ironic."

Today he was going to let Ita dress him in whatever it was that people seemed to like wearing. You know, non gothy people. He had the money for it, he had the time, and he desperately needed the change of attitude. "So, I was thinking," he began, already feeling the flush creep into his cheeks, "we could start somewhere like... American Eagle. Or wherever it is you preppy kids shop," he added hastily. It was silly to feel so self-conscious about it, but he'd never tried to fit in before, had never tried to dress like everyone else. Well, maybe as a kid, but that seemed like forever ago.

He cleared his throat, as to dispel his previous statement. "Those my cookies?' he asked, pointing to the kerchief. "Are they like medication, I have to take one every six hours?"

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pheonixwaves
2008-12-21 05:56 pm UTC (link)

The ironic humor of the situation was not lost on the peppy water elemental and she giggled. "Well, I think pink is probably the wrong color to add to your wardrobe, but it is a funny t-shirt." Still smiling, she handed over the bright kerchief of cookie awesomeness.

"Sure, wherever you want." Chuckling at his comment, she shook her head. "I'm not preppy! I'm bohemian." Her tone was obviously teasing, and then she added, "You should watch 'What Not to Wear'. Although, they don't do a lot of episodes for men.

"Um, well, maybe? The book seems to stress the number three, so like, eat three at a time or something? I don't know." Grinning, she said, "To make them extra special, I created the water myself for the recipe." Beaming, she obviously thought this would make the 'magic' stronger.

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hearitbleed
2008-12-21 06:14 pm UTC (link)

No, pink was certainly not a flattering color in Fisher. But he wasn't going for flattering at the moment, he was going for silly. And it had worked.

Fisher eyed Ita up and down, trying to decipher her attire. She did kind of look like the art students he'd gone to college with. "Okay," he admitted, "Bohemian, then. But I'll bet you any amount of money the guys you used to date were all nicely dressed, All American boys. You know, guys in Chinos and zip-up sweaters and pre-faded jeans." He gave her the fishy eye, as though daring her to deny his accusations.

Taking the package of cookies, Fisher inspected them, as though he would somehow be able to see the magic inside them. They looked pretty ordinary, though. Just regular chocolate chip. He chuckled a bit when Ita proudly exclaimed she'd provided the water for them. "Kinda brings a whole new meaning to putting your blood, sweat and tears into them," he mused. Taking a tentative bite, not sure what to expect, he found the flavor was surprising. At first he wondered if maybe he really could taste the magic, but then realized the explaination was far simpler. "Cinnamon," he said, impressed. He chewed carefully. "Tasty," he told her, then popped the rest of the cookie in his mouth. Since he didn't feel some instantaneous reaction to it, he figured they weren't dangerous.

"Okay," he said, finishing his first "medication", "let's get going. We're burning daylight, and I could use all the tan I could get." Of course, long sleeves and pants were not condusive to tanning, but that didn't matter.

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pheonixwaves
2008-12-21 06:23 pm UTC (link)

"And I was a cheerleader. So I could totally dress up. I just like flowy things." To show off she flapped her arms a bit and the lengthy bell sleeves almost seemed to give her angel wings. Chuckling, she had to nod. "I did date a number of football guys. But I liked the drama geeks, too." Sighing, she reminisced, "They were so sweet."

"Oh! I never even thought of that, but it's true isn't it?" Waiting as he tasted them, she was relieved to hear that magic cookies tasted good. "The cinnamon is the magic part, or at least, the biggest part of the magic part."

Giggling, she suggested jokingly, "Shall we stop at a tanning salon?" And then she hooked her arm in Fisher's and bounced down the hallway. Remembering part of the way out of the school that Fisher liked his space, she released the poor boy and waved at the cab already awaiting them - she had called before she went to his room.

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hearitbleed
2008-12-21 06:42 pm UTC (link)

A cheerleader. Well that made a whole lot of sense. The girl was a walking pep rally. "Ew, you dated drama geeks?" he asked, pretending to be appalled. "Those guys are so queer." But he couldn't keep up the charade for long. "I was a semi-band kid," he admitted. "Fifth grade I played the trumpet. So that means I can play just about any brass instrument. In tenth grade I took up guitar, and now I play bass, too." He was quite musically adept. Maybe someday, he'd play something for her.

Cinnamon was magic now? As he nibbled the other two cookies, he considered this notion. Well, Ita was a very good baker as far as he could tell, and the way she used her spices was nothing short of magic. So it made sense enough.

When Ita hooked her arm through his, Fisher's first reaction was 'Personal space invasion!' His second immediate reaction was 'Get over it, you big baby'. So he simply went with her, allowing himself to be led and wondering if maybe she was goign to start skipping soon. If so, he wasn't sure he'd be able to join her. Some things were just a little too gay, even for him. Thankfully she did release him, and he felt a little more comfortable. He was very surprised to see a cab waiting for them.

"You called a cab?" he asked, almost shocked. "That was a really good idea." He wished he'd thought of it. But no matter. Today he was going to have fun. Yes indeedy. "So... where to first?"

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pheonixwaves
2008-12-22 08:11 pm UTC (link)

"Ooo, band guys are so romantic, too! And they can dance. And you know what that means, right?" Leaning in to impart her knowledge to him, she whispered conspiratorially, "They can screw like whoa. Cuz guys screw like they dance!" she finished in a fit of giggles.

"Yep. I hate waiting around." Sliding into the cab, she answered his question, "Ummm... There's a cute little shop by this awesome bakery I know. We can get you some colorful items. But... I want some things that are still you, you know? So, no place too not you." And that made perfect sense. To her.

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hearitbleed
2008-12-22 08:23 pm UTC (link)

Again, Ita was dishing out more info than Fisher needed to hear from her. "Ugh..." he said, shaking his head. "You break me. And besides, that's not always true. I can't dance for crap, but I can make sweet lovin till the cows come home." It wasn't entirely true. He actually could dance.

"Let's start there," he said, sliding in beside her. Man, everything at Halcyon was better than New York. The cabs were cleaner, the people were nicer, and no one had yet to try and gut him for change for the bus. "To be honest, I kind of want to find something completely not me. At least one thing. It just... it feels important for me to be someone else. Maybe there's actually a preppy kid dying to get out of this goth shell." He smiled at Ita. "Or maybe I'm a cross dresser under here."

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pheonixwaves
2008-12-22 08:39 pm UTC (link)

There really wasn't much overshare in Ita's life. Aside from the water elemental bit, she never kept much of anything to herself (except for secrets; she was a good friend). When it came to friends, she shared everything. "Ooo, then I guess James is a lucky guy, huh?" she teased.

"Ok, so one thing that's not you, and the rest that's you, but in color." Laughing, Ita admitted, "Crossdressing is fun! I make a damn hot boy! Er, well, girl in boy's clothing," she added with a giggle.

It wasn't long before the cab arrived and Ita bounced out of the vehicle and into the store. Immediately, she was buzzing about pulling things off racks and piling them up. In Fisher's arms, if he could keep up. If not, she was soon struggling with the mass of fabric in her arms.