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

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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 05:56 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.

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hearitbleed
2008-12-22 08:59 pm UTC (link)

As soon as the word 'James' escaped her ruby lips, Fisher flushed. "Ita!" he scolded. "He is not a lucky guy, because he's not my-" The word, dear Fisher, was boyfriend. But he simply couldn't say it. "I'm sorry I ever said anything," he said moodily, though surely he didn't mean it. Surely.

His spirits rose, though, at Ita's excitement over boys in drag. And herself in drag. "You've crossdressed before?" he asked, a little shocked. "Like actually, or just did you just steal your boyfriend's underwear after you lost your panties doing it on the football field?" He winked at her playfully. "I bet I'd be an ugly girl," he decided. "Rupaul would be like Heidi Klum compared to me."

When Ita bolted out the cab door, Fisher could only stare at the Ita-shaped cloud of dust she'd left in her wake. He followed her, about to ask her why she'd rushed out so fast but instead was bombarded with clothing. He instinctively reached his arm out to catch whatever Ita was tossing over her shoulder, and thusly his career as a coat rack had begun.

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pheonixwaves
2008-12-22 09:15 pm UTC (link)

"Not ye-et," she intoned happily. Though her pleasant smile faded and was replaced by a pout when he expressed his regrets. "I'm sorry," she offered softly. She didn't mean to be a pain. She was just teasing.

"Totally. I mean, I had to like dress up in nice men's clothes, but I did! I looked very good." Smacking him playfully on the arm, she gave him a mock offended look. "Ugh. I told you I never did it with anyone in high school!" At this point, the cab swerved slightly as the cabbie turned sharply. That wasn't something he heard often.

Once his arms held a sufficient number of choices, she ushered him into the dressing room. "Now, try it all on, and show me. Everything. Even if you don't like it."

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hearitbleed
2008-12-22 09:21 pm UTC (link)

He knew she was teasing. But he was embarassed all the same. Mostly because he didn't like discussing his crushes with people. And also, thinking about James kinda made him feel all... fluttery. Another unfamiliar feeling.

Fisher followed Ita around obediently, carrying armfuls of clothing he never would have looked at twice. Seriously, nothing in this pile was black. But that was sort of the point. When Ita ushered him to the dressing room, he gaped at her. "Everything?" he asked, looking down at all ths stuff. He didn't much like the idea of having to show her the results, either. Especially since he knew he'd hate most of what she'd picked, but only because it wasn't his normal style.

"You wanna just come into the dressing room with me?" he asked, sarcastically. (Mental note: around Ita, not a good idea to make suggestions you don't want happening. Just saying.)

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pheonixwaves
2008-12-22 09:41 pm UTC (link)

"Yep, everything. And don't be silly about it. Try to make real outfits." Ita knew how boys could be - all sarcastic and stuff. He'd probably come out with a shirt on his legs just to spite her.

"Get off my brainwave!" she giggled. And with that, she slipped into the dressing room next to his. Once she heard his door close, she scrambled up onto the bench and poked her head over the wall separating them. "Psst! Help me!" And with that, she kicked one leg up over the wall and shifted to straddle it, and then she slipped the other leg over the wall. Fisher had better help her out or she'd have to let herself drop.

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hearitbleed
2008-12-22 09:55 pm UTC (link)

Well, maybe he wouldn't come out with a shirt on his legs, but he would need to make an effort when putting together outfits. In the goth world, you wore black with black. So it seemed natural that in the preppy world, brown would go on brown. Except then you looked like a walking turd.

Fisher had managed to pull his shirt over his head before a familiar pair of legs swung over into his changing area. "The fuck?" he hissed, as Ita gracelessly managed to get herself all onto one side. Out of pure gentlemanly instinct, he wrapped both arms firmly around her waist and eased her to the floor. Then he backed up a few steps (the only few he could take in the confined space) and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Ita!" he hissed. "What the hell?? You remember that chat he had about personal space? Well this totally vilates it!"

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pheonixwaves
2008-12-22 10:05 pm UTC (link)

She could barely contain her giggles. This was so covert ops! Once she hit the floor, she turned to share her stealthy excitement with her, but then she saw his face. At his words, she actually winced. "I wasn't gonna touch you..." she whispered, looking like a crushed butterfly. Truthfully, she hadn't thought that she'd be invading his space. She had just been excited about doing something forbidden.

Still looking like a kicked puppy, she got back up onto the bench to climb back over. "Sorry," she muttered as she prepared to hoist herself back over the wall.

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hearitbleed
2008-12-22 10:21 pm UTC (link)

"Touch me?" he asked, confused. Did she really not understand that, when not fully clothed, the personal space bubble often included walls and doors? Aww, but her face almost broke her heart. It was unfair. He was gay- women should not have been allowed to manipulate him like Ita was doing right now!

As she stepped up onto the bench, apologizing, Fisher's resolve broke. Again he wrapped his arms around her waist, lifted her off the bench and gently placed her on the floor. "Sit," he told her sternly.

"I just wanted to say that I'm not used to people seeing me in my underwear," he explained, as you might explain such a thing to a third grader who really thought they were doing you a favor. Which, incidentally, Ita did. "So just... don't peek." God, what the hell was he doing? They could be arrested for this. Still, he slipped his pants off (the chains clinking on the floor, his cheeks flushed with color) and grabbed a new pair of pants and (hopefully) matching shirt.

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pheonixwaves
2008-12-22 10:36 pm UTC (link)

Well, maybe if there was any possibility of a sexual situation between them, but they were friends. She was naked with her girlfriends all the time! And she wasn't being manipulative. Manipulative was deceitful and she really felt crappy for bothering him.

Sitting, she nodded seriously, and covered her eyes. Once he gave her the signal, she opened her eyes. For a moment she blinked, and then she offered, tentatively, "You know, you can mix colors... They don't have to all be the same color..." He had actually found the only ugly shirt she must have picked. Jean blue. But not actual denim. Wow.

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hearitbleed
2008-12-22 10:41 pm UTC (link)

Fisher looked down at himself, at the clothing choice he had made. "Hm," he said, thinking that maybe Ita was right, and going with just the one color wasn't the best idea. "See, in my life, black always matches more black." He smiled lightly. "You people and your colors, you confuse and frighten me." He pulled the shirt off, not really thinking about Ita still sitting there watching him. She had seen the track scars, and now she's seen him in his skivvies. The mystery was gone.

"I like these jeans," he admitted. "They're comfy." Of course, to anyone with half a sense of fashion, they'd recognize that the jeans were too big. But having worn circus tents for the past ten years, what did Fisher know?

"So pick me a shirt," he ordered her. Might as well put her to work, if she insisted on being in the middle of the action.

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pheonixwaves
2008-12-22 10:47 pm UTC (link)

"Well, lots of colors go together, actually. And I think everything goes with denim, anyway. Chuckling, she watched as he changed again, forgetting to avert her eyes since he hadn't asked her to this time.

"Mmm, they're too big. We'll get a better pair later." Upon the demand, the blond popped up and began rifling through shirts. Finding a plain black tee, she pulled out a green and blue print on a white background shirt to go over it, unbuttoned of course. "There, try that."

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hearitbleed
2008-12-22 10:57 pm UTC (link)

FIsher took the black tee eagerly, since it was after all within his comfort zone. But he eyed the button-up shirt warily. "It's so light," he complained, but put it on anyway. "Well," he admjitted while lookign in the mirror, "it's not as awful as I thought. And it's certainly not me. What do you think?" He held out his arms a little, modeling it for her.

Suddenly, he stopped. Putting a finger to his lips, he pointed to the pair of feet standing in front of the dressing room door. Moving as quietly as he could, Fisher grabbed Ita like an oversized doll and stood her onto the bench, making sure she crouched down so as not to be seen over the top.

"Excuse me," he said loudly. "I'm having sex with my girlfriend in here, do you mind?"

There was a pause, then a voice beyond the door said "Sorry." And they walked off. Fisher smiled. "I'm pretty sure that person thinks I'm talking to myself in here," he murmured, giggling. "It's always best to leave crazy people alone. Oh, by the way," he informed her casually, "you're my imaginary girlfriend now."

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pheonixwaves
2008-12-23 10:05 pm UTC (link)

Ita frowned at the 'not me' comment. She didn't see what was wrong with him being himself. It did look good on him though, and she smiled a bit when he modeled for her.

Clapping a hand over her mouth, she tried follow Fisher's directions, though she almost squeaked when he picked her up. Crouching down, she made sure she was hidden. She thought he was trying to conceal her in case someone noticed the two pairs of feet. But then he called out, and she actually fell back against the wall, she clapped her other hand over her mouth so hard.

Once the other person left, she slid to the ground, laughing so hard her stomach almost hurt. Between laughing, she choked out, "That's cool..."

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hearitbleed
2008-12-23 10:13 pm UTC (link)

Fisher was giggling right along with Ita. When he laughed so unabashedly like he was now, he almost looked like he did when he was a kid. Which is to say a lot different than he did now.

"I don't know what possessed me to do that," he confessed to her. "I'm not usually so impulsive. Or... silly." He couldn't think of a better way to phrase that. Immature? That wasn't right. It was just plain goofy.

"I blame you. It's gotta be you. You're like an infectious disease of happiness and silliness and fun." He was telling her this as though these things were bad things to catch. "I hope whatever you're infected with isn't sexually transmitted," he told her jokingly. "I'd hate to catch an imaginary STD from my imaginary girlfriend."

Taking the shirt and the (apparently) too big jeans off, Fisher stood in his faded grey undies and faced Ita. "Now what?" he asked. "What can we dress Ken in now?"

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pheonixwaves
2008-12-23 10:37 pm UTC (link)

To Ita, it seemed totally natural to laugh like that. And sure, Fisher seemed a little different when he laughed like that, but she could seem different when she thought about her parents.

"Ooo, you need to spread me then. I should be shared with everyone! Unlike other diseases." Giggling, she added, "Or STDs!"

"Um, put your Tripp pants back on. I have an idea..." Grabbing out a nice button shirt in red, and a white under shirt, she handed the items to him. She wanted Fisher to be himself, even if he didn't. It made her sad to think he didn't want to be himself.

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hearitbleed
2008-12-23 10:44 pm UTC (link)

To Ita, climbing over the wall of the dressing room to help someone pick out clothes seemer totally natural. She was a strange one, her. Wonderful, but strange. Fisher was reluctant to admit he really liked Ita and her sunniness.

You need to spread me? Did Ita not realize how that sounded? "Oh, I'll spread you," Fisher teased, giving her the smarmy wink. "Spread you like... like Cheez Whiz on a cracker!" That was spreadable, right? Though usually you just sprayed the Cheez onto the crazker from the can. But she'd know what he meant!

As commanded, Fisher put his goth pants back on. And when he put on the other things Ita gave him, and looked in the mirror, he had to admit he didn't look half bad. "Nice," he said. "Very... gothic classy."

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pheonixwaves
2008-12-25 08:34 am UTC (link)

Had she thought about it, she would have realized how that sounded and ended up giggling hysterically. But the problem with Ita was that her words came out of her mouth before her brain could screen them for appropriateness, sense, or anything else. "I love Cheez Whiz! I used to put it on my nails like polish and then suck it off," she grinned.

"See, the point isn't to make you totally different. But this gives you color and looks a bit dressier. If you're going somewhere really nice, where black pants, like these," she offered, shuffling through the pile of clothes to show him a pair of nice black slacks.

"Ok, so lets get you a pair of jeans. Everyone should have jeans!" Of course, Ita overdid it, perhaps, wearing jeans almost every day.

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hearitbleed
2008-12-25 04:04 pm UTC (link)

Ita might not have thought that the point of this was to make Fisher look totally different, but he kind of wanted to. His life had changed so drastically in the past six months, maybe a wardrobe change was in order. At the very least, he wanted a few things completely unlike himself so he could at least try to be someone new. Baby steps.

Pretty much everything Ita picked out for him he went along with, except for a few choice items. (It did not matter how nice light blue looked on him, or how well it brought out his gray eyes. Light blue was just too light.) Once he had tried on everything to Ita's satisfaction, he slipped back into his pink shirt and Tripp pants. After all that clothes changing, dressing and undressing, his giant black pants almost felt a little too roomy.

"Okay, I have put on everything in that enormous pile you picked out. Except that blue shirt, but we won't rehash that. Now the question is, how do you plan on getting out of the dressing room? You wanna walk out with me, or shall I simply chuck you back over the wall?"

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