You're Gonna Have a (badtime) wrote in repose, @ 2016-10-02 13:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, connie gunster, felicity hardy |
connie and felicity vintage shopping
Who: Connie & Felicity
Where: estate sale over by the mansions
When: recently
What: shopping, girl bonding and recruiting??
Warnings: none!
The estate sale was being held at a giant mansion on the other side of the lake. The place was huge and ancient like it had been built the second Americans colonized Repose. Which meant there were rumors about it being built on an ANCIENT INDIAN BURIAL GROUND and that was why the wifey went crazy and stuck her head in the oven a few weeks ago. Or so the story went. Small towns always came up with a good conspiracy theory for everything and Connie's personal favorite was that he was Repose's very own Bluebeard. A sea pirate who came to the midwest to settle down, only to be found out by his suspicious wife and so he killed her and took a one way ticket outta Repose for his next victim, er, wife.
The estate sale was filled with old family relics, expensive furniture, vases (holy crap so many vases!) and lines of knickknacks that wanted to clutter any home. Inside there was an auction going on for the really expensive stuff, but Connie and Felicity stayed near the clothing racks on the front lawn. Connie was an eclectic dresser in the sense that she looked like she let a random kid pick out her wardrobe. Today was a yellow pokemon t-shirt under a purple blazer with black pants and cute green mary jane shoes. Her wild white hair stuck out like she put her finger in an electrical socket and everyone could recognize her from a mile away.
She was glad that a girl like Felicity wouldn't mind hanging out with a weirdo. She never had good experiences with- fancy girls??- but Felicity seemed pretty understanding of a lot of stuff. Weirdness, even. Plus, Connie was dying for a female friend her age that didn't come with some old baggage. Felicity was kind of perfect for that.
"Feeelliicciitty~" Connie's voice rose over the racks of clothing. She appeared with a dramatic swoosh of a gaudy white dress that she held in front of her on the hanger. "I want to be your ghostly bride!!!" She made ghostie noises and rolled her eyes back like she was dead. "Maaarryy meee and be cursed to watch Pokemans, forever!!"