Charlene Sawa (spelledsilk) wrote in darkcarnivale, @ 2012-01-25 14:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | charlene sawa, devika |
Who: Open, Charlene Sawa
What: Just coming back from a shopping trip.
When:early afternoon, Jan 25
Rating: low most likely
Status: in progress; open
In every town they came across Charlene felt it was her duty as a costume designer to check every small town store, every unique place for new and different things. She would use just anything to make an interesting outfit pop even more. That wasn't to say she didn't go into some chain stores to find the basics she would need. But she liked the dingy little vintage shoppes, the unique corner stores, the shops that hadn't updated their merchandise since the 1970's.
She had been particularly lucky this afternoon, having found several odds and ends. Treasures loaded in her arms, as well as a bag of essential items she made her way back to the trailer where she worked. However, the brightly clad girl hadn't expected to bring home so much swag and over estimated her own ability to walk and carry things at the same time. An avalanche of buttons, bows and miscellaneous other goods littered the ground as she fell backward, trying to regain her balance and fell on her butt with a thump.
"Oh no, no!" Not even a moment passed before she was scrambling to pick her things up before they could get ruined, her eyes stung with tears, less from pain and more from embarrassment as she tried to salvage her treasures.