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It's Brittany, Bitch | Ερις (eristic) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2011-10-18 22:24:00

Entry tags:

erebos, eris

bit by bit i've realized
Who: Elias & Charlie
What: A run-in while out shopping!
Where: Macy's
When: Later in the day, say, 7:08-ish.
Warnings: With Charlie in the picture, swearing is most likely. Everything else is TBA.

Almost everything (and yet nothing) had changed dramatically for Charlie. Just the simple act of shifting her relationship with Rylee made everything seem...not as bad. Her job was no longer the bane of her existence, not with random text messages from her now boyfriend (the word still something she couldn't quite get over) and the surety of going home to see him at the end of every shift making patrolling uppity malls a less difficult thing. She was still having a ball here and there with torturing a mall patron - she might be getting laid but that didn't take away the need to keep things interesting. But for the moment, Charlie found herself dressed casually and doing some shopping of her own.

It was one thing that had struck her, in the new developments in the relationship with her best friend, was that she didn't really have anything for the bedroom. All of her under garments were practical and straight forward, usually a single, dark color without any embellishments like bows or lace. Even though most of the time would be spent toward just taking these things off, Charlie had the money and decided that a little splurging wouldn't hurt anyone, especially not when she would get a particular kind of look on Rylee's face that put butterflies in her stomach and did other things to her body. Thus she was just exiting the ladies' personals section of a department store, stomach growling (wasn't it always?) and intending on finding some food, when she noticed a familiar figure who she hadn't seen in quite some time.

At first Charlie was unsure about approaching Elias, since their relationship was shallow at best. Whenever she was around him, there was a familiar sensation of recognition, the same she got around people like Cat and Sam. To really put a label on it, something about the feeling reminded her of how she felt around her father: a slight mix of trepidation, desire to earn approval, and safety, even though the first was the only thing that had really ever been given proof by her relationship with her biological male parent. And why she should be feeling any of these things with Elias was beyond her, but she had to be grateful to him for taking Dov in when she'd treated her half-brother so unkindly. Maybe it would be a good idea to approach Elias, ask him how he was, see if he was interested in getting food with her. Those were the normal social niceties that were generally expected in such a situation, and Charlie was rarely one to fit into conventions.

So instead, hopefully before Elias noticed her, she tried to hide in a nearby clothing rack.

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the__dark__one
2011-10-21 03:42 am UTC (link)

His scorn for brand names and unreasonable expense were working against him. His distaste for the general press of humanity had further agitated him. And finally, as Elias stepped foot into the woman's clothing department at Macy's, his overwhelming lack of ideas had him grabbing at straws.

Or at blouses, to be specific. He stopped in front of a rack of pink and purple paisley silk and plucked one hanger gingerly off its metal branch. Holding it at arm's length, he squinted and tried to imagine Charlie wearing something like this. For a second, it made sense -- until he shuddered and veritably shoved the hideous blouse back into place. An older woman who had paused, eyes catching at the same rack of blouses, gave him a disapproving look down her nose and turned sharply away from him. Elias frowned at her retreating back before dropping his hands at his sides and glancing around him.

"This is hopeless," he grumbled, turning toward the entrance.

"Can I be of assistance?" a chirruping voice asked him, as he turned. He stepped backward immediately to avoid running over the blonde in her early twenties, who was smiling so hard it looked like her makeup would crack. Unfortunately, the hideous paisleys were still behind him. He grunted as the metal bar sank squarely into his side.

"OOps!" the girl giggled, immediately dropping to her knees in front of him to gather the few blouses that fell. Elias immediately colored, then looked around to make certain no one thought this girl was ... doing something she... shouldn't.

"Apologies," he said, stepping away. He'd have bent to help her, except that she'd already gotten her arms around the blouses. When she stood, she busied herself straightening them on their hangers. "I'm just looking, but... thank you."

Elias beat it down the aisle, only realizing belatedly that he was headed into the store, not out of it.

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eristic
2011-10-21 03:59 am UTC (link)

Charlie had watched with careful eyes as Elias seemed to fight with the low priced, name brand clothing proffered by this fine retail establishment. What the hell was he doing here, of all places? Especially in the women's section - was she about to learn that her neighbor was some kind of...lady's man? The thought of Elias trying to pick up women in the female clothing department of Macy's pulled a snicker from her throat, which she smothered with a clapped hand over her mouth.

She had looked away for a moment, trying to pull it together while he and the salesperson were cleaning up their 'accident' - only to look back and find Elias heading right in her direction. There was simply no escape; she was right against a wall. Moving toward him would reveal her hiding place, since none of the other racks were tall enough to hide her, even with her short stature, and walking backward would only put off the inevitable end of their unknown game of hide and seek.

So, as she often did with many things in life, Charlie bit the bullet and stepped out from behind her clothing rack, immediately putting herself into Elias' line of vision. She attempted to keep her face apathetic, as though the revelation of any emotion would be cause for judgement from all parties in her immediate vicinity. The bag on her arm was, thankfully, opaque and well sealed, keeping her private purchases concealed from prying eyes. Elias didn't seem the curious sort, and Charlie was hopeful that this entire scene would play out quickly.

Upon closer inspection, she realized that the other man seemed a little...lost, or at least out of his comfort zone. Her earlier thoughts of him attempting to procure a date here were squashed (something for which she was immediately grateful) and she almost felt a drop of sympathy for him. Almost. Charlie had no idea what had brought him to this area of Macy's to begin with. From the way he dressed and acted, he seemed too fancy to really even grace such a location with his presence. Whatever the reason, the mystery would surely be cleared for her in the next few moments, as their paths were about to converge.

Slowly, she raised a hand in greeting, albeit a little laboriously as though the motion were too taxing and unimportant to complete. "Elias. Lil' lost?"