Nicole J. Novak (be_somebody) wrote in the_quarantined, @ 2010-01-29 20:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | deshaun blake, nicole novak, status: complete, status: in progress |
Who: Nicole & DeShaun
What: Shopping! They each need to express their individual style, yo.
Where: A... clothing shop in NYC. :D?
When: Afternoon.
Rating: Low; Mild Cursing.
Status: Complete.
Nicole eyed the curtain, not entirely certain if this was going to work out like she wanted it to. Reaching up, she pulled it shut, the sound of the metal rungs sliding across the bar the loudest thing she'd heard since arriving in the store. Letting go, she took a step back so that she was standing in the middle of the small dressing room. It was... dark. The only illumination coming into the shop was the light from outside, which was fine when she was just browsing around, picking the clothes that she wanted a second look at. It just, alright, well, it wasn't very conducive to seeing how the clothes actually looked on her. Looking down at the first pile of clothes that she'd brought in with her, she tried to decide what she wanted to do.
The thing was, Nicole liked shopping. If there a silver lining to their current situation, other than the totally cool people she'd met and those awesome lock-picking skills she'd picked up, it was the free shopping. However, like the semi-responsible young adult she tried her very best to be, she recognized that her safety was probably more important than fashion and curbed the urges to go out and play around in the various clothing shops around New York City. Eh... for the most part, anyway. So, when there was a legitimate reason for going out 'shopping' that wouldn't get her a judgmental stare from the 14-year-old she lived with (cashmere socks were totally worth risking your life for, was she right or was she right?), she jumped on it. Down to two pairs of jeans that didn't look like they would fall apart just by putting them on and a couple of shirts that didn't have some pretty intricate stains or streaks of permanent marker from when Tilly got a bit too caught up in her artistic ecstasy, she figured that was a justifiable enough reason to go out and explore the shopping center she passed a couple of weeks ago while out on a food run.
Having asked the tiny ones if they wanted to go with her and receiving a resounding 'no' from each (Courtney was deep into Of Mice and Men, Bryson was busy with his walkman, and Tilly was taking a nap), she'd made the trip and now here she was. In the dark. Hm.
Feeling around and picking up a shirt, the soft fabric cool in her hands as she pondered her choices, Nicole was just about ready to give in, figuring that she didn't really need to try anything on, and peruse some more when she thought she heard something. Clutching the shirt to her chest, she just about jumped out of her skin when she saw something from the corner of her eye. Her heart beating to the tune of a Metallica song and a bit dizzy from the rush of adrenaline, she about slapped herself on the head when she realized she'd only just seen her reflection. Rolling her eyes, she picked up her golf club and pushing the curtain aside a bit, she peeked out. It would be just her luck if her day was ruined by a zombie shoplifter.