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Tweak says, "A B C D E E E!"

Ellen Ripley (ellen_ripley) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-06 14:08:00

Entry tags:

!dropped, day 10, derek zoolander, ellen ripley, location: thrift store, open

Who: Ripley and OTA Thrift-shop dwellers (and anyone else)
What: Clothes shopping
When: 8 am or so
Where: Thrift Shop
Rating: PG at most, probably
Status: Active

Ripley had fully intended to go walkabout the day before, to get some shoes at least, but ...

The book ... err, journal ... proved to be too much of a distraction. It was an interesting window into the minds of the people here.

She'd spent the entire day reading and re-reading what people wrote until the sun going down had distracted her.

She'd never seen a sunset, so she'd indulged herself, then made herself as comfortable as possible and gotten some sleep.

Only to wake up about an hour before dawn from /that/ dream. The one that made her chest hurt and her heart pound like a fucking drill. The psych she'd been forced to see in the weeks before Hadley's Hope got decimated had said the pain was psychosomatic.

Felt real enough to her, but whatever. By the time she calmed down, the sun was starting to come up, and she got to watch that. Another first.

Eventually, box in one hand, journal (open to the map page) in the other, she started in the direction of the thrift shop, keeping to the grass to save her feet.

It was easy enough to figure out when she'd found the right building. Some of the stuff visible from the window made Ripley /laugh/. It was ... well, hideously godawful fit, to start. She'd think of something better later.

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eugoogoolizer
2009-06-06 07:15 pm UTC (link)

Inside the thrift store, Derek was waking up, sneezing slightly due to the dust even the slightest movement stirred up. At a loss for finding a decent place to go to sleep, he had simply made a huge pile of clothes on the floor and curled up there for the night. Now, this morning, his back and neck hurt from sleeping that way and his spiky black hair, usually gelled lovingly, looked more like bedhead. "Earth to Derek... get out of this cuckoo-house and back home as quick as possible!" he mumbled, dragging himself stiffly to his feet and stretching. Lots of things cracked, and he winced as he felt parts of his body he'd never even been aware of cramp up.

Glancing outside, Zoolander noticed a woman with short brown hair peering on and looking like she was trying not to laugh. He thought that she looked cute, if a little butch for a lady... but at least he was finally seeing proof of the hot chicks he'd heard about. It was about time! He offered her a little wave from inside, trying to straighten out his red snakeskin pants with his other hand.

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ellen_ripley
2009-06-06 07:30 pm UTC (link)

Ripley hadn't realized anyone was actually in the store until a dark-haired guy in red pants popped up into view. She returned the wave, then headed for the door and walked in.

"Mind if I grab a few things real quick?" She asked. "If, that is, there's anything wearable in this mess. /Someone/ has a horrific fashion sense."

She closed the journal and tucked it in her box, then glanced around at the clothes. At least there /did/ seem to be shoes ... halfway sensible ones, too. That was the good news, at least.

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eugoogoolizer
2009-06-07 02:34 pm UTC (link)

"No, I don't mind! It's not like any of these suck-ass clothes are my style, anyway," Derek said, with an elaborate eye-roll. "Yeah, seriously, I know, right? Horrific," he said, laughing breathlessly. There was something goofy and endearing about Derek in person, even if he could be infuriating on the journals.

"So... I'm Derek Zoolander. What's your name?" he asked, starting to carefully fold the clothes he'd slept in. Even though he hated them, Derek seemed to possess an odd reverence for even very ugly garments.

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ellen_ripley
2009-06-07 02:56 pm UTC (link)

"Ripley." She said, glancing around. She just wanted shoes, shorts, and a heavier shirt ... something for the cold weather yesterday's piles of snow hinted at, something for the warmer weather that had taken its place.

"You're the ... male model, right? I spent most of yesterday reading the journal." Ripley said. If she was right, Derek was the one who couldn't spell to save his life. There were a number of reasons for that sort of thing, so she wasn't going to jump to conclusions.

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eugoogoolizer
2009-06-10 03:00 pm UTC (link)

"Ripley?" Derek repeated. "Huh. That's a funny name. Like Ripley's Believe it or Not. Haha." he glanced at what she was wearing. "Holy bazooka, you need something warmer than that... coordinating colors might be a little tough, but I mean... you'll freeze, for serious! And, yeah, I am Derek Zoolander, three time male model of the year winner! You recognized me!" he said happily. "God, I was hoping that someone would soon! I've felt so unknown here. It's freaking weird!"

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	ellen_ripley 2009-06-17 02:11 pm UTC (link)
	"Sorry to disappoint, but I only know your name because of the journals." Ripley said, then nodded agreement. "Yeah, something warmer would be good. I saw the snow on the ground, and evidently there was a blizzard a couple of days ago?" That last came out as a question. "This place is really wierd." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

eugoogoolizer
2009-06-20 11:45 am UTC (link)

"Oh." Derek's face fell in crestfallen disppointment. Seriously... he had missed the adoring paparazzi so much that it was starting to make his heart ache. At least, he thought it was his heart. Maybe it was his spleen.

"I know, right? I mean... first it's all like, cold, and then it's all like.... weird. Hey, Ripley, I'd really love to continue talking about this conversation, but I gotta piss... I wish that I could find a Japanese toilet. Japanese toilets do everything for you. They wipe you off really nice, and clean you up, and they do a better job than I ever could!"

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	ellen_ripley 2009-06-20 03:05 pm UTC (link)
	"No problem." Ripley said, waving him off to ... wherever it was he was going. "Don't wait on my account. I'll just grab whatever looks halfway decent." (Reply to this) (Parent)

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