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Post by +!Dori!+ on Feb 12, 2007 20:35:08 GMT -5
Mondays never failed to be terrible. Everyone hates Mondays so why don't we just change the name of the day or get rid of it? Life would be simplier would it not? And nothing would make this Monday better then seeing her 'favorite' family member. Not to mention she was in a hurry to get home and perhaps chat with a favorite member if her interest.
Fu was not in a good mood as always and it was the same reason. School. She was not too much looking forward to seeing Ayame. He was bent on believing that she was indeed his little sister and Yuki's as well. Fu just really didn't care as much when he brought it up. So her hope was mostly pinned on seeing Mine there.
Go in. Pick up my new clothes. Get out. Perfect plan and avoid talking at all costs.
Tying her lock lilac locks with a black scrunchi, she entered the shop, her laced gloved hands sliding along the glass as Fu took one of the red couches set out for those who were waited on. There seemed to be no one else in the store at the moment and Fu came to decide not to make a lot of noise in case Ayame was in back. Then she could make a quick get away. As she sat on teh couch, her eyes wandered to a bolt of fabric that caught her eye. Black velvet with a silver threaded design of thorns woven agaisnt it.
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Post by xX-Hatsuharu-Xx on Feb 16, 2007 20:34:39 GMT -5
Zaku, Ayame's son, didn't hear anything of anyone's arival. Unaware of the customer, he began walking out with both of his arms full of yet to be sorted fabrics--they were the new arrivals. Placing a deep purple fabric that was covered in celtic designs onto a shelf, Zaku began mumbling to himself. "3333CC blue.." he read the identifacation on his newest fabric that awaited to be sorted.
Turning around, his eye caught a glimse of the somewhat empty shop's customer--Fu. Her sudden appearance made him stumble, his right arm slowly letting loose of the fabric, having it fall as he tried to catch it. Left in a funny pose, Zaku's icey blue eyes stared at Fu, as if he were a deer in the headlights. I never hear people come in! He scolded himself, trying to get himself to say something at the same time.
"Ah! I'm sorry, welcome to the shop!" His voice was showing his worried self. "I didn't mean to make you wait--Are you picking something up?" He asked the lilac haired girl, who sat patienly on the couch.
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Post by +!Dori!+ on Feb 16, 2007 20:49:20 GMT -5
The shop was always not a favorite place of her's but it did have a sort of sort feel to it. A calming one if one would say. Fu's eyes were about half closed, twirling a long strand of her hair that had been freed from her loose pony tail round her delicate finger. She had heard soemone walk in from the back, but paid them no mind since her mind had wandered.
"Ah! I'm sorry, welcome to the shop! I didn't mean to make you wait--Are you picking something up?"
She snapped out of her trance, her golden orbs on the black haired boy, blond could be seen peeking form a few places. Fu smiled a bit noticing him at once who he was. Since she was of the tiger, her senses were heightened like one and the cursed members carried their own scent that only ones with a keen sense of smell could detect. "Infact I am. I had a few items made and I came to pick them up." She spoke cooly, her eyes examining him up and down slowly.
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Post by xX-Hatsuharu-Xx on Feb 16, 2007 21:04:21 GMT -5
"Infact I am. I had a few items made and I came to pick them up."
He could tell that the tiger was calm, cool, and collected, but that didn't change his own feelings. "Ok," Zaku said. Begining to calm himself down, he began asking her for the information on the package. "Is it under your name? He placed the fabrics on the front counter, not far from the couch. He wiped his hands down on his black apron, which was lined with red and silver saftey pins all along the edge of it. The letters in a scratchy, haunted red font red: Roses Bleed.
His clothing was his 'usual' uncommen clothing. Usually black pants, a colored shirt with random writing on it, chains hanging from his pants, piercings, and skater shoes. A pair of pink shirt sleeves were peeking out from the apron, along with his silver chains--which made a sound as they collided when he walked.
"Or is it under someone else's name?"
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Post by +!Dori!+ on Feb 17, 2007 2:34:44 GMT -5
"It's under F.S. I thought it would it would less noticed by him if I just used my initials." She explained, leaning her head back against the couch before getting up. Fu was in her school uniform, her few touches to it here and there with the frayed hem of the skirt. He socks went up high then most, going to mid thigh just below the skirt. Her sailor top had a few tears in it, not to mention her sleeves flared a bit from the boring class days.
Her interest was his style. Reminded her a lot of that girl, Ai from school. Her mind wandered again, her feet taking her between the aisles as her hand smoothed over the bolts of fabric. The different textures we so different from one another it was like magic how they could create such things.
"There should be three shirts and four pairs of jeans. And a dress as well." She told him, wanting to make sure everything was there.
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