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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2013 22:49:02 GMT
[attr="class","up"] THE PERFECT WORDS THAT I'VE NOT SPOKEN Erik didn't know what he hated more - shopping for himself, or a pleasant trip to the doctors. While he was scared to death of the doctors, he absolutely despised being shoved into buying much of anything for himself when he preferred to spend it on just about anyone else who would take it. Sadly, it was rare that Erik could find someone who really would accept hand outs, and it was even more rare for him to find someone who wouldn't think he was weird for just outright asking it. So h pretty much kept to himself, rummaging through various racks while at the same time debating on whether actually buying clothes was worth his time anyway.
After enough time for Erik to make the choice between a few shirts, he left the store with a bag in hand, making a beeline towards the exit the moment he handed over the money. Once he was out, Erik had to think for a moment on where he wanted to go, quickly deciding that anywhere was better than where he was at the moment, and started walking in a randomly picked direction.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2013 21:04:43 GMT
He didn't shop often. His wardrobe hadn't changed much, from slacks and dress shirts, for years now. Clothes wore down eventually, and he bought more of just about the same thing, and that was as much shopping as he ever did. His car was the one precious thing he owned, upgraded and polished and cherished. He had a small bag - a shirt, a new tie; and that was the only business he had there. Picking up girls at the mall felt juvenile. Literally, high school aged mall rats, were all there were to look at. But he would certainly look, craning his neck at any whose age seemed particularly tragic from his end, until he bumped into someone else in the flow of the crowd. "Sorry." he said, a bit halfheartedly as he tore his gaze away to look at the person in front of him instead. HAVEN LOVELL @erik idk who he bumped into |
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Post by HAVEN LOVELL on Sept 18, 2013 16:52:05 GMT
Consensus among those of his gender deemed shopping to be the ban of any man's existence. Haven disagreed. It wasn't as terrible as other guys made it seem. Maybe he was and oddball - okay, he definitely was an oddball. After all, men typically didn't go shopping for women's clothes and shoes. But Haven had come to like wearing skirts and cute blouses since joining the circus. He certainly had the figure and face for it. Androgyny worked for him, sometimes. Two problems presented themselves as a result: uncomfortable shoes and pigheaded men.
He had become accustomed to both. Now he shamelessly hit the mall while a sale put everything into his price range, whether it was tops, bottoms or shoes. It was like the fates were begging him to be at the mall. And there he was with arms overflowing with bags. Haven, grinning to himself, soon found himself flat on his behind and the contents of his bags strewn across the for, even the cute underwear he picked up. Wasting no time, he swept up what he could back into the bag. "Does anyone watch where they're going?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2013 21:22:56 GMT
Ducking into a clothing store nearby, Erik had reappeared moments later with a few new shirts. It wasn't as much as he probably would have wanted, but it was easier to get than a whole load of clothing. He never really was much of a shopper, and for some reason Erik had found that spending as little time doing it as possible was the best way to avoid it entirely. Walking out of the clothing store was more of an adventure than walking in, watching someone knock cleanly down. He had found himself walking over, extending a hand to the victim. "Need a hand?" He would have helped pick up the strewn items, but it seemed Haven had already done that. HAVEN LOVELL @raul |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2013 3:38:54 GMT
Raul wasn't particularly beefy – he was on the skinny side if anything, but he had a lot more weight than the wisp of a girl that he'd bumped into. He'd barely felt the collision, but her crying out drew his attention. He raised a brow.
"I said sorry, kid." Before he could go on, there was someone else by her side already to help her up. No need for him to offer his help, then. Instead he scrutinized the girl – she looked a bit young, enough that he decided to press his lips together and shrug. There was also something a bit… off about her, than he couldn’t put his finger on.
Glancing to the white haired man then back to the girl, Raul nodded. "Looks like he got you, miss." He said with a flippant salute before he resumed his walking past the two of them.
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