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Post by Claire Lyons on Oct 2, 2008 16:59:54 GMT -5
Claire walked down the street, three big shopping bags already weighing her down and it was only 10 am! Claire was thinking about planning a party so she went out in hopes of finding inspiration.
As she walked down the street, a Vanilla Bean Frap. in hand, Claire spotted a little boutique called Ou La La. It had a plum colored skirt in it's display window that catch her eye. She pushed the door open to go in, the little bell on top giving a little ding. She walked over to the smiling sales lady and asked her for the skirt in the window and she told her that it was a one of a kind store. Everything was hand made and no two things were alike, unless you asked for another one to be made. A grin spread across Claire's face as she listened to the sales lady; she told her that she wanted to try on that skirt and she was going to look around a bit.
She wandered to the closest rack and immediately picked up a short pink mini dress. She grabbed a few more ideas that caught her eye and ended up with at least 18 items as she walked towards the change room.
Inside the stall was the skirt and she tried it on first, it fitted like a glove. It took Claire 25 minutes to finish trying everything on and she was pleased, she liked them all. She picked everything up and walked out of the stall, towards the counter. She gave the sales lady the clothes and her credit card. The total came up to $990 and Claire gave the lady her business card and asked her to call whenever anything new came in. The sales lady then informed her that she was the owner and Claire's grin grew even wider. She pointed out to the sales lady that she was a model and if the store needed any models, she would be willing to do it and that money was no problem. She pointed out her work number on the card and gave the lady a smile as she nodded and gave Claire her's.
"Just call anytime Natalie." she told her, then something else caught her eye and she went back to looking at more clothes, leaving the shopping bags behind the counter where Natalie said she was going to watch it for her. She was so distracted by all the clothes, she didn't hear the bell of another customer coming in.
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Post by Alicia Rivera on Oct 2, 2008 17:49:36 GMT -5
Alicia Rivera walked down the lines of stores, deciding which one to go in. She hadn't been shopping since she had gotten to easton, and she needed some new clothes. Once she found some cute little boutique, she walked in.
It seemed to have cute clothes, so she looked around a bit. Then out of the corner of her eye, she saw Claire Lyons. "Claire!" She shouted out. Then started walking over towards her. Claire was full of bags and looked like she's been shopping for a while. Alicia felt a little on and off with Claire, sometimes she liked her, other times she didn't. But ever since she had gotten to Easton she had felt oddly lonely. So seeing Claires familiar face was very refreshing.
Ever since she got here, she barely had seen the pretty committee, which was weird because back in Westchester, they basically spen every second together. Overall she liked it at Easton, minus the not seeing her friends part. She immediatly made herself approved by the alpha at Easton, Noelle Lange. She had wanted to burst to everyone about it, but Noelle didn't like Massie and thought Alicia was alpha, and if word got around that Alicia was trying to be an alpha again... well Alicia just hates thinking about what would happen. It is best to be on Massie's good side, which was one thing Claire and Alicia had expierence with.
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Post by Claire Lyons on Oct 2, 2008 18:38:31 GMT -5
Claire looked up as she heard her name and smiled when she saw it was Alicia. "Heey!" she said as she ran over to give her a quick hug, "I've missed you." Claire hadn't seen much of the TPC lately and she was happy to have bumped into Alicia. "I love your outfit." Claire complimented. Claire had always thought of Alicia as a good friend even though sometimes she sensed that Alicia didn't like her much but she didn't mind, it usually takes people a while to warm up to the new girl. However, Claire was super glad to see Alicia at the moment; she held up to shirts draped on her arm. One of a dark navy v-neck sweater and the other was the same but in black, "I'm not sure which one to pick...or should I just get both?" Claire asked Alicia, "I trust your fashion sense." she smiled, Alicia was very up to date to the latest fashion trends and stuff like that, she'd know which one to pick.
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Post by Alicia Rivera on Oct 2, 2008 23:03:28 GMT -5
She smiled and returned the hug. It was great to see claire. Of course, she took the fashion question very seriously. "Most Def, the blue one. Claire you should know that, black washes you out" She said smiling. She loved when people asked her fashion advice. "So Claire, how has Easton treated you so far?" Alicia had liked it, but she felt like she was being left out of tpc since she got here. Plus, she was still waiting on Noelle to introduce her to some cute boys.
That was one of Alicia's goals this year, Get a real boyfriend. Which would seem like an easy task for a girl like Alicia, but she was kind of shy around boys, which would be hard to believe for some people. She was so over, just childish flirting and dumb stuff like that. Thinking about boys made her curious to see if Claire had gotten any action this year, "So, hows you love life going?" She asked smiling.
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Post by Claire Lyons on Oct 3, 2008 15:24:11 GMT -5
Claire put the black sweater back on the rack and thanked Alicia for her opinion.
"Easton's okay, haven't met much people yet." she gave a oh so small pout.
Then Alicia asked about her love life, and Claire raised an eyebrow, "Love life? What love life?" she kidded, "The good ones are all taken." she walked over to the counter to pay for the sweater, "We've so gotta go boy watching later." then she remembered her other friends, "On second thought...we've so gotta hang out as a group soon, I haven't seen everyone for so long, if y'all wasn't so pretty, think I would've forgotten how you all look." she said as she gave Natalie her credit card.
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Post by Alicia Rivera on Oct 3, 2008 21:00:47 GMT -5
She decided to just go out on a wing, and give claire honesty for once. " Well, I miss them and all, but i've been meeting some way cool people here, and i'm just kinda over Massie, shes to childish for me." As soon as she said it she regreted it. Of course Claire would tell Massie, they were BFFS but, on the other hand, she didn't care if Massie heard what she said. Massie was nothing here at Easton.
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Post by Claire Lyons on Oct 4, 2008 9:08:44 GMT -5
When Alicia said she was over Massie, Claire looked at Alicia in shock, "But you're her best friend."
She took Alicia's hand and lead her over to the couch, "What happened??" Claire asked as she sat down, "Did Massie do something to you?" Claire didn't know what had happened, had Massie bitched at Alicia? Or was Alicia just wanted a change, "Don't worry, I won't tell Massie any of this."
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Post by Reed Brennan on Oct 5, 2008 15:23:38 GMT -5
[[ooc- mind if Reed jumps into this? i just wanted to ask before posting.]]
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Post by Alicia Rivera on Oct 5, 2008 15:40:01 GMT -5
"No, she didn't do anything to me. I've just been spending a lot of time around other people, and I like it. I'm sick of being so tied up, Massie acts like shes the queen of everything, but she's not anymore and she can get over it." Alicia hadn't actually seen massie here at Easton, but she just assumed massie was still acting like that. "I'm just ready for a change in senery, you know?" she didn't know why she was telling Claire so much, but she just felt like she could trust her, and she really needed to vent to someone.
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Post by Claire Lyons on Oct 5, 2008 16:32:59 GMT -5
[[ ooc:go right ahead (: ]] Claiew nodded with what Alicia said, it was true, if they were to fit in here where there already was a alpha...they'd better get clean up their act, "I guess you're right..." she smiled at Alicia, "I think I understand what you're trying to say. And if you need anything, just ask and I'll do my best." Claire didn't want Alicia to think that she was going have to break free of Massie by herself. Then reaching into her pocket, Claire got out a pack of Trident gum, popped a piece in her mouth then offered Alicia one.
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Post by Reed Brennan on Oct 6, 2008 14:53:20 GMT -5
[[ooc- thanks!]]
Reed Brennan walked across the street to the botiques. She still didn't have her license. She only had her temps which she had had since she lived in Pennsylvania. That was a long time ago. It actually seemed like an eternity. Reed sighed and pulled her coat tight. She was freezing. Reed had some extra cash that Kiran had given her and she was looking for a black elegent dress to wear to a fancy resturant Thomas was going to take her too. Reed entered the botique and bells went off. She sighed again and smiled at the lady working. Reed headed toward the back of the store where the dresses where. There were two girls shopping. A petite blonde and a pretty hispanic girl. Reed smiled in a friendly way and looked through a rack of dresses.
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