Fake It Till You Make It (open)
May 2, 2012 13:01:55 GMT -5
Post by cha2 on May 2, 2012 13:01:55 GMT -5
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Ko stood in one of the many used clothes stores dotting the district, sorting through a box of shirts sitting on a table, ignoring the only guy working there, who'd been making passes at her for the past half-hour. Her ears were forward, her mind focused on this task. Since she'd really figured out her shoe obsession, she'd only used her employee discount at her job for buying shoes, heading back to this type of consignment shop for most of her clothing needs. She couldn't wait till that future day when she wouldn't have to choose between clothes and shoes, but till then, shoes were much more important. Clothes, you could fake it till you made it. Shoes? Not really.
A particular blouse caught her eye and she tugged it free, ears not even flickering as she heard the latest catcall from the idiot. She needed to find out the hours of the girl who normally worked, so she could avoid this ass trying to distract her. The clothes here were too nice most of the time for there to be such an idiot employed. Maybe she should track down the manager...? No. That would be... Well, it just, she didn't really care that much. Peering at the shirt, she decided it was worth it. It was a lovely hot pink fitted top, with flowy, sheer sleeves. It was really pretty, and she thought it would probably look best with simple jeans or a plain skirt of some sort. A good shirt, definitely.
Her ears did flicker as she caught the sound of the door opening, and she glanced over her shoulder, and straight into her ponytail, which she'd had over her shoulder. Carefully, she flicked it off so she could see more than just brown, and after a curious glance at the other person, went back to hunting through the shirts. Maybe now the jerk would stop harassing her...
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Ko thread, go!
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[/div][/td][/tr][/table][/center]Ko thread, go!
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