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Post by Priscila Sinclair II on Oct 16, 2017 10:02:31 GMT -8
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With Sinclair stopped at Alto for the day, Priscilla had decided to indulge herself a little. With her new desire, or perhaps more accurately her new hobby of becoming a coordinator, pampering herself and making sure she remained as presentable as ever. First a trip to the alto hot springs, warm herself up and have a nice relaxing time before enjoying the rest of the spa's facilities. A deep massage, beauty treatments, the works, and in anticipation of a potential contest coming up soon, she decided to continue her pleasant day back on the train, already having gone through her first store and carrying along two shopping bags, humming quietly to herself as she examined one of the latest new fashion trends on the shelves. It was a bit..."rough" for her tastes but she had to appeal to the audiences somehow. She'd been reviewing recent contests and...well.
Between the silver haired punk and the girl who stripped mid performance...well suffice to say judges perhaps weren't looking for something so high class.
Her eyes narrowed a little at the price tag but her smirk perked again when she realized she could find something more expensive in a shop down the road. She wouldn't be seen in some cheap garbage even if it was fashionable.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2017 20:10:20 GMT -8
feel the light shining in the dark of the night | He might dress like a street rat sometimes, but Mike had to admit, he enjoyed the shopping center in Alto. Some of it was a little pricey, but he was a biomedical engineer, and a Gym Leader, so he had a little bit of money. Mike was window shopping, sucking on a milkshake straw. He had to finish it before he went in, at least if they saw him he would. He just had to go in unseen. Which, sucking on that straw, is exactly what he did.
This store had some of Mike's favorite trends and brands, and the people knew him. They didn't typically mind him bringing in food or drinks, as long as he didn't make a mess and finished it before he touched the clothes. He always does. So for now, Mike was browsing with his eyes, looking for anything that might interest him. He was looking at clothing, walking slowly, not paying attention to where he was going. That was of course a mistake, as he rounded a corner and ran into a girl, spilling his milkshake all down her front.
Mike blanched, holding his hands up in front of him. "I am so sorry. F**k, that's my bad. I'm sorry."
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Post by Priscila Sinclair II on Oct 17, 2017 2:08:05 GMT -8
"Hmmm...so I want this this and this but...well, better.~" Letting a price tag slip from her fingers, Priscilla picked up her backs and hugged them against her inner elbow on each arm as she started to move again, humming softly, eager to try out some new outfits and picture how she'd look on stage with them. Sure she hoped not to become as trashy as some other coordinators she'd seen, but that didn't mean she couldn't use her refined figure to her advantage every now and then. Winning was winning afterall and-
"AH!"
A jolt ran through her syste as her eyes snapped open, she felt the milkshake before she really registered what had happened, her sleeveless blouse sticking to her front as whatever color the milkshake was stained the front of it, the fabric thin enough for her underwear to be seen through, blushing furiously and wrapping both arms around herself. The spill wasn't honestly all that big, leaving a line down her front which revealed very little more than some slightly more defined features of her chest and stomache, her eyes practically screaming hellfire and fury as she glared at the man she'd bumped into, hunching over and dropping her bags to better cover the mess with her arms.
"What on earth where you doing!? Don't you have eyes!?" Of course she'd once said that before and instantly felt guilty when she spotted the person's guide Poochyena, but there was no pokemon this time and this was her favorite blouse.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2017 10:13:55 GMT -8
feel the light shining in the dark of the night | Mike felt horrible, staring at the pretty blonde he had just accidentally dumped the rest of his milkshake on. It soaked her shirt, and she wrapped her arms around herself to cover herself. Mike paled a little and threw his eyes up to the ceiling. His hands went up in front of him in surrender. None of the milkshake got on the floor or on any of the clothes hanging up, which he supposed was a kind of luck. Judging from the glare in the girl's eyes, though, that was where his luck ran out.
"I wasn't watching where I was going, that's my bad. D-do you want my sweater? You know, to cover up?" The paleness of his face had faded some and was replaced by a it of a blush. He was purposely not looking down, keeping his eyes above her head to help protect her decency. "If there's anything I can do, tell me. It's my fault this happened, and I feel terrible."
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Post by Priscila Sinclair II on Oct 20, 2017 1:28:13 GMT -8
Priscilla's glare only grew worse, even as he seemed to look over her head and offer some sense of decency to her she didn't have enough focus to see it right now, her "blue blood" showing as the offer of his sweater only made her grit her teeth harder. "I don't want your cheap sweater! I want you not to have spilled...what even is this!?" It was the same color as coffee (presumably if it was chocolate) but cold and her brain wasn't in a condition to find the obvious result of those two facts. Instead, she turned away with a growling huff, arms still around herself and bags on the floor behind her.
"Carry those and follow me." The tone of her voice really didn't seem like it was giving him a choice, but she did stop a few steps away to make sure he was following before leading him to the changing rooms, slipping into a curtained stall and holding out a hand. "The pink bag." it was clear from the sounds behind the curtain she was likely removing more than just the ruined shirt."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2017 10:08:13 GMT -8
feel the light shining in the dark of the night | Mike's eyes went downward briefly, meeting her glare."Uhh, a chocolate milkshake? I;d say you should try it, but, well..." Probably a poor joke to make, but Mike was trying to cheer her up a bit. He'd probably ruined her top, and he wondered idly if a good dry cleaners could get the stain out. He'd gotten some pretty nasty stains out of dress shirts and t shirts at a dry cleaners before, but it depended on the fabric sometimes. His eyes shot back up above her head as she growled and whipped around, demanding he follow her.
Mike snatched up the bags, following after her automatically. Sheesh, he'd forgotten how scary women could be. He stopped awkwardly outside the change room curtain. A slender hand stuck out from behind it and demanded the pink bag, which Mike fumbled for and handed to her. In a way, it was kind of lucky she'd been shopping already when he spilled his milkshake. She'd caught all the liquid on her top, preventing it from getting anywhere else, and she already had some other clothes that she could change into. Mike turned around, his back to the curtain, waiting there almost like an awkward embarrassed bodyguard. "Er, I know a good dry cleaner that might be able to get the stain out of your shirt, if you like. On me, of course, it was my fault after all." |
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Post by Priscila Sinclair II on Oct 25, 2017 10:50:26 GMT -8
"Oh please, like I'd go to any cheap dry cleaner you'd recommend. I'm sure my own will work just fine." Okay, maybe laying on the bitch a bit thick here but she was genuinely pissed. She never liked getting so messy, but she'd specifically came out today to spend some money and make herself feel better after she'd been struggling with a contest routine she'd planned. Noooo, universe wouldn't allow that would it. There was a heavy sigh from behind the curtain as she removed her shirt, holding it out and examining the damage, mumbling something about the dry cleaners having their work cut out for them, when in reality the damage was probably fairly minimal compared to what it could have been.
"If you really want to pay me back..." She huffed a little as she pulled a fresh shirt over her front, the sound of a zip coming next as she worked out of her pants, not about to be caught dead in a mis-matched outfit. "You can help me shop and save your advice on dry cleaners for yourself." Opening up the curtain she held the pink bag in one hand, buttoning up her denim jacket with the other, her old clothes likely resting in the bag now, looking down her nose at the gym leader waiting outside. "Surely it's the least you can do, hmmmm?~"
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