The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
"So are you a Spring or Autumn colors? I'm more of a Fall personally, but I just loo~oove the Springs. They're so cheery and popping. And with my eyes, you know It's just like WOW."
Lori nodded dumbly at the woman who was supposed to be helping her locate and buy clothes. She was an intelligent, well educated woman. So why could Lori not understand the words coming out of this leggy, brunette's mouth? She'd never felt so... stupid.
Lori's face scrunched up in almost a pained expression as she tried to get an interrupting word inserting into the steady flow that was dribbling from the woman's lips. "Excu-- ... he-- ..." She frowned. Intimidated so easily? Never. "Shut up!" The brunette's jaw dropped open and then clamped shut so fiercely that Lori heard her teeth clap together.
"I came to you for assistance regarding your duties as a store clerk, not the culminations of your life's consideration of the color pink." Lori handed the two items she'd chosen into the woman's shocked and open hands. She didn't really trust that this woman was helping her flatter her figure or whatever anyway. Brunette seemed more interested in running her mouth.
Lori sighed dramatically and went for the door. She was all to anxious to hear the jingle that would ring out her freedom from fashion oppression.
Posted by Kealey Shinbo on Mar 20, 2009 18:30:45 GMT -6
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Shopping. Clothes. The one thing that Kealey spent time and money on that had to do with herself. Anyone who didn't know her, which was most people, would think Kealey one of the most vain creatures on the planet. She, however, would have simply described herself as well put together...and shopping was therapy.
Sure, the act of shopping did absolutely nothing to calm the raging emotions bubbling inside of Kealey. Nothing did that...except for the presence of a certain police officer and in the days since she'd met him, Kealey wondered if she'd have been better off skipping the coffee shop that morning. The brief time she'd spent not feeling everyone else's emotions had simply made Keaely want more of it. That's what she was doing now, distracting herself on her day off. Shopping. Shopping was therapy.
Kealey had dressed for the experience, the women that worked in the shops she frequented treated a woman better when she was well put together. Casual, but well put together. Skinny jeans tucked into a gorgeous pair of slouch boots she'd managed to snag at a closeout and a simple white t-shirt tucked into the waistline under a short-sleeved, brown jacket with cute little poofy sleeves and a belt that cinched right around her waist.
Today had been a good day. Had. Her mood was quickly deteriorating despite the two bags of clothes she was carrying around in the shop she was in. People were irritated though, and it was rubbing off. This left Kealey two options. Leave the shop, or try to do something about the confrontation that was building...somewhere. Kealey wasn't done looking, so that left only option number two.
Scanning the shop for the source of the irritation, Kealey found it in the form of the brunette shop girl completely steam rolling a blond who was even more irritated. A blond that was trying to buy clothes. Kealey's eyes narrowed slightly, the brunette was obviously a commission grubbing cow to be pressuring the other woman so strongly. Then the blond was leaving. That wasn't fair.
Making her way to the front of the store and giving the clerk a look on the way that said, you're not making a penny off me either she took a couple jogging steps to catch up to the other woman...the other woman who was still really irritated. Kealey had to concentrate to push it away and smile a friendly smile at the woman.
"Um... wait a second! I couldn't help but notice how unhelpful that woman was being... Kealey said, cheeks coloring slightly as she realized she was commenting on a conversation where she'd been eavesdropping. "If you were looking for something and you still wanted to look...I might be able to help. I don't work here, but I'm kind of a shopaholic."
"Um... wait a second!" Lori ignored the voice as best she could. The door was just in her reach now. Freedom. This was a silly idea anyway. Stupid even. She should have just gotten a book or something. "I couldn't help but notice how unhelpful that woman was being..." Wouldn't have taken a rocket scientist. She thought as she pushed open the door and stepped out into the overcast midday glare.
"If you were looking for something and you still wanted to look...I might be able to help. I don't work here, but I'm kind of a shopaholic." Lori dropped her hand from shading her eyes. Geez, did the woman not know when to give up? She turned to give her a piece of her mind, but the words didn't make it past her lips.
She was blonde, had the height Lori always dreamed would be nice, and looked like she stepped straight out of a magazine. She'd meant to growl and scare the girl away, but she was everything Lori thought boys might want in a woman. Lori had found her shower buddy - she had the hygiene now she just needed that last little bit to take her from drab to fab... or whatever they were calling it these days.
Lori wore what she always did: steel soled boots with a steel toe that happened to be a half-size too large, cargo pants, and whatever shirt wasn't in the hamper. In other words, clothing donations. She hadn't bought clothes since long before her apartment burned down, but she wasn't above using the homeless card to explain her lack of style.
Anger sufficiently diffused, Lori pondered what would keep the girl around. "Shopaholic..." She shook her head. Manipulation later, disbelief now. "You actually enjoy this?" Actually, Lori realized that this woman and herself did not look so dissimilar. It would be good to get her information just in case she needed a body double some time... or a sister. They could totally hit a club and pull a sister act. "And you would help me? Just because you like it?" She pondered this as well... it didn't have to be all bad. Building relationships with others was an important part of life after all. Heh. Riiiiiight.
Posted by Kealey Shinbo on Mar 21, 2009 9:38:16 GMT -6
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Irritation. A lot of irritation. That's what Kealey could feel from the woman, and it was getting hard to ignore it, really hard. In fact, Kealey really wanted to snap at the woman for not turning around and not acknowledging her, but held back because she knew that the other blond's anger simply had to be directed at the woman who had been so rude, not the one who was trying to help her. Then she turned.
It was always a bit of a mental slap in the face when someone's emotions suddenly changed, and Kealey couldn't stop the slight start that went through he when suddenly the woman was irritated anymore. It took a second for Kealey to figure out exactly what that was. Disbelief? Was the woman really surprised that Kealey would offer help?
It would appear so. The woman voiced her confusion at the term 'shopaholic' and Kealey really looked her over for the first time. She was dressed casually to be sure, but there was no telling where the woman had come from. People wore different things to do all sorts of activities. Maybe this woman was coming from....a construction site? Kealey shook it off, it didn't matter, she'd been treated rudely and the woman deserved to be able to shop just like everyone else.
"I don't like iet...I love it. It's my special brand of therapy." Kealey said, the Irish in her voice coming out more now that she was more comfortable.. and not so irritated thanks to the other woman's change of heart. "Putting outfits together kind of makes me calm...as airheaded and dumb as that sounds."
The woman's disbelief was almost unbelievable in and of itself. Keaeley hadn't ever met someone who thought that help with shopping was a rarity. "I want to help you because you told that commission grubbing brat at the register that you wanted some help and she was apparently too challenged to understand that." Kealey said, a wide smile crossing her features, "The fact that I love doing it is just an added benefit. I'm Kealey." She said, juggling one of the bags onto her wrist to free up her hand, which she offered to the other woman.
Special brand of therapy? Tch. This one needed therapy alright. What a precocious interloper. Lori smiled at her, the face not matching the thoughts one bit. "Putting outfits together makes me want to pull my hair out, but a girl's gotta look good these days to get anywhere."
She had a pocket full of cash, a heap of men to impress, and no idea what to do with herself except that GB wasn't going to get a DIME even if that meant she had to spend it all. Only, she'd never had money before. She didn't know what to do with it all. That brought her back to shopping. A necessary evil in this life.
Lori ducked to hide a smile when Kealey called the leggy cow a brat. They could get along, these two. Kealey could teach her the ways of clothes and Lori could... accept it. Grudgingly. "Thanks for your help." She didn't really mean it. "My apartment burned down so I'm starting from scratch here. I have insurance money to burn, though. Bad wiring." Which was only partially a lie. Her apartment did burn and she really didn't have a wardrobe.
Kealey Shook her hand and Lori responded with a firm and confident grasp. "Elle." She nodded. This could be okay. She just had to lighten up a bit.
"Shall we?"
"I have cash burning a hole in my pocket, let's please." She grinned and motioned for Kealey to start this train wreck. "Lead on, clothing guru."
Posted by Kealey Shinbo on Mar 21, 2009 16:02:26 GMT -6
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Derision served up with a bright smile? Kealey just didn't get it. The woman was still feeling an almost astounding amount of...weird and keep smiling at her? Kealey frowned even as the woman flashed her another bright smile. Kealey didn't know how interested she was in helping someone that was just going to make fun of her while she did it.
The woman pointed out that putting outfits together had a tendency to make her want to pull her hair out and Kealey felt a little better about the situation. Of course the woman would think someone with such an opposite opinion of the activity was an oddity. That, Kealey could live with. At least the emotions matched the words better. Kealey smiled and nodded. "Well, someone out there said that it takes all types. I'm sure you're probably talented at loads of things I couldn't even think of trying."
The other blond thanked her for the help, but she was glowing with anything other than sincerity. At least she'd been amused by the comment about the brunette shop girl, Kealey didn't know how she felt about that though. The only malicious thing she'd said so far had been the only thing to make her genuinely pleased with the situation. She was accepting the help though. Again, the story about the apartment didn't ring with sincerity. It was none of Kealey's business though. She'd offered her help, and she was going to give it.
The blond shook her head, emanating confidence. The grip in the handshake was enough to show that without the emotion flowing from the woman...whose name was Elle. "Good to meet you." She was ready to get the shopping going, and though it was reluctant, Kealey had a feeling the woman really wanted some clothes. That, Kealey could deal with, better than anything.
"Now. I'm not going to talk your ear off like the other woman did...but if I'm going to help you...it might be nice to know exactly what you're shopping for. You said your apartment burned...so we could always start with basics and essentials. Versatile things that no girl should live without." She was moving through the store again, grinning at being called a clothing guru. It was nice to be thought talented in something other than religion. It also helped to have one person's emotions to concentrate on. The others kind of faded into the background.
Coming up on a table filled with button up shirts, Kealey grabbed a black one and a white one. They were tailored to fit snug and were flattering to every figure, though the other blond didn't look like it would take much work to make her look nice. "For example...these will go with anything...plus you can put different colored camis on under them depending on the situation....or jackets over the top. Are there any colors we're avoiding like the plague?" This was a start. Kealey didn't want to scare the poor girl after all, "You're what...size six?" They'd move on to bottoms next.
This woman came off to Lori as the teacher type. She was encouraging in a 'aww you're a lame duck' kind of way. Lori prickled a bit, but was almost certain this woman was sincere. She didn't have to read emotions to tell the difference between being talked down to and when the muddled expression on her face was inviting more explanation.
Elle huffed a sigh and readied herself for the arduous task of learning something painful. "Stupid question, but -- what is a camisole?' Lori took the offered shirts in hand and looked them over. They were good quality. The fabric wasn't too thin or the buttons just anxious to pop off... that was about as far as her knowledge went really. Why had She chosen those as opposed to the ones next to them? Did she want to know? These were the basics and essentials. She tried to memorize every detail about them just in case she had to shop ever again.
For the most part, Elle remained at Kealey's elbow, attempting her best sponge impression. If she made this academic, maybe she would remember some of it. "And while I'm asking dumb questions, should there be colors I avoid? Like... spring colors?" Amusement seeped into her voice and it was completely legitimate. She had no idea what colors went with spring... maybe easter egg ones?
She nodded a the size six comment. Damn. This girl was a pro.
Posted by Kealey Shinbo on Mar 21, 2009 19:54:57 GMT -6
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The woman wasn't interested in the clothing, that much was evident from what she was feeling. Elle was making an effort though, and Kealey decided not to comment. What she'd told Jacen was true, she was usually incredibly forward with people about her talents. Elle was already prickly enough, if the feelings flowing from here were any indication, who knew how the woman would respond. Maybe being a little discreet would be useful in this situation.
She was confused though, and...indimidated? That was interesting, even though she was really slight, the other blond did not seem like someone who would be intimidated easily. It was definitely a good thing that Kealey had decided to stay discreet this time. A cami? The girl didn't know what a cami was. Oh, this was bad. Kealey took it in stride though, "Those spagetti strapped tank top things over there... Kealey said, pointing towards another table a few feet away layered with cami's in all the colors of the rainbow, "They must call them something different here in the states. In Ireland we call them camisoles."
The blond was amused by the color question, or was it the comment that had to be directed at the bratty brunette from earlier. Kealey couldn't help but roll her eyes and giggle a little, "That woman didn't have a clue what she was talking about. There hasn't been any such thing as "spring" and "fall" colors since the early 90's. So don't you listen to a thing she said. What I was asking was, are there any colors you particularly dislike. I'd hate to pick something out for you that you'd rather puke before wearing."
Kealey grinned, size six was perfect. Kealey grinned, it was a gift. Nobody in the world would ever have guessed she'd spent half her life in a novice's habit.
On to the clothing racks Kealey went, "Now, these shirts are good for casual or a little more dressy. The cami's are versitile...so you should pick out several in colors you like. We also need a pair of black pants, a cardigan, a little black dress, and jeans." Kealey grinned at the other girl, hoping she wasn't going too far, too fast. "You still with me?"
Camisole = spaghetti strap. Got it. Lori ambled over to the rainbow spread of cotton/lycra and chose some colors at Kealey's beckoning. "Colors I dislike?" The response was strong and almost immediate. "Pink." The image of a bubblegum pink nurse's scrubs floated to the forefront of her mind. "Pink and brown. I don't mind magenta, just don't coat me in peptobismol."
To prove that she was not opposed to magenta, Lori picked up a camisole of that color and added it to the bright yellow and neon blue ones that were already in her hand. "I think my favorite color is yellow... if that helps at all." She shrugged and picked up a black camisole also. Lori was attracted to bold and strong colors. Super saturated and bright things were pretty.
"Did yo go to a class or something? Seriously, how do you know this stuff?" She was so bewildered and out of her element. She had some general good feelings toward the camisoles in her hand, though. It wasn't bad when there was someone to break it down in pieces for her.
Kealey went into hyperdrive then. "I have some jeans already... though I'm guessing you wouldn't approve of them." Well, there was a new and unexpected standard for her life, WWKW. What would Kealey wear? She nodded slowly, dumbly when Kealey asked if she was still following the conversation. "Aren't cardigans the things people wore in the 50's with poodle skirts?" At least, she wasn't afraid to ask questions.
Posted by Kealey Shinbo on Mar 22, 2009 17:45:09 GMT -6
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Elle disliked pink. It made sense. Many girls who felt like they had something to prove put pink on the same plane as an apron or a set of oven mitts. It was a shame, pastels would have complimented Elle just as well as the bold colors she was picking out for herself.
Elle pointed out that she liked yellow and Kealey grinned, at least she knew a little something about herself, and yellow was something they could definitely work with. Kealey looked at the girl as she picked out cami's, she really was doing quite well for herself after a little guidance, but she was on her heels, completely out of her element and confused as all get out.
A class? Kealey simply had to laugh a bit when Elle asked her if she'd taken a class to learn all these things, "No...no class. Just lots of magazines...I had something of an alternative upbringing and I didn't get to do a whole lot of girl things. In the past I always saw clothes and fashion as a little bit of a vice...a hobby that I could immerse myself in. Trust me, I didn't have many other options. What about you? If you're not a fashionista, what kinds of things are you into?"
Elle was doing a good job keeping up, even if she was exaggerating a little when she said she was still with Kealey. The discomfort that the other blond was feeling was evident as well as slight derision from earlier, but if Kealey knew emotions...and she figured she did, Elle was slowly starting to enjoy herself a little. This was a good thing and Kealey felt like she was actually helping instead of just tagging along as an irritation.
Elle had jeans, but she wasn't sure Kealey would approve of them. A thin eyebrow arched that and she smiled and shook her head, "Probably, the most important thing I can tell you, is that you've got to wear what makes you comfortable. There's no point in buying any of this," Kealey gestured at the clothes in the store, "If you're not at least comfortable with the idea of yourself in it. You won't wear it. Do I think with your figure that you should have at least two pairs of skinny jeans...yes, but that's me. Some girls can't stand the things."
Elle asked about cardigans and poodle skirts and Kealey trilled with amusement, she could exactly say no, but she had a feeling that the admission would turn Elle off of one of the essentials. "In the past...yeah, I think women wore them with poodle skirts...but more recently they can be worn over those camis, with skirts, with jeans, pretty much with anything. Very versatile.. Kealey scanned the racks and found the supect in question, pulling one and holding it out. "See, not so bad."
Kealey looked around the shop some more, they'd pretty much covered the basics if Elle was trying to restock her wardrobe after losing most of it in a fire. Surely the girl didn't want to do a whole new set of clothing in a single day. But just in case, Kealey asked, she was having fun and starting to enjoy the company of another woman too much to pass up the opportunity if it presented itself, "Now, you can fill in the rest with slim fitting t-shirts or tank tops, or whatever else...but you do still need a pair of black pants. I don't know if you're wanting to move onto club or evening wear...but I'd love to help."
Elle didn't prickle nearly as much when Kealey laughed at her question about a class. "Maybe you should teach a class..." She considered how to go about getting a client base for that kind of thing. Run around and grab ugly people? Hmm. Something told her that wouldn't go over too hot.
Honestly, except for the sections that clearly spelled things out, how did Kealey learn these things from those magazines? Slowly over time? That would take years of flipping through droll material with perhaps one tip a magazine. And then some of the tips would be outdated by the time she complied a list! Gah. No, a personal tutor was much more Lori's style. And then Kealey asked what Lori was into. Her response was automatic.
"Electromagnetic theory. Specifically diamagnetic levitation by use of solenoids are my favorite reading materials just now, though I'm always up for a good circuit diagram." She waited for the inevitable blank stare. "I'm kind of a science nerd." She chuckled. "Just don't tell anyone, okay?" And then she winked at Kealey. Everyone enjoyed a well-placed wink, right?
When Kealey gave Elle her speech about not wearing things that made her uncomfortable Lori couldn't help but set her camisoles down so that she could have a good belly laugh. "You wouldn't believe some of the things I've worn." Specifically a Sailor Venus costume came to mind. Not that it was poorly made, but spandex and a tutu can't really count as clothes. "I think it's more embarassing not knowing what I'm doing. You just keep picking them and stick around for the inevitable self-doubt that comes with the try on stage and we'll make it through somehow."
She showed her what a cardigan was and well, honestly Lori would have just worn the camisole on its own, decency be damned. But She wasn't the "fashionista" as Kealey had called it, she she accepted the sweater-thing anyway. It really didn't matter. Honestly, the more she spent the better, she could finally get rid of some of this bank-robbed cash.
Kealey didn't seem to want to leave once the cardigan lesson was over, and even with the modest to ridiculous price tagged items in Elle's hands, there wasn't enough to drain the wads of cash stashed in her pockets. "Club wear sounds good." She didn't want the wrong type of person talking to her there and apparently her clothes had been sending the wrong message for years. "And what about a little dress? Didn't you say I needed one of those?" And those were usually pretty expensive too, right? She wondered if the little was a physical small size or, small amount of fabric maybe... She may have to ask about that next.
Posted by Kealey Shinbo on Mar 24, 2009 14:41:13 GMT -6
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At least Elle wasn’t nearly as prickly as she’d been earlier on in the shopping experience. That had made things difficult at first, the irritation bleeding over from the woman. Kealey sighed slightly at the almost amiable feelings coming from her now. It was a relief, and a heck of a lot less confusing since she wasn’t having to fight conflicting emotions.
”Me? Teach a class?” Kealey said, a look of utter disbelief crossing her features at the suggestion. Actually teaching a group of people about anything, when she had no formal training herself? That was an impossibility that Kealey really didn’t want to even think about, she’d be exposed as the self-taught magazine fraud she was in no time!
”I don’t think that would be a good idea…not at all. I don’t do well in group settings for a number of reasons. The least of which being, that I taught myself everything I know. Most people wouldn’t care for my opinion.”
Elle was feeling slightly overwhelmed again, and mixed with her own feelings at the thought of being in a classroom full of people, Kealey found herself a little antsy, looking around for something occupy her while Elle rattled of a series of highly technical words that apparently had something to do with the interest question Kealey had asked a moment before. A science nerd? Nerd? No, smart, yes. Kealey was vaguely jealous.
”Wow.” she said, her look not so much blank as impressed. ”I stick to religion and philosophy myself. I’ve got a sort of unique background that lends itself to that topic. I did alright in other subjects in secondary, but was never really focused.” It was true, Kaeley was still a little amazed that she’d ever graduated from secondary studies…and the nuns had been kind enough to get her a special testing permit for her graduation exams. She’d done well, but was far from a genius, then Elle winked at her…that was strange. Kealey laughed and shook her head.
Elle did want help with club wear. It was almost amusing to Kealey that she’d offered help on this particular subject considering the fact that she hadn’t ever been to a club. She’d seen the pictures though, and the people as they came and went. Little dresses, Kealey could do, easily.
”Hmmm.” Kealey mused, moving from rack to rack and browsing the clothing as she went, ”Honestly…any of this is going to be flattering on you. You’re tiny. I’d stick with your bold color choices as opposed to pastels though. They’ll be more striking. Skirts can be overrated though, I’d stick to pants or capris. Heels if you can.” she said, trying to give Elle a little more freedom to pick out her own clothes. It was a learning experience after all. The dresses were too fun though. And Elle wanted her to stick around for the try on stage? Kealey grinned, this was getting to be almost too much fun. Obviously Elle didn’t think she was prying anymore. Then Elle pointed out that Kealey wouldn’t believe some of the things she’d worn. An ironic smile came to the blonds face and she chuckled softly, “You really wouldn’t believe some of the things I’ve worn.” In fact, if Elle knew she was taking fashion advince from a woman who’d spent years in a novice nun’s habit, she’d probably drop the clothes she had and run. That’s why Kealey wouldn’t ever teach a class.
”If we’re looking for versatile, you’re going to want a little black dress. Nothing to short or skimpy because it’s something you could wear in all kinds of different situations. If you’re looking for something fun, though, it’s no holds bar. I’d avoid prints though, and those stupid huge mumu looking things that are so popular right now. For a girl as slight and slender as you, I’d go for something that looks like it was cut from the cloth to fit you, again, in bold colors.” Kealey said, stopping in front of the first rack of dresses, ”What do you think? she said, pulling a royal blue cotton, haltered sundress from the rack. The skirt was edged in large scallops and very cute, if a little casual.
”Or are you looking for something more like….this” she finished, grabbing another dress, this one midnight blue, satiny and rushed down the front, but also a halter, this one had a snort, narrow skirt and would probably fit like a second skin.
Elle shrugged when Kealey turning down her idle interest in organizing a class. She'd already turned it down as a get right quick scheme of sorts, not that she really needed it; and if Kealey wouldn't want to teach it then there was no point pursuing it. There were teacher types, but not all of them could or would teach.
When Kealey mentioned she was interested in religion and philosophy... well Elle nodded as if it were very interesting, but she was cringing on the inside. Her exposre to religions was limited to the door-to-door type that came to visit her family once her mother had left. She didn't know much of anything about anything, and really she was doing just fine without it. Elle busied herself with an obnoxious yellow leather coat. It was yellow and she seemed quite fascinated with it. Was soft yellow leather against some sacred rule? She tucked it underneath the other clothes she was holding. Kealey need never know. Elle smiled, quite pleased with her "deviousness" at picking something for herself.
Anything would be flattering? She eyed the racks of clothes warily. She didn't think most of these things would do well on her. True, she was small, but she contained a deceptive solidity due to muscle. "I play a lot of sports so I have a hard time with arms sometimes." And that made the halter dresses Kealey kicked perfect. Instinctually, Elle went for the darker blue. The royal blue one looked too... innocent. She didn't want to be mistaken for a lost child.
"No mumu's got it." She didn't like the big prints usually. They tended to look like pajamas. There was no need for pajamas. Skin was plenty comfortable for sleeping and that meant she didn't mind clothes that fit like a second one. It was like wearing nothing: one of her favorite fashions.
Elle was getting quite a pile now and rather than toting it around, she decided it might be time to try things on. Of course, she hadn't let any of the clerks take the clothes from her and start a room before. She was too suspicious to let people walk away with her things even if they weren't just hers yet. She wanted to know where they were at all times. Only a fool trusted their things to strangers.
Lucky the dressing rooms were large enough that she could spread the things out in some semblance of organization. Without organization, there would be no way to figure all this out. Since Kealey decided to wait outside, she would have to walk out for the items she was unsure of. Sometimes, if Elle got to this stage, she would try things on and second guess herself out of buying anything at all. The clothes were always too tight in the arms, gapped at the chest, or were too long in several areas. Stupid non-standardized clothing.
There were only a few things she was iffy about. A few shirts and the arm thing. She just had to make sure it didn't look silly if it was tight on the biceps. The silky rouched dress was like sex. That went on the buy pile for sure. And the yellow jacket. She hated being warm, but... it was a jacket... a YELLOW one.
"Kealey?" Lori's voice came uncertainly from behind the dressing room door. "Would you want something?" Lori was finaggling herself into a pair of black pants that were probably a "no" were they supposed to come up so high and drag on the ground? "Would you pick out something for you? So I can..." She tried to think of how to say it... "get even" sounded like Kealey had done something wrong. "Just so we're square, you know... for you putting up with me." That was surely another way to burn some cash...
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Elle didn’t seem too put out by the fact that Kealey didn’t want to teach her fashion class. That led Kealey to believe that she’d either been joking or hadn’t invested much in the idea at all. Either way, Kealey was relieved; it meant that they didn’t have to talk about it anymore.
The internal cringe that Elle felt when Kealey brought up her topics of study was enough to make Kealey cringe herself. Ouch. Religion was a sore topic for some people, something that could, and often was, a strictly personal matter. For someone like her though, who’d been raised knowing nothing else, it was baffling that a person could feel that way about something as solid as faith. Soon enough though, the discomfort over that subject turned to…deviousness? As Elle worked her way through a specific rack full of coats, they were bold and some would probably say ostentatious, but Kealey smiled to herself as Elle pulled out a bright yellow, leather confection. Even if it was something Kealey probably wouldn’t pick out for herself, the cut was nice and Elle had actually pulled something of her own. The girl was incredibly pleased with herself, or the jacket and that made it even better.
Elle pointed out that sometimes she had trouble with arms because she was athletic and Kealey nodded with the realization that while Elle was slight, she was pretty solid. Kealey smiled though and nodded her head, ”You keep giving me reasons to be jealous. I really don’t have an athletic bone in my body. Those things we picked out should still be okay though, assuming the button-up shirts are comfortable."
They’d made it to the try-on stage, and Kealey had a few things she’d grabbed for herself on along the way, but wasn’t planning to try them on. She sat outside the dressing room, chatting to Elle as she tried things on and deciphering her reaction to them by the various emotions filtering out through the dressing room door. ”Whatever it is you’re trying on right now, don’t buy it…you’re uncomfortable and won’t ever wear it..” she said without thinking, then shut her mouth so fast she nearly bit her tongue. If that didn’t seem odd, Kealey didn’t know what would, until Elle offered to buy her something for helping out. The woman really did feel kind of in debt to her, and there was need there too, Kealey could only guess it was a need to pay her back.
”I couldn’t possibly let you do that…” Kealey said, voice loud enough for Elle to hear, but soft enough that the whole store wouldn’t be privy to their conversation. ”I don’t have any girlfriends here, and the girl time was more than payment enough.” It was partially true, at least, something Kealey could pass off as a necessary evil. She didn’t have any girlfriends in New York , what did it matter that she’d never had any girlfriends in Ireland either? People had always steered clear of her once they found out what she could do. For some reason, Kealey didn’t want that to happen with Elle, this had been fun. ”You weren’t anything to put up with either.” Kealey said with a grin, even though Elle couldn’t see it, ”I’m sure if I were trying to stumble my way through, what was it? Electromagnetic theory? You’d have been every bit as helpful. I am however going to get a few of the things I picked up while we were grabbing clothes for you. Despite the incompetence of the staff, this is one of my favorite places to shop.”
Elle was debating about a white shirt. She had a ...camisole... under it, but it really bothered her that she could see the blue undershirt through the paper-thin fabric. Not to mention the back wasn't wide enough. She couldn't even reach forward without it pulling tight on her arms. This was a ridiculous design! Why didn't it fit like the long sleeved ones?
In her irritation, she must have said something or made some noise because Kealey blurted out a comment about Elle's obvious distaste for the item.
"What are you psychic?" She meant it to be a joke, but Kealey's answering hesitation was deafening. Lori changed the subject, but puzzled over Kealey's strange comment as she half listened about Kealey having no friends and sob this and sob about that.
"Look, I'd still want to buy you something. I don't make friends so maybe at least you'd have something to remember this momentous occasion." Elle poked her head out the door keeping it closed enough to hide herself since it hardly seemed appropriate to march over there naked and grab Kealey by the collar to demand answers. Though the thought had seriously crossed her mind. If Kealey really was psychic she would have known that. "You're not really psychic are you?" Psychic or not, Elle popped her head back and plotted how to steal something from Kealey to buy for her while she but her regular clothes back on. "Don't mind if you are, I'd just like to know exactly what information is getting out is all." Because if it was the wrong information, Kealey, no matter how helpful, was going to get hurt.
Lori looked at her to buy pile and her not to buy and that only solidified her reserve to pay for something of Kealey's. Assuming the girl could come clean about her outburst in a way that made logical sense, they could still be friends and that meant Lori still owed her something in return for the help. Of course it helped that she'd be unloading some of that ill-gotten cash, but... hey, she didn't mind making a friend that way.
