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So it was needless to say that the bus ride was an interesting one for both Agnes and her adoptive sister Gina. First of all, the bus was rather crowded today, ushering along every different type of man, woman and child as they all rode together to get as close to their destinations as possible. Though cleaning standards were usually supposed to be good on buses, sometimes they tend to slip underneath what is acceptable. Agnes remembered thinking that as she watched a loose, green colored twinkie roll past her foot. She resisted she resisted the urge to retch and instead scooted over, a little closer to Gina and looked out the bus’ window. But the most awkward thing was that attempting to not drawn attention themselves as being mutants. It was tricky, but they had somehow managed to pull it off.
Maybe people just did not care to question, maybe their days were just too busy, whatever the case, the two were scot-free and nobody really seemed to draw attention to the gargoyle looking teen, or her pale, insect-smelling cohort. Maybe people simply thought they were part of the goth/emo crowd instead of actually being mutants. Whatever the case was, Agnes was glad for the break.
Sitting next to her adoptive sister, Agnes turned and smiled at Gina. She was definitely a bright personality and one that always made her feel better. Ever since her break down, the nightmare had been plaguing her again. It rarely afforded her a moment of rest. But Gina, sweetest mutant she ever did meet, had the brilliant idea of going shopping today. Luckily Agnes had managed to save some more money from further ghost writing, but now that the semester was over, she knew she was going to be low on funds. But that did not mean she could not have a simple girls’ day out.
With a smile she watched the world outside the bus windows rolls slowly buy, noted the people as they went about their lives. She wondered how many of them were going through something similar to her. How many of them had some horrid secret in their past that plagued them daily. Did they manage to overcome it? Or was that person walking down the sidewalk simply a shell of who they used to be?
Agnes was about to go on before she immediately stopped herself and shook her head. Wow, maybe I really am getting Emo, she thought to herself. Quickly she decided that today would not be the day for that. Instead, she was going to go out and at least try to have some fun with her sister Gina.
A glance over and she patted Gina’s knee as she saw that they were getting closer to the mall. She needed some new shirts anyways.
“We better get ready to get off the bus,” she whispered to Gina. “I doubt they’re going to give us much time to hop off.” she smiled and nudged her friend again. “Thanks for coming up with this brilliant idea.”
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Buses, to Gina, were like medieval torture devices. She could use chairs just fine, and was mildly uncomfortable when it came to cars, but buses-- buses were impossible. It was the first time she was ever on a city bus in her life, and she already hated it. If Gina could have comfortably carried Agnes, she would have done so voluntarily, but she was unable to. If she could magically zap away her unwieldy wings and make the rides a little less claustrophobic, she would have done that as well.
Yet, here she sat, looking a trifle uncomfortable. Her tail was maneuvered to the side, resting in the aisle and partially under the seat. Her wings were clasped around her like a cape, parting before the knees, and beginning to go numb, and her hands were clasped in her lap. She sincerely hoped that she wasn't crowding Agnes, and that people were not staring at her.
At that thought, Gina turned her attention outwardly, peering around the bus at the other patrons. Luckily, people weren't staring as often as they usually did. In fact, people were ignoring them all together, spare the occasional wandering gaze of a child. That, and when the bus driver peered back in the mirror to make sure that the bus was still in order.
There was one motivator, however, that had kept her rooted on the bus. Perhaps one of the only things that could lead Gina to face such a daunting task-- shopping. Gina loved shopping, and when Agnes had proposed that they go out and do something, there wasn't much she could do to contain herself. For her, shopping was more of a chore, but when shopping for another, her love of shopping came out in full-bloom. It was like dressing up a full-sized Barbie doll, and didn't entail the same visualizing, planning, and modification required for when Gina made her own clothes. Shopping for others was simple, and fun.
Even now, Gina visualized what sort of clothes she could dress Agnes up in. Though often Gina was concerned with her friend's physique, and often trying to fattern her up to a healthier weight, there was one advantage to Agnes being so insanely thin. She would look great in just about anything, because a lot of clothes were designed for tall, slender people such as herself, and not for short, plump girls like Gina. There were so many possibilities as per what Gina could choose for Agnes, and hoped she'd be open to Gina's fanatic/shopaholic tendencies.
"We'd better get ready to get off the bus. I doubt they're going to give us much time to hop off," Agnes whispered, giving Gina a nudge. She must have gotten dream-eyed for a moment, for it took a moment for Agnes's instructions to register. Boy, was Gina glad she had some city-smart person there to instruct her on bus etiquette, "Thanks for coming up with this brilliant idea."
"No problem," Gina murmured with a grin, lifting her purse out of her lap and looping it over her shoulder. It was a simple thing, sewn out of leather and fashioned much like an old-style messenger bag. Contained the necessities of a shopping excursion, "Nothing like some therapeutic shopping to break up the monotony." She got to her feet, nearly getting flung forward as the bus slowed, but preventing such from grabbing one of the triangles that hung from the cieling.
"I don't know how you city-people put up with these things," she grumbled with a grin, in reference to the bus, as she held onto the triangle for dear life. Though she'd been in the city for a while now, she still hadn't adjusted. It was still too loud, too busy, and not... well... very much like Mendocino at all. It was different, but it had its own unique attraction. It was always alive, and there was always a lot to do.
>> "I don't know how you city-people put up with these things,"[/i]
Agnes smirked a little as she heard Gina mumble about the discomfort that came with riding the bus. She really had to admit that that the smaller mutant was quite the trooper for agreeing to go along with this. It probably would have been easier to take a cab or walk, but for the bus was quicker and cheaper than either two options. Besides, she knew the bus system pretty well and if there was one thing, it was that everyone minded their own business. Few people pressed into the issues of others. That was probably why they were able to slip into the bus ride without much problem.
Slowly they came to a stop which lurched them forward slightly. Only two other people were getting off the bus besides them, but they paid them no attention as she climbed out the back doors. As soon as she stepped out, she held the door open for Gina and smiled warmly at the younger, perky mutant. What was she getting herself into?
Now, Agnes had never been much of a shopper. The whole first half of her life her mother MADE her clothes in order to protect her from the dangerous clothing that was being offered to younger people these days. So she was always used to drab, duller colors and simple designs of her mother’s making. Now though, things were different. Once she entered high school she had managed to start to shop a little for herself but obvious nothing extravagant or alluring. Still though, everyday of it was an uphill battle not only for her but for her mother as well. Anything not brown or handmade was made with “the devil’s hands.” And unfortunately because of that Agnes felt that she had no sense of clothing style at all.
But wow Gina jumped too quickly at the opportunity to dress her. All she wanted was a couple shirts, nothing more than that. But she feared that more would come from this excursion than she really wanted.
With a strong smile she stood back with Gina as the bus noisily rumbled away, spewing out a fresh cloud of smoke into the air. She shook her head as she turned back to Gina. Directly in front of them was the entrance to the mall. It was a beehive of activity, a hustle and bustle of people from all walks of life, even what had to be at least one mutant or two. Well that certainly calmed her nerves a little.
Clearing her throat, she adjusted the small black jacket she had on and nervously scratched at the denim of her jeans. She still could not believe she was doing this, but she needed some girl time with her adopted sister.
“Okay, um, so, I’ve never really shopped for myself before. You…have any suggestions?” she bravely asked. “Then, after a bit I can buy you lunch.” She beamed happily. She was starting to feel normal once again.
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The doors opened, and the two girls smiled. Agnes stepped out first, holding the back door open for Gina. Gina jumped off of the bus, more-than-ready to be done with that cramped thing, and came to a stop on the cool sidewalk, relishing how it felt beneath her feet. She could feel the adrenaline rushing in, preparing her for the shopping trip. She waited as Agnes seemed to take a moment to compose herself, adjusting her jacket and itching her leg.
“Okay, um, so, I’ve never really shopped for myself before. You…have any suggestions? Then, after a bit I can buy you lunch.”
Gina may have been a small-town girl, but she knew how to shop. Mendocino was, after all, a popular tourist spot, with plenty of little artsy shops, just like the one that her foster mother owned. She was born to shop. She admired Agnes for her boldness, for how she so resolutely asked for Gina's suggestions and confessed she'd never shopped for herself. Gina ignored the "must dress the lifesize Barbie doll" compulsion for a moment, and paused to help her friend work through the daunting task of shopping for yourself.
"Well, the best plan of attack," Gina began tactically, steepling her fingers as she spoke, "Is to go for what you feel comfortable in, and what looks good on you. To not spend your money all in one place, 'cuz you might find something you like better later." Gina was used to methodically shopping. But now came the part that she was looking forward to-- the lifesize Barbie doll part. "However, often when two or more girls go shopping, there is the 'fun' aspect of it, too. This entails trying on outrageous clothes you'd never be caught dead in, clothes that you'd never be able to afford, and the likes." She paused purposefully, to make sure that Agnes was following what she was saying. It was a lot to absorb for a first-time shopper. She concluded the instruction with, "And who knows, that shirt you never would've worn in a million years might just be the greatest find you've made of that year."
Gina, too, had brought some money with her. Her intent was to find a couple of skirts, maybe an open-backed shirt that would accomodate her wings without modification. Or maybe, a swimsuit! And, if that didn't work out, accessories were always an option. One girl could never have enough hairclips or bracelets.
Gina smiled at her pupil, bringing her hands out so that they faced palm-up. With the benevolence of a teacher or a pastor, she inquired, "Questions?"
She'd allow for Agnes to ask questions before dragging her into the mall and commencing the next step of the process-- figuring out what style Agnes gravitated towards, and helping her pick out some cute clothes that weren't too far off from what she was into. And, dress-up time, Gina added on mentally.
It was not until she asked Gina’s opinion and saw the twinkle in her eye that Agnes realized the amount of trouble she was in. Gina was the sweetest girl and Agnes was beginning to accept that she could trust her with just about anything, but she had apparently opened a can of worms with the young gargoyle. She had asked her opinion on what she should do while shopping and before she knew it, she saw the most methodic and diabolical smile on the younger mutant’s face. It was humorous to see but also quite terrifying for the young runaway who had little to no experience when it came to shopping for herself. Now what was she getting into?
She crossed her arms over her chest as she smiled sweetly and let Gina deliver her plan of attack.
>> "Well, the best plan of attack…Is to go for what you feel comfortable in, and what looks good on you. To not spend your money all in one place, 'cuz you might find something you like better later…However, often when two or more girls go shopping, there is the 'fun' aspect of it, too. This entails trying on outrageous clothes you'd never be caught dead in, clothes that you'd never be able to afford, and the likes…And who knows, that shirt you never would've worn in a million years might just be the greatest find you've made of that year."
For a moment Agnes wished she had brought a notepad and a pen! There was so much information and good tips that it was going to be hard to keep track of it all. Thank goodness Gina came with her so that she could refer to her when needed. There definitely seemed to be some sort of science to this whole shopping thing that Agnes had never figured out before. Even when she was in high school and was allowed the occasional outing with her friends, they rarely ever went shopping. Most apparently did not like wandering the mall with the fashion-challenged Agnes. All that experience has left her a little lax when it came to shopping for her own clothes.
Well, at least the beaming gargoyle was with her. It definitely seemed as if Gina knew what she was doing and from everything she described, it seemed like it would be fun. After all, she did not have to buy EVERYTHING she tried out. Sometimes it was simply good to play a little dress-up on the way to finding the clothes that you were going to buy.
This…was going to be fun.
>> "Questions?"[/i]
Agnes smirked and shook her head. “Nope. Just, you know, thank you for coming with me.”
The meek runaway smiled as she leaned over and gave Gina a very loose hug. After which she nodded to the mall, took a deep breath and boldly made her way towards it. She knew it was going to be tough and that she really had no idea what her own fashion sense was, but she was sure that with Gina’s help she could find something, anything that could look good on her. Besides, this experience would be more than just shopping for clothes, it would be some much needed friendship time with her adoptive sister.
“Okay,” she said as she stared up at the large, glass doors of the mall’s entrance. She arched her brow at the signs on one of the stores and nodded to Gina. “Hey, what does…G-A-P, stand for?”
Apparently she had never heard of the Gap clothing store. This would be a long day.
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Gina had been born and bred a methodical shopper, so it came as no surprise that Agnes, as a first-time shopper, was winded by Gina's introductory speech. Gina was allarmed to find that she was without questions, though.
“Nope. Just, you know, thank you for coming with me," Agnes smirked, shaking her head.
"Hey, no problem," Gina answered. She returned the hug, and watched as Agnes sized-up the mall.
Agnes nodded at it, took a deep breath, and approached it resolutely. Gina couldn't hold back her chuckle-- man, it was like Agnes was going off to war. Perhaps Gina had laid down too many instructions?
Gina trailed slightly behind Agnes as they approached. Gina reached the door first, so she grabbed the handle and pulled it open, holding it open for Agnes and giving her a corny, formal gesture inward.
"Okay-- hey, what does... G-A-P, stand for?" Agnes inquired.
Gina blinked, obviously befuddled by the question, and followed Agnes's gaze. There stood the glaring blue sign, with the stark white letters, that read "GAP". Really? How sparsely had Agnes come shopping, anyways? When she'd said she'd never shopped for herself, Gina had assumed that she meant her mother had chosen her clothes, but she expected that she'd at least heard of the GAP. She smiled patiently. Gina was the ever-patient, all-knowing Shopping Queen. By the day's end, her pupil would be educated-- if Agnes lasted all day. This being her first shopping trip, Gina wasn't sure if she'd be as well-equipped for marathon-shopping as Gina was.
"The Gap is a clothing store," Gina answered simply, following her friend inside. She then admitted, "But I don't know what the letters mean, to be quite honest. Their clothes are pretty simple, kind of preppy, but they've got some cute things-- want to check it out?" She allowed Agnes to go in ahead of her, and then meandered in behind her. If someone were to ask Gina what her style was, the answer would be "yes". It really just depended on the day and her mood. So, she'd been in the Gap once or twice.
>> "The Gap is a clothing store…But I don't know what the letters mean, to be quite honest. Their clothes are pretty simple, kind of preppy, but they've got some cute things-- want to check it out?"
“I-Iguess.” Agnes smiled back at Gina.
It was not that she was trying to be difficult when it came to this sort of thing it was simply that she really had no idea how to shop for herself. Normally she went to the big stores that had clothes, never individual mall shops. The Mall was one of those places explicitly banned by her parents when she was allowed to go anywhere with friends. Though her girlfriends always thought that she was lame for not sneaking out, Agnes never really thought she was missing much…
…apparently she was very wrong. She missed out on a great deal.
Glancing over at Gina she smiled as her shopping cohort took the lead and headed straight for the shop. Agnes had to admit though, she was just a tiny bit intimidated. The mall was a lot more massive and a lot more crowded than she really thought it would be. And there were so many young people here…it was scary. Teens, children, young adults, actual adults of both genders, all were wandering left and right, congregating around shops, laughing or arguing with each other in complete view of everyone else. It was a little interesting to see people this open out in public. Maybe she was just so used to her own solitude that it was surprising to see people like this.
Moving past an arguing couple about buying the wrong type of “Gucci” purse, Agnes caught up with Gina as she made her way into the brightly lit clothing store. Boy did many of people working there look…peppy. They reminded her of TV commercials or something like that. Either way, it was more than she was used to.
Slipping past another young woman who was looking at a pair of jeans, she found Gina beginning to go through a clothes rack.
Preppy clothes? Agnes thought to herself. She really did not know what that could possibly mean. All she could gather was that it was a certain type of style and, by looking at the clothes and mannequins; she assumed that the “Preppy” style consisted of many sweater vests and khaki pants. Definitely not the types of clothes she was used to wearing.
Moving next to Gina, she began to look through a group of shirts, reaching up and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. This was an odd feeling but she was not going to let herself be scared away by it. She really was beginning to enjoy herself. The different patterned designs, the colors, some of them provocative, some pretty dressing. They were all so pretty but she really had no idea what she was looking at. She was glad to have Gina around.
“So Gina,” she started as she pulled out a shirt and held it in front of her for Gina’s yea or nay, “How’ve you been doing at the mansion? Hope you’re not breaking too many boy’s hearts,” she winked playfully.
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"I-I guess," Agnes agreed hesitantly.
Gina shrugged, nodding her head to the side. It wouldn't have hurt her feelings if Agnes had said no, but in the way that Agnes had answered, Gina got the feeling that she really hadn't any much a clue. Okay, they'd experiment. She took the lead, slowly navigating around various clusters of people. Navigating crowds was always easier when she took the lead, as people tended to give her a little bit of distance.
They ventured into the Gap, slipping past a preoccupied woman, and Gina gravitated towards the nearest rack of women's clothes. A bunch of shirts. Normally, Gina avoided the shirts. Halters and tube-tops were usually all she could try on without modifying them, and she wasn't too keen on tube tops. However, Agnes didn't have that problem, and they were here to shop for Agnes, so she gravitated towards. Agnes fished a shirt off of the rack, and held it up for Gina to judge.
Gina gave a shrug. Anything would work for her, really, it was all just a matter of her tastes. She would try to be her sounding board, at first, until she got a better sense of what Agnes liked.
"I don't know, do you like the shirt?" she countered. She smiled encouragingly-- she wasn't just going to dress Agnes up, Agnes had to find clothes that she liked, too, "What size are you, anyways?" Gina allowed for Agnes to answer first, but she'd already begun to size her friend up with her eyes. She was a bit taller, a bit more slender. There was a good chance she was petite, too. Hmm... Gina went back to rifling through the shirts. They were all so simple, but there were a couple cute ones here and there.
"So Gina, how've you been doing at the mansion? Hope you're not breaking too many boy's hearts," Agnes said with a playful wink.
"It's been good," Gina answered, drawing out a halter top and feeling the fabric of the shirt between two fingers, experimentally, "Very... normal." She chuckled, at the "heartbreaking" and replied, "I can't help myself, I'm a heartbreaker."
She replaced the halter top and kept rifling through the rack, turning the question back towards Agnes, "How's the Mansion been treating you?"
Even as Agnes held the shirt up for Gina to judge, she felt a little silly doing it. She had never really done anything like this before so she had to chuckle because she felt like she was some kind of store mannequin posing for a potential customer. But due to the humor of the situation, Agnes really could not take her choice of shirt any seriously. It was too bright, the cut seemed a little funny…and why was there was pocket on the front? Who really puts anything into a shirt pocket? The whole concept just seemed a little funny.
Gina seemed to let Agnes make the opinion herself as she looked over the shirt.
>> "I don't know, do you like the shirt?...What size are you, anyways?"[/i]
“Oh, it’s very…” Agnes looked at the shirt once more before she made a face and giggled slightly. “Yeah, no.” she muttered as she slipped it back into his spot and continued to look around. “Oh, um, I’m a size 2, I think.” she replied. “My mother used to make all my clothes but that’s what I fit in when I found some shirts at the Salvation Army.”
After she had ran away from home, she had managed to get into a local Salvation Army center that was giving away clothes to the homeless. The people working there said she looked like a size 2 and handed her a bunch of shirts to keep warm. They fit pretty well so she was fairly confident that that was what her size had to be.
>> "It's been good… Very... normal…I can't help myself, I'm a heartbreaker."[/i]
Agnes grinned and shared a laugh with Gina at her comment. She could believe it. Gina had a bright personality and she was rather pretty. Any of the boys at the mansion had to be absolutely insane not to like her the instant that they met her. She was warm, caring, and she could always put a laugh on anyways face. Agnes herself, who was not much of a laugher, found herself doing the same thing whenever she was around the young gargoyle.
And besides she did give the best hugs ever.
>> “How's the Mansion been treating you?"[/i]
Agnes sighed as she pulled out a deep, earthy colored green and immediately liked it. The cut looked pretty good and by her luck they had it in a size 2. It was simple, but it was its simplness that made it look so good to her. It did not have to be overdone and flashy, it was simply, quiet, and definitely her. Oh! And it was on sale, she liked that.
She smiled as she draped it over her arm and wandered over to look around at clothing that was next to Gina.
“It’s…it’s been okay,” she nodded. “Not too many talk to me, but then again, I really don’t like being talked to by people I don’t know.” It was a sad but true fact. The few people that did attempt to talk to her that she did not know were usually in the form of bullies or people just being jerks. The rest of the students that weren’t were too scared to talk to her. Maybe it was just the aura she gave off. “Thankfully, though, no one has really mentioned the ViewTube thing to me again. So…guess that’s a good thing.”
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“Oh, it’s very…" Agnes paused to survey the shirt, and then burst out in giggles, "Yeah, no." Before surreptitiously sliding it back onto the rack. Gina laughed too, glad that they were on the same page.
"Oh, um, I’m a size 2, I think. My mother used to make all my clothes but that’s what I fit in when I found some shirts at the Salvation Army."
Gina whistled appreciately, and murmured, "Damn, a size 2?" Gina was more like a six or an eight, but she was petite, so sizing was always complicated. Things were either too long, or too tight, or she simply had to find petite clothes. Hence the reason that she tended to make her clothes. At least then she could modify them to her liking, and not risk undoing an entire shirt.
Agnes laughed at the "heartbreaker" comment, and Gina continued to beam. Contrary to popular belief, contrary to her good-natured antics, she'd yet to fall into a relationship. She treated everyone with the same warmth, but there was an untouchableness about her. Mayhap it was her appearance, or maybe it was how well-off she seemed without someone beside her. Or maybe it was her three, older foster brothers. Whatever the reason, she didn't have a guy, so the "heartbreaker" comment had been, for the most part, sarcastic.
Gina gravitated towards slightly more petite sizes, as she assumed that Agnes was either in the "normal" sizing range, or the "tall", because of how slender she was versus how tall she was. She approached wielding a dark green shirt.
The mood changed a little when Gina asked her how things had been at the Mansion, and Agnes confessed, “It’s…it’s been okay-- not too many talk to me, but then again, I really don’t like being talked to by people I don’t know. Thankfully, though, no one has really mentioned the ViewTube thing to me again. So…guess that’s a good thing.”
"Oh," Gina sighed. For someone who didn't like unfamiliar people talking to her, she certainly sounded disheartened by the fact that not to many people talked to her. Gina found it therapeutic to talk to unfamiliar people. Strangers didn't know a single thing about you, so it was like getting a fresh start each time, "Well, it's good to hear that your notoriety wasn't long-lived." Gina commented, bumping Agnes with her hip, "There's your fifteen minutes of fame, now its back to anonimity for you," she smiled warmly. Things like this died down fast, those internet sensations that were popular one week and not the next. On top of that, Agnes was a normal-looking girl, and didn't have any outward mutations, so it would take a stellar memory to remember who she was.
Gina picked up a couple of skirts-- one that was all-black and had two layers, cut evenly, and the other was black and white patterned, and kind of reminded her of a school-girl skirt. The only problem with skirts was that she couldn't go flying in it. The black skirt was cute enough to be worth it, the black and white one wasn't. She held the skirt at her hips, where it would sit, and torqued her body to the side. It was cute, but... not that cute. Gina put it back. She was more in a shirts- and swimsuit sort of mood today.
Gina glanced aside at Agnes, at the shirt that she was carrying, and shifted gears to shopping-conversation once again, "Green is definitely one of your colors."
Agnes realized how contradictory she may have sounded. She did not like talking to strangers and yet she knew Gina well enough. The two had met as strangers and yet now refer to each other as sisters. That was definitely a conundrum. How could Agnes sit there and announce that she hated to really talk to new people and yet now she was so close to Gina, having really only met her when they became roommates? Well, once before, actually, when Agnes saved the younger mutant from being lost in the streets of New York after dark. So where was the logic in her train of thought?
Well for one, Gina was definitely not one to be ignored. Secondly, to Agnes she always reminded her of the younger sister she always wished that she had. A sister that was normal, that knew how to laugh and have a good time. It was something that Agnes had always wished that she possessed in her life. She did not know what it was like to be carefree in her household. Everything was centered around trying to avoid the devil or hell. At least if she had had a kid sister, she would have had someone to stay around and try to protect. Someone she could put her hope for the future in.
Alas she never had that before. But…at least she was making up for lost time now. And how knows, maybe over the course of knowing Gina she will be able to learn to make friends more easily.
As they peered through more clothing, Gina beamed as their discussion slipped into Agnes foray into the spotlight.
>> "Oh…Well, it's good to hear that your notoriety wasn't long-lived…There's your fifteen minutes of fame, now its back to anonimity for you,"
Agnes felt the hip bump and giggled a little in response. She remembered when she first discovered the video that she thought it was the end of the world. She felt that the second it did that her parents would be attempting to knock down the door at the mansion. But so much time has passed that she vaguely thought about it anymore. And apparently so did everyone else in the mansion. She was not an internet celebrity anymore…she was simply Agnes Nicholas.
Agnes grinned as she bumped Gina back. “You got lucky. I could have let the fame go to my head and demanded you bring chocolate to me all the time,” she winked.
Walking around Gina with her new green shirt still draped over her arm, Agnes quickly avoided the mini-skirts that were on display. If there was one she was she not going to wear, it was going to be that. Despite her parents teachings about the sins that certain clothing brings upon them, Agnes still did not care for that style. Simply because she did not feel she had the appearance for it. But as she looked at Gina hold them up, she nodded approvingly. Gina seemed to like it up it was quickly put away. Agnes could only shrug, since she really did not have any fashion sense.
>> "Green is definitely one of your colors."[/i]
Agnes smiled as she held up the shirt again to look it over. It really was quite pretty. “Yeah? I like it. I’ve always liked green.” she whispered as she patted the material.
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"You got lucky," Agnes grinned as she bumped Gina back, "I could have let the fame go to my head and demanded you bring me chocolate all the time."
Gina stuck out her tongue and quipped, "If you were that famous, you'd be buying me chocolate, hon."
She continued to rifle through the clothes, making note as Agnes lingered near by expectantly, occasionally bobbing her hear in approval as Gina would fish out something for herself, and then watching as Gina would replace it on the rack. Agnes resurveyed the shirt, patting it softly.
"Yeah? I like it. I've always liked green."
She seemed to be losing steam, with only one shirt, and so Gina intervened. It was time for step two in the process.
"So, when you're shopping, the next thing to do is to try the clothes on in the dressing room," Gina explained, as she continued to look through the clothes on the rack, "The reason being is that all clothes are made differently, so you might need a size bigger or smaller than what you already have."
Her clawed hands found a short, faded red dress. It came down to just above the knees, and the top was loose and billowy, supported by two thin straps which were braided and came together almost like a halter top behind the neck. The back dipped low beneath the arms and had plenty of loose fabric. Concieveably, it might have been able to accomodate Gina's wings with little modification, spare a few cuts on the sides. She particularly liked the v-neck. Gina draped the dress over her arm.
"Do you want to grab anything else, or is that all for the first round of dressing rooms?" Gina inquired, giving Agnes a purposeful glance.
>> "So, when you're shopping, the next thing to do is to try the clothes on in the dressing room…reason being is that all clothes are made differently, so you might need a size bigger or smaller than what you already have."[/color]
It was absolutely sad how much of a novice Agnes felt she was. This was the type of thing that girls were supposed to do all the time so she should have inherently knew how to do all of this. Unfortunately, because of her upbringing, she really did not know what else to do. She did not want to burn out so quickly so she would suck it up and keep it going. She wanted to hang with Gina, she needed new clothes, that was all she should require to keep the fun lasting.
Agnes nodded as she listened to Gina’s directions and immediately looked at her choice in a shirt again. She liked it and it definitely seemed like it would fit. But she was right, she was going to need to try it on to see if it would look good on her at all.
>> "Do you want to grab anything else, or is that all for the first round of dressing rooms?"[/i]
First round? That word rebounded in her head momentarily as she tried to wrap her mind around that. How many rounds were there going to be?
Well…she wanted to hang so this was what it was going to take.
She nodded to Gina as she turned to look at something that had caught her eye while she had been wandering. Walking up to a mannequin she spied the summer dress it wore. It was simple, loose and seemed as if it would be pretty cool. The dress was a very light, pastel green and hung down to about the mannequin’s shins. It was flowy, had small, patterns of even paler green and white all around it. It was pretty…and definitely not something she would have ever worn before. Maybe now was a good time.
Picking through the rack of hanging dresses that all had the same pattern and were just in a variety of sizes, she picked out a couple that were around her size, just for comparisons, and turned, heading back to Gina. She smiled boldly at her as she showed her the summer dress and nodded resolutely.
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"Sweet!" Gina sang, surveying the dresses which she'd retrieved. Gina hadn't taken Agnes as the dress-type, but shopping revealed all sides of people that one wouldn't have know about before. Gina was too short for long dresses like that, so she generally stuck to ones that were no longer than cocktail length. Gina nodded and said, "Follow me, my pupil."
Gina emerged carefully from the racks, down a wide and well-travelled path towards the back of the store. The dressing rooms were split into two sides, one for women and one for men. As they neared the dressing rooms, a clamor became more apparent, of women comparing certain styles and such, and saying things like, "Ooh, honey, that really doesn't flatter your hips," or "God, that looks great!" or "If only it weren't so expensive."
The dressing room wasn't much to see, two rows of stall facing each other, with slatted doors that showed nothing. Occasionally, to break up the monotony, a trio of mirrors, angled to give a multidimensional view of the person trying on the clothes. Gina spied an open pair of dressing room stalls, which struck her as a bit of a miracle, as the dressing room was quite busy today. The doors of these two stalls faced another, and were directly across the walkway from one another.
"Now, the fun part," Gina explained, coming to a halt before the open stalls and turning to face Agnes, "Trying it on. It's like putting on a fashion show." Gina gestured towards the stall to her right, in a very formal way and said, "My lady, your stall awaits."
Agnes hid her smile as she nodded and agreed to follow the shopping Jedi master in front of her. As they headed towards the dressing rooms, Agnes eyed the rest of the goods that were on display. The rest of the clothes looked okay, but none of them actually sang out to her that they were her style. Except for the clothes that she already had draped over her arm, nothing else had called out. It seemed as if this place had been tapped for appropriate material for her to where.
Passing by several other racks, Agnes took another close look at the dresses that she had pulled. It had been a very long time since she wore a nice dress. Long before she ran from her parents’ home, so it was a little weird to pick one up again; especially considering her scars. She sighed though and figured, what the heck? Why not?
So, boldly, she continued to follow closely behind Gina and stepped into the dressing room area. It seemed to be pretty packed already. But, thankfully there were two stalls open. What luck! Together they headed over and Gina, of course in her usual attempt to make her smile, made an flourish as she waved her to one of the open stalls.
>> "Now, the fun part…Trying it on. It's like putting on a fashion show…My lady, your stall awaits."
Agnes giggled as she bowed her head to the all mighty shopping guru. “Thank you my loyal subject. I’ll be right out.”
With that she disappeared into her stall and gently closed the door behind her. Looking over the dress again, she hung it up on a hook as she began to undress. Unfortunately, as she did, her eyes rolled over to the full length mirror that was already in the room. Down to just her undergarments, Agnes spied the scars. They were hard to miss. They were like beacons for her eyes. She knew each and every one of them and knew exactly at what point during her torture that they were attained. The worst, of course, was the cross branded into her stomach. Momentarily she felt her eyes mist over, but Agnes could not let herself fall into deep despair. Forcing herself to choke down the tears, she turned and took one of the dresses that was her size and slipped into it. The flowy dress seemed to suit her well. It hung down well past her knees and the back of it was cut in such a way that it covered up the majority of her back. She could scarcely see any of the scars at all. That was definitely a good sign.
Nodded as she straightened out the material of the dress so it fit a bit closer to her body, she looked at herself left and right before she nodded. With a breath, she turned, opened the door to her stall and slipped out so she could show Gina. God she hoped she wouldn’t laugh.