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Post by adelle diane st. clair . on Jan 9, 2009 9:28:21 GMT 10
  *ADELLE ST. CLAIR*Always lookin down at all I see
Painted faces fill the places I can't reach.
You know that I could use somebody...
[/size][/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/size][/center] There was no use in saying that Adelle was ever best friends with her mother, but they talked, they trusted, they laughed, the just weren't incredibly close. Dee loved the woman, but they had their differences. It was her mother's birthday in a couple of weeks, and Adelle had decided it was time to find her a gift and send it back to New York in time for her mother to receive it. That was a task in itself, because finding a gift for her mother was just about impossible. Adelle had long ago settled with the idea that whatever she chose to give her mother, she would never be fully satisfied. The woman was hard to please, so Adelle tried to eliminate the expectation that she could give her mother a gift she'd absolutely love. Nonetheless, material items were sort of a standard with her family, so Adelle felt obligated to at least get her something to say 'hey, thanks for being born so you could give birth to me.'
Dee spent a lot of time in Seattle over her years at WUofA, so she knew where all the best shopping locations were. For some reason, the Green Garden Gift shop had always caught her eye, and though it wasn't the most expensive place to shop, there were a lot of unique items that Adelle found interesting. Her mother seemed to like decorative pieces in their household, so it seemed fitting to get her some kind of unique trinket to place in their home.
The young woman had only had one class earlier in the morning, and decided around noon that she would go out gift hunting. Her radiant blonde locks flowed over her shoulders in bountiful waves, resting overtop of the brown corduroy jacket she fitted with a flowy black jeweled top and a pair of slim dark wash jeans. She'd grown accustomed to dressing in nice clothing even for simple daily activities such as attending a class. It was a personal choice, but that didn't mean she didn't own any casual sweatpants and t-shirts, she just saved those for days at home, or sick days.
Fifteen minutes ago Adelle had walked into the little gift shop with no idea what she would get for her mother's birthday, and she still had no idea. So far, she was leaning towards a beautiful hand-carved wooden figure of a woman beneath a tree, or a delicate glass floor statue of a cat. It was hard to decide, because even though Adelle didn't expect her mother to love any gift she was given, she wanted to pick the one that would disappoint less.
Reaching out to the glass feline on a shelf in front of her, Adelle curiously touched the cat's tail and immediately cringed when she felt a tiny snap beneath her fingers. It made a tiny clinking noise as the tail broke away from the cat's body, and Dee anxiously glanced about the store to see if anybody was watching. She'd hardly touched the damn thing, and it had to go and break into 2 pieces! Her eyes darted to the store owner that was busy chatting with several other customers, and then she looked down at the glass in her hand, contemplating what to do. Confess and pay, or back away and leave the store? She was usually an honest person, but she didn't want to pay for a broken glass cat figurine that she hardly touched. [/blockquote] |
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Post by lilyloo on Jan 16, 2009 10:00:22 GMT 10
  In my lifeThere are so many questions and answers That somehow seem wrong
Why might one find Johnny Monroe in a gift shop? Was he looking for the perfect little gift for that special someone? Is he a secret collector of those little figurines? Did he just like to laugh at the tourists? No, the boy wasn't interested any of those things. It was the cashier girl. Yes, Johnny had a little thing for the little lady, though the boy hadn't much worked up the nerve to even ask her name. He'd been secretly leaving her gifts and cards with cute little sayings. Okay, so maybe getting her things from the store in which she worked wasn't exactly the classiest move, but it's the thought that counts, right? Besides, it wasn't as if he had another choice; the boy knew nothing about her. All he could do was loiter about the store and wait for her to compliment a customer on their purchase. Maybe not the most accurate way of going about it, as the girl seemed to compliment practically everything that walked out of the store, including a pair of shot glasses with pictures of scantily clad women that became a bit more revealing when a cold drink was poured into them.
Of course, after this incident, it wasn't hard to figure out that the girl was, to put it lightly, a complete and utter airhead. Johnny had made the mistake of attempting to charm her with hand-written cards; this failed when he realized the girl had had to look up the word "radiant." Instead, he simply bought things and arranged them all nicely by the register before her shift, though she hadn't seem to understand this either, as she often tried to restock them. He still wasn't quite sure if the girl knew what was going on, but Johnny was now officially obsessed not only because the girl in question was quite pretty, but because he now saw her as a challenge.
This week, the gift of choice a little porcelain figurine of two owls in a tree, looking at one another. Cashier Girl was practically tickled pink with delight when she saw it, squealing that it was "Too cute!" Unfortunately, the little thing would cost Johnny nearly three days worth of meals. Still, not willing to be deterred by something as silly as basic living standards, the boy'd been skipping meals to save up for it. He'd even found the perfect card to go with it. An owl with "How many licks does it take to get to the tootsie roll center of a tootsie pop?" beneath it.
He'd been jittery all morning, impatient for the class to end. The second he was dismissed, Johnny ran straight for the gift shop, not even bothering to recall that he was supposed to meet people for lunch. The boy entered the store, ready to make his purchase, he spotted someone vaguely familiar. Upon closer inspection, the boy realized it was none other than Adelle St. Clair, the lovely lady with whom he had had the pleasure of speaking with that very morning. He wasn't exactly good with the short-term memory bit. Johnny came up behind her and covered her eyes. "Guess who?"
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Post by adelle diane st. clair . on Jan 25, 2009 8:11:03 GMT 10
*ADELLE ST. CLAIR*Always lookin down at all I see
Painted faces fill the places I can't reach.
You know that I could use somebody...
[/size][/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/size][/center] The moment that Johnny came up behind Adelle and put his hands over her eyes, her heart started racing, afraid that she'd been caught. Great, now she'd been caught in the giftshop by the cops with a broken glass cat tail in her hand. Wait- cops? She doubted that they'd do anything like put their hands over a suspect's eyes and say 'Guess who?'. Realizing her assumptions were beginning to be a little irrational, she was ready to guess that it was likely someone she knew. The voice was familiar, and after a moment, she knew exactly who it was. Her good friend Johnny Monroe.
Letting a hesitant smile creep into her expression, she answered "Johnny!". It was really a relief that she didn't have to worry about defending herself to some kind of authority figure. Lifting her free hand to softly remove his hands from her face, she turned to face him, still smiling upon having her guess confirmed. She held the small broken piece of the cat figurine in her hand that was purposely held slightly behind her back. The girl wondered if she should tell the boy or not, maybe he'd be able to help her? She really had no idea.
"What're you doing here?" she asked, trying to sound curious with her words, when really, she was wondering if he had seen what she'd done. It was an irritating sense of paranoia that was making her so worried about something as small as a broken figurine, but breaking expensive items wasn't something she was used to. Adelle did not usually find herself in a situation of crime. And it wasn't even crime yet, considering she hadn't decided what to do about the cat.
Taking a quick glance about the store again, she brushed a few strands of hair behind her ears, and made sure that the store owner hadn't become aware of the situation. She had to make it seem like she wasn't at all flustered. Thinking to herself, she silently wondered 'What would Cecelia do?', because she knew that if her best friend were there, the girl would definitely have some kind of clever solution to her little problem.
ooc: sorry for the shortness and delay in my reply, i've been real busy and just getting over being sick, i usually don't take so long. >.< [/blockquote] |
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