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Post by alessandra marta de costa on Feb 11, 2010 16:58:03 GMT -5
Alessandra pushed through the doors to the Galleria Mall. The whole thing opened up after getting through the small room right before the actual mall started. It was well lit, and stores lined all three levels. The floors were covered in laminate tile, the reason probably being because it was cheap and easy to clean. It was a modern feeling, unlike the main room at her home, which was still decorated in classic Italian style. She didn’t hate it, but it lacked some type of culture, which was what she had come here for in the first place. She wanted to see a place that had culture breathed into the walls and floors of a single building, not this. But she might as well enjoy herself, right?
She glanced around at the stores on the first floor, seeing if anything caught her eye. Most of these were food places, and it wasn’t like she was hungry. She moved over to the escalator, going up to the second floor. Here, she leaned over the railing, her eyes widening due to the feeling that she could teeter over any moment now, creating a scene in the Mall. Of course, she wouldn’t even think about it, but it was definitely interesting. Perhaps this place had more promise then she had thought.
She entered a store. It was simply a sports store, different teams and sports displayed on racks and shelves. There were mostly men here, though a few women scuttled about, probably looking for a gift for their husbands, brothers, and sons. The whole place smelt of shoe polish, and the sharp smell, quite like rubber, of basketballs that were piled in a basket in the corner. She wouldn’t find anything here.
Exiting the store she entered one more, hoping that she could be more at home here. She was right. A book store was something that she adored. Her hands moved over the bindings in a caring sort of way, as if the books were a baby in her own family. The whole store smelt of paper and fresh printed ink, causing her to smile. This was going to be her favorite store from now on.
Finally, she left, three books in a plastic bag, and entered another store, this one being simple trinkets of varying interest, able to catch many people’s eyes. She picked one up. It was a small wooden carving of a horse. They were elaborate carvings, giving the impression of a real horse, from the hooves to its ears. She could almost hear the sounds it would make, but mostly the steady rhythm of its hooves as it galloped around in a padlock.
Setting the trinket down, she exited the store once more. However, this time, she rammed into someone, hitting the ground hard, to the point where her chest hurt. Standing, her eyes widened. “Oh, I’m sorry! Are you okay?” she asked the person. She really didn’t want to be responsible for someone else’s pain. |
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Post by juniper hallie parson on Feb 11, 2010 17:56:03 GMT -5
 --- and now you've gown a lot ,.[/color][/size][/font] ( AND YOUR DRESSES DON'T FIT RIGHT )[/center]
Juniper finished rinsing her hair and stepped out of the shower, water dripping off of her light skin. Pulling the plush towel off of the hook, she rubbed her flesh; scrunched her hair in it - squeezing out the water. Flipping off the fan, Junie heard the sound of her father leaving for work - despite the fact that it was Saturday morning.
Usually she wouldn't be out of bed until ten (at the least) but today she had been awoken to the crashing of the garbage men as they dumped a load of glass bottles into the truck, with an amount of noise that was too much loud for the amount of bottles. Apparently she'd forgotten to shut the window all the way when she snuck back in that night. And after that, her headache had been too great that she couldn't fall back asleep.
The moment she heard the cars' hum fade as her father pulled out of the drive way, she wrenched open the bathroom door, full dressed now, though she needed to do something with her hair and make up. In the brightly lit kitchen, Juniper opened a cabinet, rummaging through small boxes and bottles until she found the white one. Popping open the lid, she stuck her finger in, drawing out two orange pills. Motrin, the headache pill of the heavens.
Swallowing the tiny bitter pills, she quickly took a sip of water. Waiting a few seconds, taking another long drink of water, Junie waited for them to take affect. Once they finally did, she was moving, back to the bathroom. At least it wasn't a full hang over, no puking. Brushing her teeth, she had a strong urge, a want, to throw up, but couldn't. "Blech." she muttered to herself, adjusting her bra strap. What she wanted to do all day was sit around and be lazy, but she wasn't like that.
Catching the bus to the mall was a common thing for her to do. Some of her dealers were out back, in the allies, but she wasn't paying them a visit today. She just wanted to window shop. Usually. Passing shop upon shop, she ignored the smells of food, the disgusting greasiness. None of it tasted good, not to the sixteen year old.
Just as she was passing a small shop, something tiny came walking out, bumping straight into her. A little surprised and shocked, Juniper looked down to see a young child with a heavy looking shopping bag in one hand fallen to the ground. "I'm alright, are you?"
[/color] she asked the innocent little thing, about to hold out a hand, but the girl had already scrambled to her feet. Looking around, she expected to see an adult - a mother or a father, but saw none. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font] |
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Post by alessandra marta de costa on Feb 11, 2010 18:18:48 GMT -5
Alex studied the other girl. Her hair was interesting, to be honest. She liked it, though of course, preferred her own on herself. Her outfit was composed of a tank top and skinny jeans, and of course, converse. The girl was certainly interesting; Alex had to give her that. It wasn’t every day that you literally ran into someone at the mall.
“Yes. I’m fine.” She answered. She caught on to the girl looking around. Was she looking for her parents, possibly? She wouldn’t find them. Her mother was heavens know where, and her father was probably running the Mob, probably thinking about some new shipment of drugs that he had got for his drug trade. At least she could say that her father never did drugs. He wasn’t that kind of man.
“Oh…. I’m… Alex. It’s nice to meet you. I’m really sorry for bumping into you like that. I suppose I was in a bit of a rush.” She said, giving a radiant smile. Of course, she wasn’t really feeling happy, though not exactly sad. It was more of an empty feeling. Or rather, should she call it, no emotion at all? What exactly was she supposed to feel for bumping into this girl? Happy, angry, excited to meet someone new? What would normal ten year old girls be acting like? This was probably why she should hang out with people her age a little more.
She brushed her jeans off, disgusted by how dirty the floor was here. Sure, there were more people here than her house, but at least her home never got this dirty, and there were men walking back from wherever they had just had a job at, not teens who had just gotten out of a car and walked across a parking lot. They should keep this place more clean. It was filthy.
“Are you sure you aren’t hurt or anything? I feel kind of bad. I could buy you something to eat, maybe?” she asked. She did feel rather bad for bumping into her like this. It would probably be pretty annoying to be knocked down by a ten year old girl.
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Post by juniper hallie parson on Feb 12, 2010 10:56:17 GMT -5
--- and now you've gown a lot ,. [/color][/size][/font] ( AND YOUR DRESSES DON'T FIT RIGHT )[/center]
Studying the child in front of her, Juniper took in the mature look in the girls eyes, despite her innocently brilliant smile. With long curling brown hair that reached almost the kid's waist, she looked practically like an angel. "Juniper. Or, erm, Junie."
[/color] she said introductivly, if slightly bemused. The girl spoke with such authoritative maturity. "Hmm... Alex."[/color] she seemed to almost taste the name on her tongue. "Thats pretty. What's it short for?"[/color] Juniper didn't talk to younger people as though they were younger, she spoke to them like they were... well the same age as herself. She absolutely hated it when adults spoke to younger people like they were stupid, or in the cutesy baby tone that apparently toddlers and younger children enjoyed. Personally, Junie had hated it when she was six years old and the teachers spoke to her slowly so that 'her tiny little incompetent' brain would understand. This girl - Alex - spoke with authoritative maturity. Clearly, Juniper thought, that she wouldn't be pleased to be talked to like a child. "Yeah, i'm alright. No bruise, no foul."[/color] Not that it would have mattered if she's gotten a bruise. She's had worse. Smiling gently at Alex's offer to buy her food, she said. "How 'bout I buy you food. Are you hungry?"[/color] Why not hang out at the mall with the kid? It would... well Juniper generally didn't use the word 'fun' for anything short of something explosive, but it would interesting. Besides, she'd swiped a twenty off of the counter before she left, it wasn't like she was short on cash. Alex clearly wasn't lost, and her offer to buy Juniper food had been geniune, still Junie offered to buy her food instead. Like I'd said, Junie didn't use the word fun to describe anything, but interesting was a word that she used quite often. Usually, it was sarcastically, but today it was completely honest. Junie wasn't really in a sarcastic mood this morning. Maybe because she's gotten up early this morning. Or the party last night mightt've put her in a good mood. [not that she was feeling any affects. Her head ache was long gone by this point in the afternoon. Thank god for Motrin] She didn't know. Tugging at the pink strand in her hair, the teen studied the kid in front of her. How old was she? Nine? Ten? Eleven might have been stretching it, but she did know someone at her school who was almost seventeen and looked like she was about ten. Comepletely proportioned as a ten year old, sweet little face, huge eyes, even her fairy-like blonde hair was the thin curls little kids had, so maybe Alex was older than she looked. Still, Juniper wondered how she could have such serious eyes. Sad, maybe wasn't the word. But similar. Shaking her head, she threw those thoughts aside. It was none of her buisness, and she had no right to assume anything about the girl. Moving out of the way for an elderly woman who wanted to get into the trinket shoppe, she smiled at Alex. "What d'you say?"[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font] |
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Post by alessandra marta de costa on Feb 15, 2010 2:29:52 GMT -5
 left behind with hardly a traceALESSANDRA MARTA DE COSTAbut your name in lowercase
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Alex nodded, her smile lessening, though not in a displeased way. “It’s nice to meet you then, Junie.” She said. She had to admit, she liked Juniper’s name. It was unique and not used often. In fact, this had been the first time she had ever heard Juniper used as a name for someone. But hey, it was a good one, so it didn’t matter.
“Oh. My name’s short for Alessandra. But just call me Alex.” She said. It wasn’t that she hated her own name. It was just that it was so special to her, and she liked it so much, that she only wanted a few people, being her family, to use it. That list didn’t include, however, her mother, who as far as she knew, didn’t even know her name. Her father had named her and in her opinion, he did a good job of it, too.
She liked how the other didn’t speak to her like she was under her. She hated when adults treated her that way, because some of the time, she ended up being cleverer than they were, if not smarter and more mature all together. She wouldn’t say it about this girl, because she was obviously not one of those idiots, but that didn’t mean that most adults weren’t. They were always surprised when she held herself together with maturity and good manner, and ended up at a loss for something to say, expecting either a fight or an angry glance from her.
“I suppose…..” she muttered. She didn’t really like doing that kind of thing. It made her feel as if she owed money, and as she knew growing up with her father as a Mob boss, if you owed the wrong people money, you could be paying more than you took the first time, sometimes with your whole life. She didn’t think that this girl was one of those people, but it was a defense that she had built up.
“You’ll have to let me buy something for you before you leave, then.” Alex said. That way, she could somehow manage to pay her back, and she’d feel better about the whole thing. Besides, she wasn’t low on money either, even being ten. She was wise with her money for someone so young. Instead of going out and buying candy or something that would soon bore her, she saved her money to buy things she would use over and over, like a good book.
“Is there anywhere you want to eat, then?” she questioned. If Junie was paying, then she should pick the place they ate at. It wasn’t that she didn’t like any of the food that was in the food court, it was just that she didn’t prefer anything over the other. Even the Italian food that people liked was horrible compared to what she had at home, which were family recipes.
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I AM finished.
GRAMMY GOES TO No one?
WE ARE IN the Gallaria Mall.
LOOKING simplicity
WORD SAYS 484
TEMPLATE BY VIOLETTE !? of CAUTION 2.0!
GRAPHIC SKILLS TO Raven and her crappy Paint.Net
I'VE GOTTA SAY Sorry it took so long to post, and it's kinda short. I was looking for templates for, well.... everything. Forgive me~? XD Not only that, but the first time I did this, when I hit Backspace, it took me back to the tread, so I ended up having to do this all over again, which made me rather frustrated. So I took a day off for that. XD |
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