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Post by Derica Guzman-Brashares on Jun 29, 2012 21:49:28 GMT -5
For most of her childhood, Derica didn't want for anything. Not that she often asked for too much, but let's just say she had a Quinceañera and a Sweet Sixteen (it was the perk of having a bicultural family, one she wouldn't dare ask for, but had a blast with anyway). With that being said, her family wasn't made of money, and while she definitely wanted a few new items for her new school, she also didn't want to drive her dads into the ground. So she worked at the diner, and was actually on the hunt for a second job, and honestly? She was seeing the value of a nearby thrift shop.
Like right now, when she discovered a whole bunch of hats that she couldn't help but beam at. She was always a sucker for unique accessories, and here she was, surrounded by hats of all shapes and colors. Oh I am going to have so much fun with this, she thought before grabbing a red beret and turning towards the nearby mirror. She even struck a cheesy little pose before giggling at herself. "Now you're just being silly," she muttered at herself before she seriously went to seeing if the hat would work.
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Post by Sebastian Kendrick on Jun 30, 2012 1:40:46 GMT -5
Sebastian was out shopping. Well, doing as much shopping that a professor-actor could do on his meager salary. Sebastian was a fan of high fashion with the most expensive name-brands, just like any well-cultured, stereotypical gay man, but like many well-cultured, stereotypical gay men, he was in the profession of theater and therefore, could not pay for designer clothing that being a stereotypical gay man required, so he went for the next best thing. He felt imitations were cheap and demonstrated weak character in the wearer, so he bought the actual thing: on consignment.
Yes, Sebastian was a bargain shopper. This included thrift stores, consignment shops and a lot of visits to the clearance racks, but he didn't mind. When other men of his persuasion turned their noses up at him, he bitch-glared right back at then, before saying, in a carrying whisper, "I'm an actor."
Anyway, after quite a lot of that had happened, the werewolf upgraded to the nearest thrift store, where he set about shopping for the latest fashions in his price range without being harassed by elitist (and rich) gay men. He was rooting through a bin full of wristbands when he heard a voice mutter something and instinctively, he looked up to see a young woman trying on a very chic red beret.
"Yes! That looks cute! Get it!" He ordered, his actor's voice carrying through the entire store. Whoops...
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Post by Derica Guzman-Brashares on Jul 15, 2012 19:19:29 GMT -5
Empathy was a funny thing, and Derica imagined that it wasn't quite like with mind reading, or whatever mind readers actually called it. She imagined after a while, the entire world sounded like a low hum of thoughts. This wasn't the case with her. She had to be focusing on a certain person to get a feel for their thoughts and feelings, and that meant she could still very much be surprised by sudden appearances. That was why she whipped her head around at the very loud voice from behind her, her heart quickening just a tad.
Once she processed what was being said and having sensed that the man meant no harm, she actually laughed a little and answered, "I had thought it was, thank you! I'm glad it's not just me." She pulled the hat off and nodded, then glanced towards the man again, eventually deciding to go over. "Seriously, it's was nice to have a second opinion, thank you."
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