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tampered2008-09-20 09:04 pm
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Log; In Progress
When; Saturday Evening [September 20th]
Rating; PG-13 [potentially R for Emille's mouth]
Characters; Emille![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bass_on_fire , Kara punchlikeagirl , Karolina tofuinthesky , and any others who were invited.
Summary; Emille is in need of some new clothes and a social outing.
Log; Emille didn't have much clothing to her name. Her suit, a black pinstripe outfit that was tailored perfectly to her slender form, a white dress shirt that hung long on her, a pair of dress boots with a one inch heel, and a "casual" outfit consisting of a tank top, ripped jeans, and an old pair of sneakers on its last legs. Today, she opted for the white dress shirt over the tank top, collar crooked, top two buttons undone, and her ripped, form-fitting jeans, faded fashionably and by wear. Her old sneakers still fit like a dream, broken in ever so perfectly, the kind of fit only achieved after years of working them in.
With a cigarette pack tucked into her front left pants pocket and some money in her front right, she headed out the door of her apartment, locking up of course, tucking a cigarette to her lips. She'd walk the whole way, knowing in general where the store was. "Akindo." From what she read about it, it was exactly where she needed to go, and a good place to take a few other shopping friends with her.
Before entering, she'd snuff out the cigarette on the back of her hand, the burn mark on her skin healing over almost as quickly as it was damaged. It was a pain she'd gotten so used to it didn't even phase her. She tosses the cigarette butt into a nearby trashcan, brushes herself off a bit, and enters, thumbs hooked into her back pockets, eyes casually checking the place out.
"... Not bad," she muttered to herself. Just had to see if anyone else had arrived yet.
Rating; PG-13 [potentially R for Emille's mouth]
Characters; Emille
bass_on_fire , Kara punchlikeagirl , Karolina tofuinthesky , and any others who were invited.Summary; Emille is in need of some new clothes and a social outing.
Log; Emille didn't have much clothing to her name. Her suit, a black pinstripe outfit that was tailored perfectly to her slender form, a white dress shirt that hung long on her, a pair of dress boots with a one inch heel, and a "casual" outfit consisting of a tank top, ripped jeans, and an old pair of sneakers on its last legs. Today, she opted for the white dress shirt over the tank top, collar crooked, top two buttons undone, and her ripped, form-fitting jeans, faded fashionably and by wear. Her old sneakers still fit like a dream, broken in ever so perfectly, the kind of fit only achieved after years of working them in.
With a cigarette pack tucked into her front left pants pocket and some money in her front right, she headed out the door of her apartment, locking up of course, tucking a cigarette to her lips. She'd walk the whole way, knowing in general where the store was. "Akindo." From what she read about it, it was exactly where she needed to go, and a good place to take a few other shopping friends with her.
Before entering, she'd snuff out the cigarette on the back of her hand, the burn mark on her skin healing over almost as quickly as it was damaged. It was a pain she'd gotten so used to it didn't even phase her. She tosses the cigarette butt into a nearby trashcan, brushes herself off a bit, and enters, thumbs hooked into her back pockets, eyes casually checking the place out.
"... Not bad," she muttered to herself. Just had to see if anyone else had arrived yet.