Log; In Progress

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When; Saturday Evening [September 20th]
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.

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[bass-on-fire.livejournal.com]

"Whoa, hey, guys. Little bit o' chill needed here," she spoke with a slightly uneasy smirk. "Karolina, you can tell us anything you want when ya want. We'll be glad t'hear.

"Besides, like I said... Ain't exactly a problem around here. City's good to the weird and the out-there."

Emille's fingers idly fiddle with the lowest button of her dress shirt, looking between the two.

[tofuinthesky.livejournal.com]

"Oh my god, Kara! Nobody said anything like that!" Karolina nervously wrapped the plastic bag that held her purchase around her hand. She hated arguing, hated fighting, but she had a point and she was going to stand by it. "I don't know how it is where you are, but where I'm from, people like me aren't treated nicely! Sometimes, we have to fake it to make it!"

The words had slipped out before she could even think about them and the look on her face was one that said she wished a big hole would just swallow her up.

[punchlikeagirl.livejournal.com]

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Kara said, frowning a bit in frustration at herself. That hadn't come out how she meant it.

"That sucks that you have to do that," she said softly, placing a hand on Karolina's arm. "And I promise, we're not going to say anything."

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She didn't exactly know how to enter into that part of the conversation. Emille coughs softly as she pays for her goods and takes the plastic bag that carries everything.

"Yeah... We're not out t'make everyone tell all their secrets. 'Sides... You're safe with us, even if someone does try anythin' if they find out what you can do."

[tofuinthesky.livejournal.com]

Karolina just nodded as she let her eyes drift to the store's linoleum floor. Not today. Maybe not even tomorrow, but one day, she'd tell them her entire story, from her parents to the last moment she spent in the Beverly Gardens. She would tell them she wasn't really allergic to penicillin and that the bracelet that notified people of that information was fake.

But not right now.

"Look at me," she mused, "I screwed up a fun shopping trip."

[punchlikeagirl.livejournal.com]

"No, no you didn't," protested Kara, all but throwing herself at Karolina and hugging her. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pushed it. I... I don't know anything about your world and I shouldn't have assumed. But I promise I won't let anyone here do anything to you!"

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With her goods gathered, she turned toward the two hugging friends and let loose a smirk. "See, now... That's how t'end wars right there."

Emille pockets her hands, plastic bag rung around her wrist, and says, "No need t'worry around us. We're not gonna get all grumpy over things like that, alright?"