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Post by Jasper Labis on Jul 10, 2013 17:18:13 GMT -5
I push my cart down the main aisle of Walmart, ignoring the looks that people tossed me. I turn down the cereal aisle and put a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch into my cart before walking forward for a box of cupcake poptarts. I then stroll down the aisle and start across the deli meat section to go down the ice cream aisle. I loved ice cream. I pull open the door and pull out a tub of M&M chocolate ice cream and let it close again, taking a jar of sprinkles from the rack that hung from the door. I turn and start walking again, having all that I needed. Until I remembered that I needed more make up. I cut across to enter another one, stopping to grab a bottle of True Mach Ivory, it gave me the pale complexion I wanted. I look over the tubes of lipstick, looking for black. It was sometimes hard to find, no one really wore it. I sigh and run a hand over my hair, looking over as a five year old stopped to point at me, his mother looking at hair products. I quickly give him the finger, hoping that she wouldn't turn around. People needed to teach their children some fucking manners.
OUTFIT; click
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Post by Angel Carson on Jul 10, 2013 17:49:54 GMT -5
Outfit (on the right)Angel pushed the cart slowly down the aisles, reaching to fix his belt. "Da." He smiled at the baby in the cart, kissing her forehead. "Da da da." "What Kaitlyn?" He breathed, grabbing some baby food, and some cereal. He headed down a few aisles for diapers, though she was being potty trained, then back to get some different things for himself to eat as Kait continue to babble happily, squealing the furthe they got. "Cookie," She reached for the oreos and he laughed, grabbing a package, the. Headed towards the make up department. The modeling agency had just offered him a new job, and they had far better paythan the urrent agency he was working for. It had forced him to work part time as a hair stylist. Which wasn't all bad. Most people didn't take the time to scrutinized if he was guy or girl long enough to care. He scratched at his chest quietly, looking at the eyeliner and lipstick as Kaitlyn pulled his hand from the carts bar and stuck his fingers in her mouth, kicking her feet happily.
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Post by Jasper Labis on Jul 10, 2013 18:33:53 GMT -5
I look away from the kid as he tugs at his mom's shirt and act as if nothing had happened. I finally find a tube of black lipstick and reach for it to put it in my cart, leaning casually against the handle as my falsely blue eyes scanned the rest of it. I had the True Match, lipstick.. ah. I needed more nail polish. You could never have enough black nailpolish. I push my cart forward a couple steps, looking up as a blonde woman with a toddler in her cart starts into the aisle. I naturally avoid her gaze, reaching to grab a bottle of black nail polish so that I could move out of her way before I pause to look closer. Her chest was flat, I'd seen flat chested women before but not so that they were nonexistent. I look away, fingers closing around the bottle of nail polish, but I still needed eyeliner. I sigh quietly, I took longer in the make up aisle than I did shopping for food.
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Post by Angel Carson on Jul 10, 2013 18:41:54 GMT -5
"Dada," Kaitlyn whined, cranky suddenly. She dropped his hand and her lip jutted, and the flirty smile Angel had given the male before him faltered his a sigh.
"Excuse me," He drawled, slightly feminine voice too masculine to be female.
He set some lipstick and nail polish in the cart and picked her up, bouncing her on his hip. She tugged at the V of his shirt though her wasn't bothered.
"Be good for daddy hm? Maybe we can go get ice cream." He fixed the pink bow clipped in her hair, setting her back in the seat of the cart once she calmed down, glancing towards the male briefly again in interest. But he was a little more reserved around his daughter. Kind of. Not really when one considered what he was wearing.
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Post by Jasper Labis on Jul 10, 2013 18:57:02 GMT -5
A blush creeps across my cheeks at the smirk the person before me had shot my way, though I knew that s/he wouldn't be able to see it because of my make up. I take a small step towards the other cart to look over the eyeliner, glancing over as a vaguely masculine voice speaks. So, she was a he. I was still slightly confused, but not weirded out of anything- I mean, look at me. I couldn't talk. I tuck a stray strand of black hair behind my ear as I glance over at the long haired guy again, catching him looking at me. "Your daughter's pretty." I finally say, my voice soft as a small smile crossed my face. I didn't talk much, but I felt something should be said, I couldn't rightly ignore him without being rude.
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Post by Angel Carson on Jul 10, 2013 19:38:13 GMT -5
A grin crossed Angel's features. "Thank you," He breathed, letting her play with his fingers again as he grabbed some other eye shadow colors, compairing here and there.
"As are you." That flirty smile curled his lips again, and he tapped the other male's chin. "I'm Angel. And your pretty boy self would be..?" Eyebrows rose in auestion, but his expression was friendly, flirtatious.
"Mine. My da.." Kaitlyn complained, pulling on his arm and hugging it tight.
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Post by Jasper Labis on Jul 10, 2013 19:49:07 GMT -5
The smile that crosses his face emboldens me. Maybe I wasn't so terrible at being social after all. Though it could just be that he was obviously flirting with me, but I didn't mind. It was nice for someone to show interest in you without pointing or whispering. A light chuckle escapes me as he taps my chin before introducing himself as Angel. I ignore his compliment and reach for a thing of liquid eyeliner. "Jasper." I reply, not going on with a 'its a pleasure to meet you' or anything. I found it a tad excessive. I mean, why be all buddy buddy with someone that you'd just met? I smile again, chuckling as the toddler posessively wraps her arms around Angel's arm. "I'm not stealing." I say, looking back at the bottle in my hand.
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Post by Angel Carson on Jul 10, 2013 19:55:50 GMT -5
Angel chuckled. He stuck his tongue out at Kaitlyn and the two year old returned it, giggling.
Asngel only shook his head. "Well, Jasper," He drawled. "I'll be heading off to try some clothes on. But a pretty face like yours is intriguing. And I could use a second opinion...." His eyes reflected his laugh. "Be my paparazzi?"
He leaned lazily against the cart, deciding on both of the eye shadow colors he had been trying to choose between and setting them in the cart.
He tapped his fingers thoughtfully, reminding himself not to forget his promise to Kaitlyn
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Post by Jasper Labis on Jul 10, 2013 20:33:09 GMT -5
I finally put the eyeliner in my cart, setting it beside the other make up and look over as he speaks again. I look at my boots awkwardly as he compliments me again, not knowing what to say. I wasn't good with people, let alone flirting. "Sure." I reply, nodding. I didn't have anything else to do once I finished shopping, just probably going home to watch some movie and check my Twitter- over one thousand followers. Though that was probably because they didn't actually know how much of a loser I was. My grin falters at the thought and I just decide to drop it rather than bring it back up. I watch as he puts the eyeshadow in his cart and push my hair from my face.
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Post by Angel Carson on Jul 10, 2013 20:55:42 GMT -5
Angel smiled happily. "Great." He didn't wait to see if the guy actually followed or not, strutting down the store with thecart and a babbling child, not even giing anyone who stared in confusion the time of day. He went straight for the more feminine clothes, already had band tees and jeans and things at home. He needed things for his new job was the problem.
Grabbing a black half jacket and short-shorts, he scooped up fishnets and heels, kissing Kaitlyns forehead and pulling the cart to the changing room entrance before ducking inside.
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Post by Jasper Labis on Jul 10, 2013 21:06:23 GMT -5
I start after him as he leaves the aisle, heading across the store to where the clothes section was, in the corner. I'd never really clothes-shopped at Walmart before, I usually ordered things online. My falsely light blue eyes watch as Angel picks out items before going back to the dressing room. I raise my eyebrows as he enters the women's area and walk over to stand beside his cart, playfully making faces at Kaitlyn to entertain her and so that no one would walk up and think a child was alone. I pull my ripped skinny jeans up before putting my hands in my pockets while I waited for him to come back out.
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Post by Angel Carson on Jul 10, 2013 21:14:59 GMT -5
Kaitlyn giggled and clapped happily at the faces, Angel listenin protectively as he changed.
He wandered out after changing, mock posing and running a hand through the Jasper guy's hair with a laugh. "Well? Model worthy?" He'd need more expensive clothes if the first day went well, but somehing like this would work fine temporarily until they said what they would like him to wear. Mainly Angel just wanted an excuse to buy the heels.
Kaitlyn pointed at the guy. "Hims funny," She insisted.
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Post by Jasper Labis on Jul 10, 2013 21:28:03 GMT -5
I look up as he struts out, posing before coming over to run his hand through my hair. Once again I'm glad for the cover of my make up. I couldn't help it, I'd just never really had anyone show an interest in me before. "You look attractive." I reply, nodding. He did, honestly, but I wasn't good with flirting, so I just kept it to that statement. I smile at the toddler as she points to me, saying that I was funny. Today was going well. I'd come to get ice cream and make up, and somehow I'd made a friend.. if he wanted to be my friend, that is. Suddenly I'm self conscious again, looking down at my boots awkwardly. I hated not knowing what to do or say.
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Post by Angel Carson on Jul 10, 2013 21:37:50 GMT -5
"I think I'll get the outfit," Angel said thoughtfully. "And the heels." He chuckled, glancing at Jasper curiously. He crouched and brought two fingers to the guy's chin to lift his head, meet his eyes. "Why the long face? Be happy." A bubbly smile.
Then he was up and changing, retuning to throw the things in the cart.
"You want to come get ice cream with us up the street?" He finally questioned. "I did promise Kaitlyn. Company closer to my age would be nice." He tucked hair behind his eyes, watching him curiously.
Angel was usually quick to make things sexual. But this guy seemed too soft spoken for that.
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Post by Jasper Labis on Jul 10, 2013 21:48:15 GMT -5
I nod mutely as he goes on to say that he was probably going to get the outfit. I jump slightly as Angel puts to fingers under my chin to bring my gaze up to his. I watch him go with a soft sigh, kicking myself. Why couldn't I be more outgoing? Probably because whenever I was I got made fun of for it, so I'd learned that it was better to just say nothing sometimes. Soon he returns, putting the clothes into the cart. "Sure, sounds fun." I reply with a soft smile, hoping to be more friendly than before. I turn to walk back to my cart, pushing it away from the clothing section and down towards the check out lanes, hoping that Angel would get in line behind me so that we could walk out together.
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