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Post by jenny samantha davis on Jun 23, 2009 15:30:52 GMT -6
 
jenny smirked as she looked at the dress. she was in one of the few boutiques on main that had more than 1 level of store. this one happened to have three. it was also one of the few buildings in town with an elevator. it was like the dark ages. there were no skyscrapers, no elevators, not even a personal shopper in sight. it was honestly kind of sad. she just had to pick out things for herself. sure, there was that old lady in the corner, eyeing her, but she had the feeling that it was more of a precaution against shoplifting, then wondering if that brown bag would match with those khaki jeans. she ignored the woman and went about her business. they had some relatively fashionable clothing. she was surprised, but happy at the same time. if she was stuck to shopping outside of the city, then this seemed like the place to be. she could make this stuff work, and maybe even start a couple trends of her own. she'd always loved clothing, and messing around with it. when her parents had offered to send her off to law school, she'd insisted on fashion school instead. being their only child, she got what she wanted. she now had a degree in fashion, and now she was stuck in the middle of nowhere, or it might as well be. her parents were trying to shelter her from the world.
she finished grabbing clothing to tear apart and put back together when she approached the counter. the lady looked please with the total amount, obviously not used to seeing that much money coming in at once. jenny yawned at the purchase. that was the way it had always been. she was blissfully unaware of all the people who didn't spend that much money every day. she was unaware of the people begging on the streets and their increasing numbers. she had been tutored her whole life, and everything she knew, was basically instructed by her mother. so, spending 3000 dollars in a two hour period seemed normal to her. she took back her change and headed for the elevator with her purchases. there were only three floors in this place, and she would have taken the stairs, but she was carrying a lot of heavy bags. she sighed as she headed for the stairs with a new found will power. she'd carried much more shopping bags. this wasn't that bad. she huffed as she entered the elevator. she pushed the button for the first floor but to her dismay the elevator started to go up. she sighed as the thing made rickety unsafe noises. she sort of wished she'd taken the stairs now.
the door opened on the third floor. it was the men's section. she reached into her bag and pulled out an apple. why had the door opened if nobody wanted the elevator. it seemed to be taking hours for the doors to close. she looked around. there were a couple people on the level that she could see from the elevator, but she didn't think any of them had pushed the button. finally the door started to close just as she heard someone protesting for her to hold the door. she sighed, deciding to take mercy on the poor soul and reached her hand out between the doors, making them open again. she waited for the person to get on as she looked down at all her bags and then slid her sunglasses down on her eyes.
tag! ducky a.k.a deandre
status finished
word count! a number!
notes woah fun! cuteness... too bad she's scared.
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Post by deandre cole frost on Jun 23, 2009 15:57:54 GMT -6
you, and me moving at the speed of light, [/font]  don't be scared, i'm right here babe.[/color][/font] [/center] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/center]
the mall was were deandre worked specially since he was paying for his own phone bill everything. plus he wanted to have some nice to for himself even if big ray said he could pay for it. he wanted to work knowing that he agreed on some of the stuff they did but not everything but he really couldn't speak out because well ray knew his sister's condition and had threated to do stuff before. since then deandre just followed orders and didn't speak out much. he had changed, and well zel his girlfriend or his ex girlfriend knew that. he had talked a night ago, and had gotten slapped in the face for going into her house. but he couldn't let anyone seem him outside of her house knowing that if they did see him it would end with them coming and searching the place. they would also have new leverage against deandre even though big trusted deandre it still didn't mean he was having him watched on the clock. he sat behind the desk spinning in his chair knowing that most customers were rich white boys that he refused to help because of there arrogance, and money. but that all ended because now his work was done for the day.
instead of leaving he figured he would buy some stuff his discount on the store merchandise. he walked over to the shirts that just came out and got a black one of it before going to the register, and paying for it with the boy that was just got on. to most people deandre kept to himself and didn't talk to most people because there wasn't anyone in his work worth talking to. taking the bag, he left the store heading tot he elevator knowing the stairs would probably be faster than the old elevator that took forever to reach the floor. but it appeared that the elevator was already on the floor. but it was closing, pulling on the loops of his jeans he pulled up his pants and began running to wards the elevator door. "wait up, hold the elevator." he was gonna be pissed if the person just let it close knowing that he could do as he pleased since he was off work. but none the less someone opened the door, and he slid inside the elevator to see some rich girl standing there.
seeing the girl he knew what she was. she was just like any other rich customer in his story. she thought the world revolved around her, and all that. pushing the button down, the doors shut and it was just them on the elevator. he didn't say anything just leaned against the wall of the elevator and played with his phone. when the elevator jerked to stop was waiting for the doors to open but nothing happened. "what the fuck man." kicking the door he tried everything he couldn't think of to but no luck. looking to the girl he turned his head to the side for a moment before shaking his head. she wasn't going to be any help, though since she was rich maybe it wouldn't take an hour or two for them to get out. leaning against the wall of the elevator he slid to the floor and laid his feet on the other side crossing them while looking up at the girl. "looks like we'll be here a while."
t a g ,, jenny cakes
n o t e s ,, nom nom
s t a t u s ,, done
s o n g l y r i c ,, forever , chris brown
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Post by jenny samantha davis on Jun 23, 2009 17:44:33 GMT -6
jenny hadn't expected a black boy to have been the one behind the voice calling her. why had she stuck her foot out for him? thoughts raced through her mind. he honestly didn't look like the monsters her mother painted them out to be. he didn't have fangs, and in an outfit like that, it would be hard to hide a gun. she was always taught that all black men always have a gun on them, unless they are older black men, then they might not have one. this boy was young. he also wasn't wearing the baggy jeans that her mother had told her to avoid. in fact, he looked nothing like the way her mother painted him. where was his bandana? she felt disconcerted at this obvious exception to her mother's rule. her mother had never been wrong before. still, she felt uncomfortable in this small confined space with him. he wasn't eyeing her. in fact, he was ignoring her. that was all the better. another two minutes and she'd never see his face again. that thought comforted her.
she had always been taught everything by her mother. black people were not to be trusted. one black man had stolen from her mother, and she'd never heard the end of it. there were black people who worked at her school with her, and she'd even become quite good friends with a black girl that she'd been partnered up with on a few fashion assignments, but her mother dismissed it as an exception to the rule. she always said that if they were raised with money, especially if they were a female raised with money, they were just like white people. it was the gangster people she had to look out for. the ones that walked and talked tough, and rapped. she heard that rappers were the worst and she shouldn't trust anyone who could rhyme that quickly. her mother was a bit kooky. she knew that there wasn't any danger, but still some of the things that had been pounded into her from birth weren't quite gone. she still shivered at the thought of being alone with a man, but trembled at the thought of being alone with a black man.
the elevator lurched and she fell forward against the wall. she straightened herself with an embarassed smile as he yelled some sort of cuss word. she showed her obvious distaste for it with a frown as she looked at him. he was very attractive. she couldn't deny that looking at him was very pleasing, but she didn't think her mother would approve of her being caught in a small space with him alone. she shrinked against the wall and put her sunglasses back up on the top of her head. she had planned to ignore him, but now there weren't many options. she would look like an idiot if she didn't say something to him. he was obviously addressing her. she looked over at him sideways and gave a small curtious smile. "yes well, this does seem like a piece of crap elevator." she said, looking around at the old thing. how the hell did they keep it running safely? "Shouldn't there be a phone or something in here?" she asked with a frustrated sigh. she just wanted to get out of there.
tag! ducky a.k.a deandre
status finished
word count! a number!
notes woah fun! cuteness... too bad she's scared.
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