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Post by Jack McAllister on Jul 23, 2007 22:23:11 GMT -5
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Post by Amber Martin on Jul 23, 2007 22:56:43 GMT -5
Amber walked into the Sony Music Shop twirling her hair with one finger and she searched through the cd's. She rarely ever bought Cd's but there were usually some pretty cute guys running around in music shops..looking for the new thing and jamming out to some old recordings..It was usually a boring place but once in a great while something was going on.
As she searched through some old mixes from different Punk artists she found one..an older CD but it wasn't too special so she put it back but grabbed a pair of cute Black and Blue headphones..She pulled them over to the counter and set them down waiting for the boy in the back to come out..
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Post by Elizabeth Abney on Jul 23, 2007 23:26:57 GMT -5
"Ding Ding." The door went and Elizabeth Abney walked in. Why was she here? Her dad was the President and CEO of the damn place. She needed another credit card of course, and her dad wasn't answering his cell phone. Today she wore a white Kitson top with a ice cream cone above her right boob and a Rock & Republic super short denim mini skirt and gray Fendi 4' inch pumps. Her hair was her regular length today no extentions and her makeup consisted of her usual. She carried her Louis Vuitton bolwing bag on her right arm and was a huge diamond ring from Tiffany's and a matching diamond necklace and studs. She looked around and smiled at some cute boys in her direction. She texted her dad quickly and waited for him to come out.
OOC: The Clothes
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Post by Jack McAllister on Jul 23, 2007 23:52:26 GMT -5
[/b] he said as he quickly shifted them into a plastic bag. When he handed her the bag, he had just noticed that he probably knew the girl. She looked familiar; he'd probably seen her walking up and down the halls or something at school. Now curious, he asked "Hey, do I know you?" Jack had been introduced to so many people at the school, he was almost positive he knew her some way or another. He was fairly sure her name began with either an A or an E. Just then, the door opened again, revealing a blond in a variety of expensive looking clothes. The sight of her nearly sent Jack into a gagging fit. He recognized this one, she was Elizabeth Abney; her father was the CEO of the store. He didn't like her whatsoever, but was forced to put up with her for various reasons. At first he attempted at ignoring her, but she seemed to be standing around. People just standing around pretty much just got on his nerves. "Yo, you need any help?" he asked across the store, his eyebrows raised. His tone wasn't unkind or rude, merely questioning.[/size][/ul][/color]
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Post by Devan Raymond on Jul 23, 2007 23:56:05 GMT -5
Amber looked up at the boy as he finally came out. He looked somewhat farmiliar but she couldn't put a name to his face. She pretty much only remembered faces. Names were a different story. Then as she turned at the sound of a doorbell she saw Elizabeth walk in. She wasn't fond of Elizabeth but she knew her well enough to find herself able to ignore the unfarmiliar.
As the boy spoke she smiled and handed him the money listening to him question her about being known by him..
"yeah. I'm Amber Martin, I've probably seen you at school..You look like someone I'de hang out with..maybe partied together..?"
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Post by Elizabeth Abney on Jul 24, 2007 0:11:25 GMT -5
Elizabeth heard an unfamilar voice and gave him a look like who said you could talk to me kind of look, but she thought whatever. Who says 'yo' anymore anyways? She adjusted her Louis and Dolce & Gabbana popped out giving little yips and Elizabeth patted the bag. "Yeah. Is my dad here?" She asked swiping hair out of eyes.
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Post by Jack McAllister on Jul 24, 2007 14:15:34 GMT -5
[/b] he offered her his hand. Now that she spoke it, maybe he did recognize her name. He knew he had at least heard of her before. Directing his attention back to the Happy Bunny standing in the corner of the store, he watched with an amused expression as she shot him what looked like a slightly irratated glance. "Umm...I'm not really sure, Mss. Abney. Maybe, but probably not. He doesn't usually stick around during the working hours." It was true as well, and he wasn't just saying so just because it made it more of a hasstle to find the man. He probably went out to get another coffee or something. "He might have gone down the street to the Cafe?" Jack shrugged his shoulders, guessing. The last thing he wanted to happen was to get fired.[/color][/ul][/size]
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Post by Amber Martin on Jul 24, 2007 17:26:05 GMT -5
Amber looked back at Elizabeth as she talked. She was like a robot..She only spoke quickly and annoyingly..She was bitch about everything she said too. Why in the world would Devan like her? seriously..
She then turned back to JAck and took his hand.. "Nice to meet you. We should party sometime.."
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Post by Elizabeth Abney on Jul 25, 2007 10:44:16 GMT -5
Elizabeth flipped a piece of hair out of her face and Dolce & Gabbana started to growl. "Hush babies." Elizabeth said and patted her bag. She was kinda getting fed up with this dude who she didn't really know his name. John? James? Jared? She didn't care. "Well did he leave anything for me?" She said hoping a Master Card was on the counter waiting for her. Dolce & Gabbana need some new clothes.
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Post by Jack McAllister on Jul 27, 2007 19:21:36 GMT -5
[/b] Jack told the girl, taking her hand and shaking it as he spoke. He was somewhat distracted for some reason unknown. Today wasn't seeming to be the best day in the world. "Hey, are you friends with Ircha?" The thought suddenly seemed to have popped into his mind; perhaps that was why she looked so familiar. If she was friends with Ircha, that would explain it. The girl was always bringing friends around, but always forgetting to introduce him. From the corner of his eye, Jack watched as Elizabeth started talking to her purse, while patting it with a free hand. The boy resisted rolling his eyes, but instead looked to the cash register, opened it, and started counting the money out of sheer boredom. It was obvious none of it had been stolen, and even if it had he didn't know the amount in there, but it gave him something to do. The blond said something, which brought Jack's attention back to her. "Nope." he answered. "Sorry." He wanted to end the conversation as quickly as possible. Talking to her wasn't exactly pleasurable.[/size][/color][/ul]
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