HURRY UP, we're almost out [Riley]

[Vaan Ainsworth]

"This weather is cute." A joyous tone stated. Vaan gazed into the sky, trying to avoid looking straight into the sunlight. As he thought of his plans for the day, he stood at the opened front door of his home. Wearing nothing but his tank top & some shorts, he would feel the gentle breeze strolling past his house. Not exactly a lover of hot weather, Vaan was rather happy to know the weather was far cooler than it was in L.A. The blonde pulled out his phone, glancing upon the mid-sized digits. "Noon." He acknowledged, stepping back into his home. Before getting dressed, he headed to the bathroom to freshen up. He brushed his teeth, washed his face, and went through his five minute whitening process to get the extra shine out of his teeth.

As the teenager entered his room, he walked over to the calender to mark through the previous day. "Finally, no school." He sighed with relief, heading to his closet. "Time to storm the town." He slid his closet open. To make things more interesting for the moment, Vaan grabbed the first thing his palm could grab and placed it in the other hand. Once he'd grabbed his articles of clothing, he placed his phone on the nightstand beside his bed & put it on shuffle. The first song played was one of his favorites, I Wanna Go by Britney Spears. With his song playing, he finished getting dressed by the end of it. Looking into the full body length mirror that rested upon his wall, he would cheer. "Cute as always." As soon as his feet had both reached the other side of his bed & he was leaving the house, a zurumon would bring itself from under the sheets of Vaan's futon. "He didn't even ask if I wanted to come." The zurumon pouted. "Rude."

Moments later Vaan could be found strolling along Takeshita street, in search of adventure. The streets were flooded with people, going in every direction. As Vaan continued to swim through this sea of people, he could could hear voices in the distance repeating the same things "Big sale!", "Super deals!", and "Hurry up & buy it!". Whatever it was, some store seemed to be promoting itself pretty darn well. Once Vaan made it into the store, he would see teens everywhere, some in groups of friends, others with parents. But they were all doing one thing; shopping. Looking around at the displays, Vaan's curiosity was peaked & he drifted through the store in search of anything cute!

music: I Am Harlequin: Don't Break The Silence
outfit: Here

[RILEY KROSS]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #FDFDFD;] ■ IT HAD STARTED OUT QUITE PLEASANT, cool and breezy with clouds in the sky to keep the sun from heating it up too much. it wasn't like that now, not for her. she felt like she was dying, like she'd pass out from the heat any moment. she wouldn't, of course. but it certainly felt like she might, what with the jacket she was wearing and the bags she was carrying. they weren't heavy, the bags, but the weight restricted her movements and her arms were starting to get rather tired. how long had it been now? she couldn't look at the watch so she looked up and around until she spotted a clock. four hours... smile plastered upon her face, she accepted another bag and watched as the credit card was slipped into her companions pocket once again. said card belonged to her, though it was much less strenuous to just let the other female hold onto it. it wasn't like she'd be buying anything that the bluenette wouldn't have purchased for her anyway. not that it was her problem, the money was her father's and she couldn't care less how much the bratty girl before her bought, but she was starting to feel rather annoyed by the whole situation. the rich and busty brunette turned to head towards another shop, all but dragging the bluenette along for the ride. shouts of a sale had captured the giddy young teen's attention and riley, though reluctantly, followed her around the displays. "how cute!" the shriek of excitement caused riley to wince, forcing a smile as the brunette beamed towards her with a stuffed bear in her arms before turning back towards the shelves in search of more free for her goodies. riley groaned, smile fading into a scowl when the other female wasn't looking her way. how could someone shop for four hours and still want to keep at it? and how could someone not notice when someone else felt like they'd been locked in an oven with weights tied to their limbs? "damn it," she cursed under her breath, knowing that the brunette wouldn't understand the words even if she'd been listening. her own blue eyes roaming the shelves and tables, though even if she happened upon something she liked she wouldn't be able to buy it. it was a real shame that her arms were so loaded down, too. she'd have liked to check the backpack she was wearing, to make sure her small and furry companion was doing okay. she was sure the little guy was fine though, she could feel him move around on occasion. but she still didn't like leaving him stuffed away for too long. maybe she'd get some kind of break soon, a chance to drop all of the bags and stretch her arms. that would be a good opportunity to check up on the digimon she was carrying around.

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[Vaan Ainsworth]

"This is adorable!" Vaan snatched a tank top from one of the shelves, holding it before him. Examining it, he took note of the geometrical pattern it had going on. It looked like the tank top was made entirely of triangles. Each one was a different color that overlapped another. Unable to see himself in it after purchasing, Vaan folded it up neatly and placed it with the others tank tops it was near. "What was I thinking?" The blonde questioned his sense of style for a brief moment, moving on to another section.

Drifting towards the women's section, Vaan found more tops for guys. With all the promoting of the store, it was quite apparent that other customers had been there. The rack with tops, was actually a bit bare. Through it was an entire sector with in the store, only about 5 t-shirts or sweaters were on each rack. "Guess I'll take what I can find." Vaan examined a majority of the tops left. Unimpressed, he would become disappointed.

"Maybe the stuff in the back hasn't been brought to the front." He thought to himself. Setting off into the women's section of the store, Vaan searched for some type of assistance. In the midst of his travel, Vaan came across a male holding onto several bags. Just before he made it to the guy's vicinity, a girl was leaving him to search for deals of her own. Vaan simply assumed that he was assisting her and that he would next. Stepping next to the man, he would tap him on the shoulder. "Say, do you work here?" He couldn't tell if the person had a badge with all the stuff in their face.

music: I Am Harlequin: Don't Break The Silence
outfit: Here
note: the "man" Vaan went up to is Riley.

[RILEY KROSS]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #FDFDFD;] ■ HOW LONG WAS THIS GOING TO GO ON FOR? wasn't she getting hungry or tired or anything? after all of the walking, the buying, the window shopping and the browsing, she should be ready to dive into some food or something. but, of course, that wouldn't happen. because she was high class and couldn't be seen eating in public. heaven forbid someone see her eat her fill or, worse, take a photograph of her doing so. walking around and buying things didn't seem to put any kind of damper on her what so ever. as riley made these observations she flexed her fingers in an attempt at ridding them of the numbness settling in. she followed behind the brunette dutifully, never letting the other female get too far away. she was bored, tired and hungry, everything that the brunette seemed not to be. and, unlike the noble lady she was following, riley wouldn't mind shoveling down some eatables. 'oh man, that pizza place across the street smells so good...' her stomach rumbled, though not loudly so. thankfully. her charge was off hunting through a clothing rack, again, when she felt a tap upon her shoulder. she looked up at the voice, eyes roving over the blonde quickly before settling on his face. did it look that way? she'd been sure that it looked like some kind of date or something. what with her carrying all the bags and paying for everything. well, the brunette had the card, but still. maybe it looked less like that because of the distance that was currently between them and the fact that she hadn't made to follow the other girl at all. shifting the load she was carrying in her arms, she turned a bit more towards the inquirer and tilted her head slightly to one side. "i don't, sorry. did you need something?" she gave a typically generic response, a trained response, as she put on one of her best gentlemanly smiles. even as she focused much of her attention on the blonde next to her, her eyes flitted often toward the brunette she was supposed to be entertaining. said brunette was still flicking through the racks of clothes looking for something that she liked. and riley could only hope she wasn't asked for her opinion on any of them. she found them all rather unfitting, uncomplimentary of the brunette. of course, she wouldn't say that aloud.

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[Vaan Ainsworth]

The store's energy was still high, teens rushing in as others were leaving. The music was hyper & kept the place uplifted, alongside the friendly & upbeat sales representatives scattered through out the store. As Vaan tapped the man's shoulder & he turned to face him, the blonde teen would chuckle slightly at his mistake. "Hahah. Sorry about that. It's just with all those bags, you seem like your assisting someone." He rubbed his head with slight embarrassment.

Returning to the man's question, he began to respond yet again. "I was wondering if the store was out of stock on most things or if they were waiting to bring the clothes out from the back." He informed the proper gentleman. "And if you don't work here, who's bags are those?" He grew curious, thinking that if the man was trying to shop he'd be looking for clothes instead of being someone else's coat rack for shopping bags.

Noticing the man's eyes drift towards the brunette, Vaan's question was answered as he captured the girl in his vision. "Oh I see. Your girlfriend is pretty. At least, her hair is." He made the assumption.

music: I Am Harlequin: Don't Break The Silence
outfit: Here
note: sorry for the late post >.<

[RILEY KROSS]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #FDFDFD;] ■ SHE'D HAVE LOVED TO BE ABLE TO ASSIST THE BLONDE, tell him what he wanted to know and all, but she had no idea in the least. she hadn't seen them bring out a thing since she'd gotten to the area so, she figured, they'd either put everything out from the start or were waiting on everything currently out to be snatched up. the latter was more likely, seeing as it would be the most beneficial method. even though it was a sale, the items still in the back could be set at a higher price to increase profit, while bringing them in when the sale was nearing it's end would also increase sales. "i'm sure there's more in the back. if they're planning to make any kind of real profit," she voiced, albeit a bit disinterestedly. the blondes question didn't go ignored so much as the answer went without saying. she'd kept her eyes upon the male she was speaking too but she'd also been keeping an eye on the brunette she was in charge of showing a good time to. such hadn't gone without notice and, like so many others did on so many occasions, he set upon the conclusion that they were a couple out for a day of shopping. well, it was, for all intents and purposes, an accurate assumption. technically speaking. she was, after all, the brunette's escort for the day. and said brunette had been rather pleased by the misinterpretation of their relationship the few times someone had said something to them about it. riley held in a groan at the thought, smile still firmly in place despite her thoughts. "she isn't-" she stopped herself before she could continue further, the words that nearly left her lips not being the best choice given the circumstances. the brunette not being her type made little difference and would, quite possibly, only lead to further questions on the matter. the fact that she'd never date a girl wasn't one that she could openly divulge, not when she was expected to play along with it all. allowing herself to sigh, she looked back to the brunette for a moment before rectifying her previous near-statement. "she is quite pretty. as well as quite available." appearances meant much to the girl at the racks, it was no real surprise that she was truly quite pretty. and while riley had no qualms about saying as much, she couldn't do so in all honesty. simply because she could see past the pretty face. spending all day with someone often allowed for such a view and riley couldn't fully separate the other females appearance and personality. she was a spoiled rich brat who wanted everything handed to her, so obsessed with looks that she payed little to no attention to her own health. a rotten personality, overall. of course, none of that would come through with the brief remark she'd made. though, it would be unmistakable that she was trying to clear up the misconceptions that she was in any sort of relationship with the brunette.

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[Vaan Ainsworth]

Vaan would chuckle inside. What the gentleman had said seemed to have tickled him a bit. "That's true." He thought to himself. Withe men section being practically deserted & left with nothing but a few scraps of what shoppers had thrown back on the racks from earlier. Of course, the one day he finds a sale that seems like it'd be worth it, he's disappointed by what he sees. But then again, Vaan didn't wake up as early as he usually does. So maybe that was it.

Hearing the start of the man's response being cut off, he grew curious. "Isn't what?" He wanted to ask. He hated when answers weren't complete or they didn't really answer. However, the man would instead 'rephrase' the statement. "She is quite pretty. As well as quite available." he politely enlightened. Vaan continued to look over towards the girl. "Oh really?" He returned full focus to the dude. He then began to explain his thoughts to Riley, not exactly trying to put it in a nice way.

Usually a boyfriend would carry his girlfriend's bags & belongings for her. Even in L.A. he would see younger guys carrying shopping bags for their girlfriend. Or if not their girl friend, it'd be a gal they like. "If your not her boyfriend, then why are you holding her shit?" He blatantly questioned. "Unless you like her in that way, she can hold her own stuff." He looked at all the bags. "Hopefully your not being led on." He gave a slight thought to it,beginning to feel sorry for the possible sap.

music: I Am Harlequin: Don't Break The Silence
outfit: Here
note: sorry for the late post >.<

[RILEY KROSS]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #FDFDFD;] ■ SHE PRETTY MUCH EXPECTED WHAT CAME NEXT FROM THE BLONDE, what with all of the bags in her arms. she was often mistaken for a boy, often mistaken as the boyfriend of whatever snob she was supposed to be escorting. when it was a girl. and she did sometimes encounter people who'd ask why she did it. just... never quite the way this guy was asking. she stared, a bit dumbfounded, for a moment before he added on to his question. the bluenette might have laughed at his comment if not for her current position and the fact that openly laughing wasn't really her thing. was it that one had to either like a girl or be their boyfriend to carry their bags? it certainly did seem like the typical stipulation. the brunette would have most likely claimed that they were together already, though that was true of many of the brats that she ended up escorting around town. probably because they were getting everything they wanted. riley glanced back at the brunette before tilting her head slightly, "i don't like her that way." she turned her attention back to the blonde before elaborating further. "she's the daughter of one of my father's business partners. i was told to entertain her..." she trailed off, realizing how stupid her excuse sounded. the blonde seemed straightforward enough that he'd tell her just that, too. and, really, she wouldn't be able to blame him. buying a girl anything she wanted, carrying around all of her bags, escorting her around town. all because she was told to do so. all because the girl was the daughter of someone important to the business. yeah, that seemed like a real legit reason to hand over a credit card and nearly kill yourself wearing a suit all day with so much baggage. the creature squirming around in her messenger bag, occasionally poking and prodding her in the side, told her that she wasn't the only one feeling suffocated. she was thankful that the little guy settled back down, no doubt munching on one of her candy bars or a pack of pocky sticks. and another glance at the brunette reviled that she was finally at a register with another arm full of clothing and a stuffed toy that she felt looked rather ugly. she couldn't even tell what it was. some kind of chimera bunny-bear-dog-snake thing or something. it wasn't cute at all, to the bluenette. it certainly could have been made much better than it was. rather than looking like a bunch of different stuffed animals that were cut up and roughly pieced together. and not in a nice stitched-together kind of way.

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[Vaan Ainsworth]

"Hmph." The blonde teen softly grunted, a bit disappointed with the response. If a person has no interest in another person, there's no reason why a person would do such generous things for them. According to what Vaan was told, the brunette was not a crush of the kind guy's. She also wasn't a close friend or sibling. Nor was she actually related to the guy directly. "Your father?" Vaan processed what he was told.

Vaan simply took another gaze upon the gal. Nothing about her seemed to stand out. In Vaan's opinion, she was nothing more than an everyday girl in Tokyo. For a parent to involve their child in their own business, just seemed to bother Vaan a tad bit. It's the parent's business, not the child's. "I certainly hope he doesn't ask you to do this so often." Vaan spoke his mind.

Watching her head to the register, Vaan's curiosity kept on. "You shouldn't have to do this if you don't want to." He took note of what she planned to purchase. "People should be forced to buy ugly things with their own money, on their own time. You should have other things to do on the weekend, right?" He looked back over at the brunette's man slave.

music: I Am Harlequin: Don't Break The Silence
outfit: Here
note: woot

[RILEY KROSS]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #FDFDFD;] ■ THERE WAS NOTHING SHE COULD HONESTLY SAY TO THAT, short of confirming that she did, in fact, get tasked with escorting on a very regular basis. but she got the feeling that it was a useless response and would only serve to bring for some kind of foul-mouthed comment or two. the blonde seemed friendly enough, really, be he did have a mouth on him. an honest one, it seemed, at least. she was certain he'd mock her if she outright told him that she played 'loyal dog' quite often. she was so very used to it, though. it wasn't anything new for her, she'd been doing things like this since she was old enough to walk the streets without getting lost. how old had she been? around six. that had been the first time she'd escorted someone around. at least the girls she was forced to entertain didn't cry as much as the girls from back then. usually. there were occasions when she'd be tasked with a really annoying crybaby, though. the lack of actual response was probably answer enough. after all, why would she not answer him if it didn't happen very often? there wouldn't be any reason to stay quiet if it was just an once-in-a-while kind of thing. though she could agree that she didn't want to be there with someone she didn't like, carrying around said persons bags, she couldn't completely understand why the blonde said what he did. she'd long sense gotten used to her role and it had always been something she had to do regardless of what she wanted. the few times she'd spoken up about her unwillingness to play nice had only gotten her into trouble. and after that, she'd simply accepted that it was a part of life. it was something she had to do, like it or not. it wasn't like she had anyone else to spend time with anyway. "i've never had anything else to do on the weekends, i've always had to do this..." another quick glance to the brunette as the card was swiped. "and if i'm not, then i have to sit around doing paperwork." she might have found her own words to be a bit sad had she not been so used to the way things were. it was true that she had her moments when she'd skip out on work or something and run off somewhere instead, but even then she was always by herself. she was used to it. riley forced her smile back in place when she herd footsteps approaching, accompanied by a much too cheerful voice calling her name. the brunette was holding the stuffed.... thing... tightly in her arms, smiling all wide and saying something about how cute it was before practically bouncing off to look around some more. the bluenette's smile vanished as soon as the brunette turned and walked off, her blue eyes moving to look back at the blonde again as if she was waiting for some sarcastic comment from him.

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