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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Sept 13, 2009 20:11:07 GMT -5
Quinn smiled again, "I wish I had that effect on people. If it's not to forward, I'd have to say you're the only friend I've made since I've been here. Maybe Madison will be a friend, but everybody else just seems to tolerate me." It was her personality she was sure, but she had hoped to make alot of friends when she'd gotten here, to help fill the whole that had opened in her heart.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Sept 13, 2009 20:38:43 GMT -5
"Oh, well you haven't been here long," Markise said. "Sometimes it just takes a while." He'd gone for months with no one, though he pushed the thought away almost as soon as it entered his mind. "Don't worry about it." He gave Quinn a bright smile, then turned his attention to the clothes. "Do you have jeans?" he asked, his eyes scanning her dress. She didn't look like the jeans type, but he believed they were a staple, in one form or another.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Sept 13, 2009 20:56:43 GMT -5
Jeans, jeans Quinn thought would have been for children that were loved and lived in an environment that supported modern rights. She on the other hand had been raise as an old fashioned child, dresses, and she was just lucky they hadn't involved corsets and veils. "No, I don't have any jeans. Although, if you think that I could pull them off I would love to try a pair or two out." Really she was leaving this in his hands, she wanted him to help her, because he owned the fashion shop in town.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Sept 13, 2009 21:13:59 GMT -5
"You could definitely pull them off," Markise said. Most of her was covered up, but he had a knack for seeing past clothes, even when his mind wasn't filling in every last detail. "Do you always wear dresses?" He started looking through things, glancing back at her now and then until he was fairly sure he knew what size she was. He grabbed both a pair of skinny jeans and a pair with a more relaxed fit so she could see if she liked one more than the other. He couldn't imagine not having any jeans.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Sept 13, 2009 21:17:31 GMT -5
Thinking back just to be sure, Quinn examined every memory that she had to see if in any of them she'd worn anything besides dresses. "I don't think so, my step-father was very strict on what girls could and could not wear. I was lucky that sometimes I got dresses that only went down to my knees."
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Post by Markise Sterling on Sept 13, 2009 21:22:30 GMT -5
Markise blinked and looked incredulously at Quinn. For a moment, all he could think was why the hell some people refused to move out of the stone age. His parents had tried to push gender roles, too. They just hadn't been around enough, or persistent enough, to actually enforce. "Then I guess the question is, how much do you want to rebel?" he asked, one pale brow arching slightly.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Sept 13, 2009 21:48:59 GMT -5
Quinn smiled at that question, "as much as possible," she said with a wicked tone. She wanted to be everything she hadn't been the last sixteen years of her life. Learning how to be, look, and act independent and modern only being the start. Her fingers twisted into her hair a bit nervous though, "I won't have to be a party girl though will I?"
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Post by Markise Sterling on Sept 13, 2009 22:16:21 GMT -5
Markise smiled and shook his head. "Only at the concert," he said. The discomfort tried to return at the reminder, so he moved into the racks, sifting through for things he thought she'd like. "It costs a little extra, but I do personal shopping, too." And now that he was in fashion mode, his ability to sell himself was working. He pulled a shirtdress off the rack, one he thought was a decent bridge between what she was wearing now and true rebellion, and held it up. "What do you think?" he asked. "You can wear it with skinny jeans, maybe boots..."  |
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Sept 13, 2009 22:33:25 GMT -5
Quinn was a bit worried about money, after all, even though she could tap into her family's money she worried about the repercussions. That being said, she'd saved up every penny of the allowance her father was forced to give her to keep her somewhat quiet, just so she could visit Markise and get some clothes. That and the portrait, but the portrait had been a whim.
Her eyes got wide when she saw what Markise had picked out, after all, cute girls wore this. She wasn't ugly, but she'd never been one of the 'cute' girls in town, hadn't wanted or needed to. Again, Kiley had thought this was important, and occasionally she'd gotten Quinn to dress nicely too. This time was for herself, and she just wasn't sure she could pull it off. "Are you sure I'd look good in those? They're gorgeous, but I'm not sure that I'm that..."
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Post by Markise Sterling on Sept 13, 2009 22:42:51 GMT -5
"You are," Markise interrupted, his smile softening. "It'll be easy to wear, it's flattering, and you're cute to begin with. If you like it, you should try it on. You don't have to buy everything you try on, you know." He'd seen that moment of worry in her eyes, and suddenly wished he hadn't said anything about the personal shopper bit. He'd rather sell the clothes and give the advice for free. It wasn't like there was anyone else in the shop. Customerwise, anyway. Markise could feel that Ariel was still in the room, even if he couldn't see him. "And I won't charge you for helping out, okay?" he offered, then laid the dress over his arm along with the two pairs of jeans.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Sept 13, 2009 22:46:56 GMT -5
Quinn was shocked to hear that, especially since she was asking him to donate money. And eye for an eye or a favor for a favor was the world that she came from. Her face softened, her fingers tangling in her hair for a moment, "thank you," she said softly. She smiled, "you promise to tell me if I look bad in the clothes?" she asked. She'd try them on, see how she looked, but only if he agreed not to lie. Boots she thought, she'd seen a pair of the boots in his shop and she couldn't say she'd oppose those.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Sept 13, 2009 22:52:07 GMT -5
"I'll suggest you try something else," Markise compromised. He wasn't about to tell her something looked horrible on her, he may as well either take back his compliment or call his stock crap if he was going to do that. "If I send you out without looking your best, I'm not gonna stay in business long." He was faltering horribly as it was, though he wouldn't admit it. The shop had been in the red from the moment he'd opened the doors, and everything he'd borrowed for other uses hadn't helped the situation.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Sept 13, 2009 23:00:32 GMT -5
Quinn smiled a bit shy, "I trust you, I just...don't have very much self confidence. I'm sure whatever you put me in is just fine." That and she trusted him, really really trusted him, which for his being a guy was odd. Her smile widened, "even better I bet I will look the best at the whole entire concert. Then they'll have to come in and buy your clothes."
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Post by Markise Sterling on Sept 14, 2009 8:02:49 GMT -5
Markise grinned at that vote of confidence, and only just stopped himself from saying something about how far flattery would take her. He threw himself into finding and helping her find clothes that would compliment her, explaining where he could as they went along so she'd know why he'd pulled out this color or that style. It was a somewhat eclectic mix he found for her at first, trying to find which she preferred, and giving her the opportunity to decide wherever she had a preference so they could narrow it down.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Sept 15, 2009 10:37:56 GMT -5
After a while, and several uncomfortable choices, Quinn was ready to try on some of the clothes that Markise had picked out for her. He was asking her to push her boundaries, and she supposed that was a good thing, but next thing she knew he'd probably be trying to convince her to wear make-up with her clothes. Aside from the first outfit Markise had suggested, there were two other pieces that she liked. "I'll probably need to wear a shirt under the black dress, but I really like the black pants." They showed that she had a butt, and for some reason that flattered the woman in her, even as she felt a bit exposed by it, she thought with a blush.   |
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