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projectroxas2011-09-24 10:08 pm
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[ of course, as it turns out, the one thing that she's forgotten to mention to lyssa was the fact that she didn't really have a convenient method of transportation. all she'd asked for the location & time, thinking that would have been enough. of course it hadn't been.
... oh well.
hooking her small messenger bag-slash-purse on her shoulder, she bids her dad goodbye after reassuring him that she'll be back by ten (yes, yes, don't worry, just the mall--). & promptly feels glad that she left two hours before the time she's supposed to meet lyssa 'cause she just missed the bus & the next one won't be arriving for another half-hour. she settles down, pews & waits. long story short (after she subtracts the bus ride & all the weird things her hair is doing in the humidity), she manages to get to the mall in once piece: none of her organs are missing, her dress isn't ripped up, & no one had shoved her head down a toilet. day's pretty good so far (where's wood to knock on when she needed some?). 'cept the fact that she's probably a few minutes late, but--
... oh well.
she'll apologize to lyssa as soon as she can find him. ]
... oh well.
hooking her small messenger bag-slash-purse on her shoulder, she bids her dad goodbye after reassuring him that she'll be back by ten (yes, yes, don't worry, just the mall--). & promptly feels glad that she left two hours before the time she's supposed to meet lyssa 'cause she just missed the bus & the next one won't be arriving for another half-hour. she settles down, pews & waits. long story short (after she subtracts the bus ride & all the weird things her hair is doing in the humidity), she manages to get to the mall in once piece: none of her organs are missing, her dress isn't ripped up, & no one had shoved her head down a toilet. day's pretty good so far (where's wood to knock on when she needed some?). 'cept the fact that she's probably a few minutes late, but--
... oh well.
she'll apologize to lyssa as soon as she can find him. ]
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so this is why he's still looking quite comfortable on a bench outside of the mall's entrance on hour two of his alone time, humming to himself as he continues to do quick scribbles of people('s clothes) going to and from the mall. only stops once he sees a familiar poof of hair, smiling widely before raising a hand up to wave at her. ]
Amanda! Over here!
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he parks in the same spot as usual, a few blocks down from the apartment complex he's headed towards. but this time he's juggling not only his sketchbook (and the plastic bag with the items he'd picked up earlier when out with amanda) but also what seems to be two garment bags and his messenger bag slung over a shoulder, hoisting it all up to begin an awkward walk-waddle to the entrance.
it takes him a little longer than he had initially hoped, but he's still a minute early regardless, even if he's glancing at his already full arms with a frown on his face. after half that minute goes by he just shrugs and uses his foot to gently knock at the door three times. ]
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sometime later in the evening...
Okay, I've made my decision. This is still the best design you've made. I vote on you touching it up and pitching the idea to a company overseas.
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after scrubbing and soaking he's standing in front of the mirror to inspect the damage done, deciding it's best to just cover it up with make-up. (summer was a pain in these cases, as he couldn't just throw on something to hide the bruises. it was much easier than being questioned or stared at, plus he didn't think it was very classy to go around looking like that.) so he spends a good thirty minutes using what he has on hand to mask the purple and blue on his neck, nodding in satisfaction once his skin looks good as new.
and then? well, instead of doing work he flops on his bed to visit catberta, telling her about his fun with amanda and the nice conversations he had with nick. he's in the middle of giving her treats when his phone vibrates, blinking over at it before pulling himself away from his lady. (no keep feeding me-!! her face said, her nubby paws flailing lazily.) beams down at the message, quickly texting back that he'd love to go get some ice cream with her. rolls off his bed afterward to grab his bag, only turning back to catberta once she meows and demands that he gives her the treats (they were too far away on the bed, dang it).
so he does just that and then gives her a kiss on her fuzzy fat head, saying he'll be back later that night. as usual he's in his car and out in the street in less than a minute, pushing the speed limit enough to arrive at amanda's house in less than ten minutes. trots into the apartment complex and goes up the elevator, arriving at her door to knock once, twice, then three times before stepping back to wait for her to answer. ]
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poofhair. as usual. standing in front of the mirror, she lifts a brush with one hand & a hairspray with the other. one attempt at brushing down the poof & spraying it is enough to tell her that it won't work 'cause the poof apparently said "nope" to the hairspray & bounced right back up.she tries clipping it next. it works, a little. well, the clips are staying in place anyway, which is definitely a win. as long as it didn't look like she was carrying a birdhouse around on her head, she didn't mind it terribly. giving her reflection a nod of approval, she finishes her look by pulling on her usual hairband to tame the middle-poof.
that done, she wanders away from the bathroom to settle herself on the couch, sinking into it as she waits for lyssa's arrival. she has her usual bag in her lap. logically, she knows that something more shiny is the usual protocol for proms, but she can't bare leaving this bag all by itself at home while she's out having fun (hopefully). it's been her most faithful friend, so it'll go. it's either they both go or she didn't go at all! yes!
... pleased with this line of logic, she flops deeper into the couch without further ceremony. ]
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