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maskormenacelogs2014-06-06 11:46 pm
hackitude) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-06-06 11:46 pm
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WHO: Skye, Lydia Martin (& you, if you would like to run into Skye shopping??)
WHERE: A mall in central Heropa.
WHEN: Backdated to uh... 5/28.
WHAT: GIRLDATE.
WARNINGS: None.
[Skye feels a little bit weird, agreeing to meet up with a girl obviously several years her junior-- still in high school, even-- to go clothes shopping like buddies. Two years ago it mightn't have been so bad, but at 24... yeah, it's a little weird, no matter how intelligent or mature Lydia might be. But for all that, she likes Lydia-- or her first impression of Lydia, anyway. She was completely different in personality to Skye, but... she got Skye. They operated on similar wavelengths. Or something.
In any case, Skye needs friends. It's not something she ever dwelt on much before-- as a child and a teenager she always changed schools so often, she eventually stopped trying to make friends. It was harder to have something and then lose it, she figured. Being a self-imposed loner was easier. She had the internet. Then as a young adult, she'd been too homeless, too jobless and too busy trying to infiltrate a government organisation to make any lasting acquaintances aside from her ex-boyfriend.
It's only after having joined SHIELD that she felt like she really had a family. People she could depend on. And only now, having been kidnapped to this new place and having to start over, does she suddenly and keenly feel that loss for the first time in her life. She supposes she could go back to the way of the loner, but... Skye is really a social person at heart. Despite her occasional cynicism born of seeing everything the internet has to offer, Skye likes people. SHIELD made her realise that. And now that she understands that much... she knows she can't really go back to living like she did before. Not really, not happily. So. Attempts at friendship it is.
Skye leans casually against a wall where she and Lydia had planned to meet, slightly early, mulling these thoughts over. She hadn't changed since they spoke on video an hour ago-- still dressed in a womens' fitted red flannel shirt, skinny jeans and a pair of converse. As usual she wears her hair out, and she tucks some of it falling into her face behind one ear absently, before checking the time on her wristwatch. Still early. Feeling a little foolish, she gets out her communicator and starts to play Snake while she waits.]
WHERE: A mall in central Heropa.
WHEN: Backdated to uh... 5/28.
WHAT: GIRLDATE.
WARNINGS: None.
[Skye feels a little bit weird, agreeing to meet up with a girl obviously several years her junior-- still in high school, even-- to go clothes shopping like buddies. Two years ago it mightn't have been so bad, but at 24... yeah, it's a little weird, no matter how intelligent or mature Lydia might be. But for all that, she likes Lydia-- or her first impression of Lydia, anyway. She was completely different in personality to Skye, but... she got Skye. They operated on similar wavelengths. Or something.
In any case, Skye needs friends. It's not something she ever dwelt on much before-- as a child and a teenager she always changed schools so often, she eventually stopped trying to make friends. It was harder to have something and then lose it, she figured. Being a self-imposed loner was easier. She had the internet. Then as a young adult, she'd been too homeless, too jobless and too busy trying to infiltrate a government organisation to make any lasting acquaintances aside from her ex-boyfriend.
It's only after having joined SHIELD that she felt like she really had a family. People she could depend on. And only now, having been kidnapped to this new place and having to start over, does she suddenly and keenly feel that loss for the first time in her life. She supposes she could go back to the way of the loner, but... Skye is really a social person at heart. Despite her occasional cynicism born of seeing everything the internet has to offer, Skye likes people. SHIELD made her realise that. And now that she understands that much... she knows she can't really go back to living like she did before. Not really, not happily. So. Attempts at friendship it is.
Skye leans casually against a wall where she and Lydia had planned to meet, slightly early, mulling these thoughts over. She hadn't changed since they spoke on video an hour ago-- still dressed in a womens' fitted red flannel shirt, skinny jeans and a pair of converse. As usual she wears her hair out, and she tucks some of it falling into her face behind one ear absently, before checking the time on her wristwatch. Still early. Feeling a little foolish, she gets out her communicator and starts to play Snake while she waits.]
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skye’s skin is tanner, her face is wider, softer. she’s shorter. the strained, hurried look settles into one of disappointment before lydia buries it under something genial and pleasantly neutral. she neatly raises two fingers to her hairline, brushing shorter layers away from her face. ]
You’re early. [ just an observation—not a criticism or praise. ]
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Oh hey. Not by too much. I only just got here. [Sort of.] I overestimated how much time it would take me to get here. Still getting used to the place, I guess.
So. Where should we start, miss fashion guru? [Skye says it with a grin, but if she's teasing, it's only slightly. Skye's regular tone is usually a mix of half teasing and half sincerity anyway.]
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I’m beginning to get the feeling we’ll have a hard time finding a store that has clothes for both of us. [ she avoids making it sound like an insult, but just narrowly. lydia exclusively wears skirts and dresses, mostly with high heels. she doubts skye can remember the last time she wore a high heel, looking at her now. ] But I’m not giving up entirely. [ she points down the walkway and starts moving. ] We can start this way.
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... Should I feel insulted? I wear cute things too, you know. Sometimes. Occasionally. When the situation calls for it.
[She falls in with Lydia's stride easily, looking at the shops around them. Getting fashionable clothes hadn't exactly been Skye's first priority-- practicality first, as far as she had been concerned.]
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[ and not due to lack of comprehension—she just doesn’t understand why she’s being asked if someone else should be offended, ok. feel your feelings, skye. preferably away from lydia. judging by her blasé manner, though, she doesn’t expect skye will choose to take it personally. ]
I’m just saying the plaid doesn’t exactly scream an openness to floral prints and mini-dresses.
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I've worn a mini-dress. ... A couple of times.
Nnnnot so much with the florals. I'm more of a... geometric prints and colour blocking kind of girl. But hey, I'll try anything once!
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[ lydia arches her eyebrows in a telling way. men. ‘try anything once’ is a dangerous policy ok. she mostly keeps pace beside skye, if just slightly quicker, but she stops suddenly beside a boutique and points up at the sign. ]
But if you’re feeling adventurous, I won’t argue. [ she grabs skye’s wrist and leads her into the store, grabbing a strapless shirt off of one of the racks immediately and holding it against skye’s forearm to get a judge of how it suits her skin tone. ]
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[High school drop out status be damned.
She looks at the boutique with slight trepidation-- cutesy things aren't really her speed. But... this is how girls bond, right? It can't hurt to go with the flow, she figures.]
I don't know if strapless is really-- uh-- I guess it is Florida, but...
[Skye's pretty skinny, and she feels more than a little self conscious about it, okay.]
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[Skye casts her eye around the racks for something else to help her out. Something that will fit Lydia's criteria but also her own, so she can get out of this whole strapless top debacle. She spots something more her speed and grabs it off the rack in a bit of a mad dash: a loose-fitting racerback tank top with red and white stripes. Practical, comfortable, not too flashy and not too plain. Actually, it wouldn't have been out of place in Allison's wardrobe either.]
How about this one? Better, right? [PLEASE SAY YES.]
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when she remembers that skye is still waiting for an answer, her gaze lifts, eyes slightly bugged, and she nods, handing it back with something of a shove. ]
Sure. [ she blinks, softening slightly as she realizes how sharply that came out. ] Yes, it’s better.
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... Are you okay? I didn't just like-- commit a major fashion atrocity and you're just being too polite to tell me, did I?
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Okay. Shoes! Yes, great, I love shoes. [She hates shoes. Oh, she likes LOOKING at them, sure. They're cute! But actually trying them on? Everything has to fit just right and none of them are ever comfortable. And she has a sneaking suspicion that Lydia isn't the ballet flats and sneakers kind of girl.]
Iiiiiiii think I saw a really cute shoe shop just down the way. Like two shops over.
[They probably have shoes in this boutique, but Skye wants to get away from whatever it is that made Lydia act weirdly all of a sudden. She puts the tank top back on the rack equally as hurriedly as she lifted it off and makes a beeline out of the store, hoping Lydia will follow. There is indeed a specialised shoe store two spaces over. However, the shop across the way is an electronics store. Skye pauses for a moment out in the mall thoroughfare, looking from the store opposite to the store with shoes. It would be so great if she could inspect more of this world's tech...
No, gotta stay focused. Lydia extended an invitation for one thing, and it would be rude to derail that. She turns back around to the shoe store.]
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for a moment longer, lydia considers her, deciding what to make of that. finally, with one last once over, she turns away from skye and heads into the shoe store. if she doesn’t want to say anything, that’s her business. ]
You should have gotten that shirt.
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[Which is, in fact, true: Skye's hasn't exactly had an excess of money in her life before joining up with SHIELD, so it was a strategy she'd developed to stop herself from impulse buying things she couldn't afford. Often times she'd find that after she walked away from a store, she couldn't be bothered going back to get the item she'd so wanted to buy after all. Ergo, she couldn't have wanted or needed it all that much, ergo, no need to waste money.
Skye looks at the display of shoes in the window from outside the store. True to the fashion of this world, most of them are charmingly retro.]
Oooh. Those are cute.
[Skye points to a pair of white and mint green shoes with a t-strap and a short kitten heel and an oxford-shoe-like design. It's sort of a halfway compromise between what she's picked up of Lydia's style and her own.]
Shame I only look like the newly-risen dead in mint green.
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Something in peach, though. [ (she shies away from calling it pink, even though pink would look fine too—she has a feeling skye would be instinctively averse.) her eyes skim the row of boxes beneath the shoe, stepping forward to dig through them and read color labels. ]