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Post by Charlie Bennet on Dec 1, 2014 5:28:28 GMT
A lip pink with gloss was pulled between her teeth as she looked at the dresses. One was purple, the other blue, but other than that they were exactly the same. She knew the purple one would bring out her eyes, but the blue one would look nicer with her hair. Her eyebrows furrowed as she tilted her head, her curly ponytail falling to the side as she did so. Maybe she should just get both? But no, Renee would kill her. She was supposed to buy a winter jacket as well, so she only had money for one dress if she wanted to get the jacket. While the girl happened to love her hair color, sometimes she hated it for making things difficult.
She should have brought someone with her, what she needed right now was an outside opinion. Hmm, well maybe someone in the store would be willing. Her eyes traveled upward, looking for a likely candidate. The worker was busy, most of the other women seemed too old. Eventually her eyes fell on a woman with darker skin who didn’t seem much older than herself – oh and she had purple eyes too! Excellent.
She took both of the dresses off the rack and walked across the store toward the woman, confidence in every one of her steps. When she reached her, she smile warmly. “Hey, I know this is kind of out of the blue, but can you tell me which of these dresses you think would look better on me?” She questioned, holding up the dresses.
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Sagira Nazari
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Post by Sagira Nazari on Dec 7, 2014 0:36:33 GMT
It was not uncommon to see Sagira Nazari weaving in and out of the stores in the mall though if one shadowed her, one would find she rarely bought anything. The young woman went from store to store fishing through shirts, pants, and dresses among other things, but only seldom would she grace the store with her money and leave as a full-fledged shopper. While there were many reasons she could have done such things ranging from simple wish list shopping to compulsive frugality, in truth, she was getting something that day: ideas. Fashion ideas, to be exact, were her aim. She wanted to see what was out there, what was in style, and what not to follow after when working out her own things. Her mind always raced with possibilities as she lay hands upon various fabrics and patterns, and she knew someday her designs would be the highest priced upon the shelves. She was sure of it.
Oh this one’s cute… Sagira mentally considered as she held up a simple lavender blouse embroidered with the pattern of various flowers upon it. A sigh echoed in Sagira’s head thereafter earned a soft roll of eyes. Allowing her gaze to flash towards a mirror, Sagira leered softly as a familiar ghost baring many of her features gazed back bored. Upon being acknowledged, the spirit flashed a tooth grin only causing her human to grimace softly back before averting her gaze. Aziza never ceased to make her uncomfortable, and Sagira was tired of it. She was tired of riddles and half-truths and whatever else the hell Aziza liked doing to make her jump and grimace. “What are you bored?” Sagira grumbled softly not glancing back at the mirror as she focused on the fabric.
“You’re less jumpy today” was the single comment back, and Sagira grit her teeth. Stay calm…. No one else but you can hear or even see her. Don’t blow up in this damn store… Sagira inhaled deeply before forcing a smile. She wasn’t going to let Aziza upset her today; she swore it. The ghost just sighed again apparently displeased that she could no longer make her human topple backwards in a panic as readily as she used to. Perhaps a new method was in order.
The sound of footsteps didn’t reach Sagira’s ears until a young woman had come close enough to meet her gaze. Blinking and glancing over as the girl spoke, Sagira slowly smiled. “Of course of course,” she replied, the first phrase faster spoken than the second as Sagira regrouped. Stepping back a bit and looking carefully at the coloring of each dress before looking at the girl up and down, Sagira looked thoughtful. “Mind trying them on, though?” she asked. It would be easier to see which looked better on than held forwards.
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Post by Charlie Bennet on Dec 10, 2014 7:53:35 GMT
For a moment the redhead was worried that she had startled the other woman. It occurred to her that maybe her approach had been rather sudden, but the white-haired woman before her seemed to handle the situation well enough, and if she had been startled, she didn’t really show it. A brighter smile rested upon Charlie’s face when she agreed to help her with the dresses. Charlie was a naturally extroverted person. She, clearly, had no problem with approaching strangers and asking for their opinions on things or simply starting up a conversation with them. No, these things had always came naturally for the shorter girl. She was pleased that the other woman didn’t seem put off by it, though. She was well aware of the fact that some people didn’t appreciate being approached by strangers – and that was fair. Honestly, Charlie typically preferred to do the approaching herself.
A bit of excitement bubbled in her stomach upon the request. It meant the other woman was taking this seriously, and that she also had enough time for her. “Of course~” She agreed, repeating what the woman had said earlier more or less by accident. “Can you hold this one?” She questioned, not wanting to take both of the dresses into the dressing room since she would only be trying them on one at a time anyway. She handed the purple dress over to the taller woman, turning on her heel and heading toward the changing room.
She changed into the blue dress quickly enough, making time to fix her hair a bit from pulling things over her head. She turned in a slow circle, making sure the dress was laying right on her. She knew the cut looked good on her body, since it was one that she tended to get a lot. She smoothed the skirt out one last time before she stepped out of the changing room. She twirled around for the other woman so she could get a good look at the dress as well. “Oh yeah, my name is Charlie by the way.” She introduced herself with a warm smile.
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Sagira Nazari
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Post by Sagira Nazari on Dec 16, 2014 3:12:00 GMT
As her reply was echoed, Sagira simply smiled before nodding to the request and taking the dress. Watching as the redhead retreated to the changing room, the blond hummed softly to herself before glancing in the mirror once again. Aziza had since vanished from her reflection, and now that Sagira caught sight of the way in which the dress drew up more attention to her amethyst orbs, she couldn’t help but smile a little. She loved purple; it worked so well with her skin and features. Too bad this particular dress was a bit out of her price range. She was sure she could make it at least.
Drawing a bit closer to the changing room, Sagira allowed her gaze to shift about taking in what clothing was closest to the general doors. Glancing down at the dress she now held, Sagira looked thoughtful before dragging her gaze up again to flash across the numerous dresses. Some have such simple designs but thy can look so good she smiled a little at that thought but paused upon hearing a door open from one of the changing rooms. Purple eyes flashed across the girl and the dress watching intently as she twirled. She’s cute, it was more of an observation than an opinion to Sagira. The girl’s features and hair sat well with her general being, and the dress was very well fitting for her.
At the introduction, Sagira blinked upon remembering that they had yet to even exchange names. A small giggle rippled passed her lips at that thought. “Sagira,” she mused briefly making a small bow and holding the end of the dress she’d been holding in a curtsy fashion. “Very nice to meet you.” She commented before righting herself again and looking thoughtfully at the girl and dress once more. It did fit her well, and her hair color made it superb, but she would need to see the next one to make sure. “Red is very nice on you,” she complimented genuinely. “Very few could pull it off so well.”
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Post by Charlie Bennet on Dec 24, 2014 7:17:46 GMT
A simple giggle ushered forth from her lips at that curtsy. She mirrored it in her own dress, laughing once again. It wasn’t uncommon for Charlie to meet and feel completely at ease around strangers. She was simply an extremely extroverted person. “Sagira is a very pretty name~” She complimented. She loved it, it sounded slightly foreign and rolled off the tongue well. Actually, if she wanted to be completely honest, she would say it was an attractive sounding name. One that you kind of purred and rolled the ‘R’ on, but that would be a very strange thing to say in a first meeting.
Her expression brightened even more when the other woman told her that not many people could pull the dress – or rather, the color – off as well as she could. She looked down at the dress in a way that could almost be seen as shy, but really she was just looking at the way the color rested on her skin. It was nice, wasn’t it? Charlie wasn’t usually the type to be vain, but she also knew when something looked good on her. “Thank you so much!” She said brightly, grinning as she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.
Thereafter she would accept the other dress from the girl, heading into the changing room once again and pulling it on. The color was nice, and it brought out her eyes more than the red dress, but in a way she was starting to think she preferred the red one. Well, she would see what Sagira said. With that thought she stepped back out of the changing room, lifting the skirt of the dress slightly as she waited for an opinion.
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Sagira Nazari
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Post by Sagira Nazari on Jan 3, 2015 20:12:23 GMT
Sagira smiled warmly at the compliment. “Why thank you,” she mused thereafter. Though she loved American culture, the young woman did love the nomenclature of her heritage. Her father had insisted on naming his children with names that reflected their homes, and though she’d never admit it to his face, Sagira liked that about him. As she went to comment on the dress, Sagira was honest in her analysis. Had it not worked with Charlie, Sagira wouldn’t have been brutal, of course, but she would certainly have suggested the other color instead. She was honest but not blunt, and it was probably this quality over anything else that made Sagira capable of making friends easily.
Purple eyes reflected Charlie’s simple gesture, and a softer smile graced Sagira’s features thereafter. Already she was imagining what various dress styles and patterns apart from the one the girl before her wore that she could pull off. It felt rare to find a true redhead with fare enough skin to wear the ruby rose dresses. If she was taller, no doubt scouts would have picked her out as a model already. Of this, Sagira was sure. Rolling a few nails through her blond hair, the elder woman parted with this idea for now instead offering up the second dress. Watching as the girl disappeared into the dressing room once more, Sagira stretched slowly allowing her attention to twirl between the racks and the dressing room.
As Charlie stepped out once more, a thoughtful look crossed Sagira’s features. The girl before her could really pull off clothes now couldn’t she? Perhaps it was just this particular style of dress in general that fit her body type well. Yes, that was it. Pressing a finger to her lips and continuing to look thoughtful, Sagira smiled before answering. “They’re both beautiful, but the red more so,” she decided after a moment giving a nod of assurance in herself thereafter.
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Post by Charlie Bennet on Jan 20, 2015 1:17:48 GMT
Had the redhead had any idea what sort of thoughts were running through the older woman’s head, she might have blushed. Charlie was a confident enough girl, she knew that she wasn’t ugly by any means, but she rarely spent time considering her features and how pleasant they might have been to other people. It was true that her hair looked nice against her creamy skin, and her purple eyes seemed to pop and work even though they really shouldn’t have against the color pallet that was the rest of her. But while she put careful work into her appearance, choosing her clothes and hairstyles sometimes days in advance, she rarely noticed these things.
As Sagira voiced her opinion, Charlie couldn’t help but to nod a bit. She agreed that the red did look nicer, but she was glad to have a second opinion. She hated shopping without one, really, because she didn’t always trust herself to make the best decisions. The older woman was well dressed, however, and seemed to have an air of confidence and experience in this area somehow. The girl couldn’t exactly put her finger on it, but that’s what it felt like to her. “I think so too~” She asserted. “Hold on just a minute.” She requested, holding her finger up before she disappeared into the changing room to put back on her original clothes. She left the unchosen dress hanging, folding the red one over her arm as she stepped back out for the third time.
“Thanks for your help.” She said with a little grin, tucking a strand of her thick red hair behind one of her ears. “I don’t think I could have chosen all by myself~” She went on, laughing softly.
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Sagira Nazari
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Post by Sagira Nazari on Feb 6, 2015 19:37:06 GMT
Sagira brightened as her opinion was taken up, but a simple ‘good’ would escape in the form of a breath before Charlie requested she stay there for a moment before disappearing into the changing rooms again. I wonder if she’d let me take her measurements and maybe make a different dress too… she considered quietly to herself. At the end of the day, Sagira saw herself as an artist, and visual models were indeed useful references— sometimes. She was still unique, she swore! But yes.
Sagira’s gaze would have remained on the door had not a pair of hands set themselves on her shoulders. Sagira bristled, her breath catching slightly. A brief glance back would tell her what she already knew: Aziza was doing what ghosts did best in their objective to scare. “Damn thing,” the more tangible of the two entities muttered raising a hand and swatting away the ghost who vanished as easily as she had appeared. Stop messing with me Sagira mentally commanded thereafter. In response, the echoes of her ghosting familiar rang in Sagira’s head. Why do you even do that I swear…
“Why not?” was the only question. Sagira rolled her eyes.
Stopping mid thought-argument as the door of the stalls opened again, Sagira forced herself to change gears, remembering that there was someone nice there as well. Meeting Charlie’s purple spheres with her own, Sagira smiled at the thanks. “Welcome~ It was my pleasure helping a cutie like you,” she beamed sweetly back at her. She hesitated after a moment uncertain as to whether she actually wanted to say what mentally came after. “I … know we just met but maybe we can go shopping sometime, or something?” she asked lightly enough. “I love fashion.”
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Post by Charlie Bennet on Feb 16, 2015 20:38:21 GMT
The fact that the white-haired woman had been arguing with her familiar mere seconds before she stepped out of the dressing room would be missed by the redhead. Her own familiar was waiting outside the mall somewhere, no doubt he would come bounding up from the shadows when she left. She didn’t tend to bring him in heavily crowded places with her because he was rather large and protective, and she didn’t want anyone getting scared unnecessarily. Charlie was very conscious of what the people around her said, thought, and did – even if she acted like she wasn’t. Their thoughts and opinions didn’t typically matter to her, but terrifying someone with a dog phobia did bother her. It’d only ever happened once, but she wasn’t going to let it happened again.
Her thoughts were broken as Sagira started speaking, and upon hearing her words the smallest of blushes would appear on her cheeks. On another person, it might not have even been noticeable, but on Charlie the smallest amount of color on her cheeks was heightened not only by her pale complexion but also by the red hair that framed her fair. Either way, the smallest of giggles would escape her and the smile on her face seemed very satisfied. “You’re too nice~” She stated, pulling on her bangs slightly.
Her eyes would light up in earnest, however, as the offer to go shopping sometime was extended. A little squeal escaped her as she grabbed the other woman’s hand. Maybe they barely knew one another, but hey she was excited! “Yesss, that would be great!” She exclaimed, bouncing slightly. A lot of her friends got tired when they shopped with her because it took her so long to come to a decision, but she felt like Sagira would understand. “I do too! I have so many magazines and my closet doors will be barely close.” She giggled again, her cheeks more flushed, but this time from excitement.
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Sagira Nazari
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Post by Sagira Nazari on Mar 9, 2015 18:42:27 GMT
A softer smile reflected on Sagira’s features when her careful eyes reflected the subtle shift in color on Charlie’s features. Those that were not so haughty as to simply accept a compliment were cute in their own right. There was an innocence, almost, and it was a nice change of pace. As giggles started to escape into the air, Sagira found her own melding with Charlie’s. The compliment that came after earned a small dispelling shake of head. “Just stating the truth,” she grinned warmer still.
Thereafter, the request would be made, and luckily for Sagira, she didn’t have to wait long to receive an ‘answer’. As Charlie’s features lit and the squeal ushered forth, Sagira beamed back clasping the girl’s hand with a simple affectionate tightness. The words of confirmation that came after only enhanced Sagira’s assurance. “Perfect!” she echoed, her features brightening with Charlie’s excitement. It was hard not to reflect such a bright personality that she saw before her! “Isn’t it marvelous how we can wear so many things and they all have their own appeal?” she chattered back warmly. “I’m in school for the arts, but I want to be a fashion designer,” she expressed quickly. Anyone else might not have received as quick an explanation of who she was, but Sagira felt Charlie would understand. The girl vibe couldn’t be broken!
“Are you doing anything else today?” she asked rather quickly before a thought came to her. Fishing out her phone, Sagira grinned. “Oh yeah, we have to exchange numbers!” she decided promptly. A small groan in the back of her mind alerted Sagira to her familiar’s general disdain at her own excitement, but Sagira couldn’t keep it down right then and there. Charlie’s excitement was infectious!
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Post by Charlie Bennet on Apr 12, 2015 20:43:58 GMT
The woman before her was simply too easy to get along with. Charlie actively tried to get along with everyone, sure, but she found she wasn’t having to try with Sagira. Her smiles were genuine, as was her excitement. Perhaps it was simply because the girls had a lot in common, Charlie couldn’t really say, all she knew was that she liked the blonde already. As the pressure on her hand was returned, Charlie found herself bouncing a little more. A bright grin remained on her features as the other woman spoke about fashion and what she was majoring in in school. The redhead had assumed the other was older than her, though she couldn’t say for sure just how much older. “I bet you could be a fashion designer if you wanted~” She told her warmly, “Do you have a portfolio or anything?” She found herself hoping that the other woman did. She felt like it would be full of all kinds of cute designs.
As the question of whether or not she was doing anything else was posed, the girl grinned brightly. “Well, I’m s’pose to be finding a winter coat but after that I don’t have anything planned.” She explained, her hands moving in front of her animatedly as they tended to when she was excited. “You wanna help me find one?” She went on to question, bouncing on her heels lightly. She seemed to have boundless energy right now.
“Oh yeah! Definitely~” She agreed as Sagira fished up her phone. Several things were adjusted as Charlie finally managed to pull her phone out of her back pocket. It was a big phone, and girl pants tended to have small pockets, so that made things difficult. Her phone was promptly handed to the other woman, and she held her hand out for Sagira’s. If the phone was given, she would type her number in, and then hand it back.
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