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Post by Aleksandra Krum on Jun 2, 2007 12:10:34 GMT -5
Aleksandra strolled onto a busy London street. She needed a few new clothes and Marco could use a few more shirts. She had dragged him along for a bit of advice on the clothes. She knew that she would have had better luck asking Jake or Tanner, but Marco was her brother and he, too, needed clothes.
She sighed and said," Hurry up, Marco. The faster you awlk and get to the mall, the faster this trip is over." Aleksandra laughed. She knew Marco would do anything to not shop. She looked around and saw a double decker( is that what those things are called). She jumped up onto it and waited for Marco to jump up. This would be faster than walking.
OOC: Sorry its short
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Post by Marco Krum on Jun 2, 2007 12:22:45 GMT -5
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I think you mean a trolly cart :]
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He didn't know how he was shoved in to this. I mean, one minute he was safely tucked in his bed, comforters warming him. He was preparing to sleep in on break, but no. His big sister strolled in his room without knocking and rolled him out of bed, demanding they go shopping together. He had protested; for he disliked the art of shopping; whether it be for clothing articles or something else. He had groggily placed a hand in his hair and sighed, the other hand rubbing his eye from sleep. Aleksandra had somehow persuaded him to throw on a pair of his ripped and tatter jeans, as well as polo-shirt, of which look dashing on him; by the way. There was a green paint stain on the corner, but it wasn't like anyone cared; right? Right. So, he pulled on his Chucks and was out the door with his big sister; Sandra.
And here we was now, jumping on to a trolley cart; about to go shopping. A sibling shopping day, it seemed. He sighed and stood beside his sister, leaning on her slightly. They were site to behold; two gorgeous people with wild, big blonde hair. "Too late to turn back now?" he groaned, sticking his hands in his pockets.
He was tired. And he was with a female. And he was going shopping. He decided he hsould suck it up, though. It could be worse. Aleksandra could be taking him to her wax appointment or something. So, he was currently shrugging it off and staring at the cobbelstone road of London below the trolley's wheels.
He put his arm softly around his sister's shoulder, "So, Sandra, what are we here for again?"
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Post by Aleksandra Krum on Jun 2, 2007 12:28:48 GMT -5
Aleksandra almost fell becuase of the sudden weight that was placed on her," Marco, stop it. Your bigger than me even though I'm older." She said and pushed him gently off her. She began to lean on him. " How does it feel to go shopping with your older sister?" She said and smiled." Your lucky. I could have dragged Jake or Tanner, but I wanted you to go." She laughed a little. " We are going to the mall and we are here for a few new shirts for you and some new clothes for me." She said and returned the hug her brother had given her.
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Post by Marco Krum on Jun 2, 2007 16:31:17 GMT -5
"I'm absolutely estatic," he said sarcastically, patting his sister's shoulder, then her hair, "I'm loaded with adrenaline. I can't wait to roam through the many shops of muggle clothing and try on shirts," He smiled though, nudging Aleksandra softly so she didn't fall over and off of the trolley cart. If she went toppeling over the side of the cart, then not only would he be in huge trouble, he wouldn't be able to live with himself, and would probably fling himself off, too.
As much as he dreaded shopping, he was with his sister; so he was fine. He and Aleksandra had grown up as beautiful, nearly perfect children. Thus, they stuck close together with their flaws. They'd always been best friends, as well as siblings. What a wonderful relationship, hm? With a father who did care about anything but how well you did in Quidditch and a mother that wasn't as caring as she could be, you needed some love. When you had a sibling, you tend to go to them; which is what Sandra and Marco were used to.
"What're you looking for in particular?" Marco asked, patting his own hair that matched Aleksandra's as the trolley slowed down and came closer to the destination of the Muggle mall.
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Post by Aleksandra Krum on Jun 2, 2007 16:47:55 GMT -5
Aleksandra grabbed a pole that was near her, Marco didn't see her grab it, And acted like she was going to fall. She laughed and then whispered," Son't use that word. Remember, we have to be muggles today." She looked around. Thanksfully no one ahd heard her or her brother. Shelooked up at him and said," It's not fair that you are younger than me and taller. I'm looking for some more jeans and some shirts. I could also use a few skirts and I need another pair of shoes." She said. Then added," You need some more shirts. And I must ask, What is that green stain on your shirt?" She asked and shook her head. You could alwasy count on Marco to wear a stained shirt when going somewhere, usually only if he didn't want to go.
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Post by Marco Krum on Jun 2, 2007 17:50:55 GMT -5
"Green stain? What green stain, may I ask?" Marco asked his sister innocently, glancing at the green paint stain an pretending as if he didn't see it.
He smiled and ran a hand through his hair, his fingers getting stuck in the curls. He caught a teenage girl's eye, who was also standing on the trolley. She was eyeing him and liking what she saw. Marco took a small step away from Aleksandra and smiled at the girl, knowing any moment now Aleksandra would realize such and grab his attention again like the big sister she was.
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Post by Aleksandra Krum on Jun 2, 2007 17:59:20 GMT -5
Aleksandra saw a girl out of the corner of her eye. She couldn't stand it when girls acted like that toward Marco. She smirked and linked arms with Marco," Come on, This is our stop." She said and jumped off the trolly. She watched it and the girl disappear. She unlinked arms and walked into the mall. " Where should we go first Abercrombie or American Eagle?" She asked and looked at Marco smiling. She was waiting to see if he was gonna be mad because of what she did.
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Post by Marco Krum on Jun 2, 2007 18:09:37 GMT -5
Marco puffed one of his cheeks at Aleksandra and gave her a soft glare for a moment. Just like her to pull him away from a pretty girl. But, oh well. He just rolled his eyes playfully and smiled, patting the back of her neck softly, "Whatever you want," Marco replied to her, smiling a tad. He really could care less where they went first.
But he would blend in perfectly in Abercrombie, since he looked like he just walked right out of one of the posters in that store. And that was good, right? Right.
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Post by Aleksandra Krum on Jun 2, 2007 18:21:53 GMT -5
"Ok, we could go to Hot Topic, if you want." She said laughing. Marco knew that Sandra wouldn't step foot in that store. She strolled into American Eagle and began looking through shirts and jeans.S he picked out several ones in her sizes. She turned to Marco," Hold out you arms." She aid. When he did she placed an arm load of clothes in his arms and she grabbed a couple of skirts and a few more shirts. " Come on." She said nad walked towards a dressing room. She placed the clothes downa nd took the clothes from Marco and placed them next to the ones she had carried." Go find you some shirts and jeans." She said and waited outside the dressing room for him to return. He had not much fashion sense and she would ahve to help him pick out outfits. She sighed.
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Post by Marco Krum on Jun 3, 2007 17:58:32 GMT -5
Hot Topic? That scary screamo store with the people walking around like they're from the circus? With their striped stockings and platform shoes, and many piercings and tatoos and dyed hair and pounds and pounds of eyeliner? Yeah, that Hot Topic. Marco disliked that store quite a bit, too. Just like his sister. The music that was played in that store hurt his ears and the people were just downright creeps. The shirts were of muggle bands he didn't care for, and their pants were overly tight. Yes, he didn't like that store.
He was alright with American Eagle, though. They had clothes that fit his style, right? Well, judging from the male model photos, yeah. He looked like he walked himself out from one of the photos and landed in the store. Infact, people were noticing this, too. They were glancing at Marco like he was the last man on earth; or the last hawt boy on earth. Yum, yum. He patted his hair a tad and stared at the door to his sister's dressing room. She was expecting him to go out there in the open, in the middle of the store, and shop for himself? Not only did he hate shopping, but he was afraid he would get mauled by the many teenage girl that populated the store at the moment.
He shifted from foot to foot, glancing at a pile of shirts. She said he needed shirts, right? What was his size again? Ah, hell, what did it matter? He made his way to the stack of shirts and normally and nonchalantly as he could, and began sifting through them like he did it everyday.
Psh.
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Post by Aleksandra Krum on Jun 3, 2007 18:05:17 GMT -5
Aleksandra tried on the first outfit," No." She said and tossed it into a pile of No's. She then tried on another." Hmm. no to the shirt then pants are a yes." She said again. She repeated this till she had a large pile of No's and a smaller pile of good clothes. She took the rejects and placed them wehre they go. She then walked out to see where Marco was? She sighed," Marco, not these shirts. They won't fit you." She said and took her brother and led him to a different pile of shirts. She looked through them and picked out a few. " Come here." She said. She lifted each shirt up," What do you think of them?" She asked," After all you are going to be wearing them." She smirked. Here poor brother... didn't even know what size he wore.
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