2020.07.19 Pretty Clothing
| Pretty Clothing | |
|---|---|
| Shoping going bad | |
| IC Date | July19th, 2020 |
| IC Time | Noon-ish |
| Players | Goldie Jackson as ST |
| Location | Fashion Valley Mall |
| Spheres | Wyrm, BSD |
Jackson leads goldie into the mall slowly; his arm wrapped around her waist as he looks over at a beautiful Asian woman, as she is stepping forward slowly. She is bowing towards Jackson, as he speaks softly."Amy, I wish you to meet Goldie. She is new in the area, you will be her personal shopper today. Helping her find her style, I'm rubbish at such things." His eyes moving to Goldie with a little chuckle."This is your new personal shopper, Amy her job is to help you find the right clothing for yourself, make sure it fits. She is on call, anytime you need her."
"That's a job?" Goldie looks between Jackson and Amy. "NICE." She grins widely, hugging her arms around Jackson's frame, "You're so amazingly generous. Thank you, thank you."
Jackson chuckles softly as he looks over at the Asian and than back at Goldie."Of course, your in a new world Goldie. You need to look the part." His voice is soft, as his hand is slides along her face."Do you wish me to leave you with her or tag along?" Amy is quiet as she is watching, now hands behind her back.
Goldie looks to Amy and then to Jackson, "That's a loaded question. You're welcome to come along if you'd like to, but if you've other things you need to work on I understand. We can text images to you in the dressing room while we try things on?"
Jackson nods slowly with a chuckle, as he looks at his wrist."I like pictures, I'll head into the office for a bit. Keep em coming, I leave you in Amy's hands." With that he kisses Goldie's lips softly. Leaving her with the Asian woman. She is dressed in a tight red dress huging her curvy form of the body, everything about her seems to be oh so perfect, her long nails painted a neon grin as she is offers her hand towards Goldie. -- Goldie leaps up onto her tiptoes to plant a kiss on the very tall Jackson's cheek, brushes her hands across his jaw and draws her hands down his arms as she retreats a step, so she can capture his hand for an affectionate squeeze. "I'll see you tonight, thank you baby."
When Jackson turns to leave, Goldie leap-steps to catch up with Amy, smiles, collecting her hands behind her back, "So, I have no idea what I'm doing. Where do we start?" she gives the surrounding mall a quick glance over while speaking, but settles her attention on the beautiful Asian woman while awaiting a reply.
Amy looks over the girl with a little sigh and a chuckle."I was told, it would be a fun one. Okay than, do you like dresses or more of a informal girl. What do you enjoy wearing, your favorite outfit ever tell me abouty it." Her voice is soft, as she is leads Goldie to a bench to sit down with the other woman.
Goldie follows her to the bench and sits with her body turned toward Amy's. "I am informal. I have a wardrobe that consists mostly of gym shorts and tshirts, although I have a few jean shorts or bikini tops. I don't wear underwear very often. I do wear bras occassionally, I like strapless and racerback," she keeps her voice low. "I do wear sundresses occassionally, but I think my ma--," she corrects, "--my fiance would like me to pick out a few things for formal occassions or cocktail functions as he is a businessman who needs to do parties and functions and other fancy stuff."
"I see than, we will do dresses, maybe a female suit, also do more expensive jeans and a t-shirt and gym wear. He is bank rolling it, so we will do your look but with name brands." Amy nods slowly, as she is stands now looking around getting her bearings, debating on what to do first."I know a litle tailor tucked away for the suit, let us vist her. She has been doing this a long time, come with me Goldie." The woman does not wait, already those shapely legs moving away into the crowds.
Goldie pops up and jogs a few steps to catch up with the stylist. She looks around as they walk, dodging the oncoming crowds, checking the names of stores and shops as they pass. "They have tailors in malls?"
Amy nods slowly as she is looking over at Goldie."She is tucked away in the back, not many stumble on her. Her name is Yua, been making clothing since before we could even crawl." Her voice is soft as she beams at Goldie."It is my job to know the best places, yourself to follow and pick what you like. Me to tell you yes or no, rinse and repeate for the day."
Goldie nods, "Well, I appreciate your help." She walks quietly at the woman's side then, keeping up with the Asian woman's pace while looking to satisfy her curiosity (flaw) by peeking, looking, examining every new store they pass as they pass it. "I haven't been to a mall in forever."
"I can tell, by how your dressed." Amy said that quip quickly as she is moves with Goldie, as she shakes her head."We will teach you to dress right." Her voice is cold, as they enter the shop tucked behind the food court, down a long hallway as she is leads her inside. The sound of something in the back of the store, it is mostly quiet after that. The asian shop is filled with items of clothing, out of the back comes an old woman dressed to the nines.
Goldie follows the lead of the first through the food court and into the back hallway. She comes to a stop a step past Amy and looks to the older woman with a nod, "Good morning."
The old woman moves forward, selecting cloth quickly, she is not speaking at all. Four shades one deep blue, one a crimson red, the other is patterns of birds, the final is a lime green. As she is moving towards Goldie, holding them up with her hands, asking her to pick."Kimono." Is the only word spoken, as she is beams at Goldie.
Goldie looks at each cloth that is presented and then to Amy, quirking an eyebrow. "Which do you think is the best for my complexion? I'm inclined toward the green. It's more summery."
Amy is gone when Goldie turns around only herself and this old woman.
Goldie looks back, blinks, nods and points to the lime green fabric. "That one please."
As Goldie looks around something is off, it seems this is no longer the mall. She can't hear shopers, can't hear the food court. There is a picture on the wall matchin Amy, with her long flowing black hair, and her red dress, her long greens nails. It looks old, as if it is from another time and another place. The old woman nods slowly, as she is places the green fabric up along her skin."Good." The voice is broken old, as she is starts to move back, with a little chuckle. A whisper is coming out of her throat."Youth again."
Goldie looks at the poster and from the poster to the old woman. She'll slide the phone from her back pocket and, without turning her back on the older woman, retreat a few steps in the direction from whence they came. "Excuse me a moment, I need to make a call."
There is no door where it once stood is a large iron gate. On the other side is a white mist. Your phone has no signal as it beeps at you.
"I am tripping the fuck out," says Goldie when she turns to see the gate. She swivels back to face the older woman, phone held up. "Is this more of the father's business?" she asks, hoping she'll get a response to the affirmative.
"No." The woman watches her with a wicked smile, so many teeth in that mouth. Her hands seem to be longer now, as she is walking back and forth watching Goldie."Come here for fitting." The garment is finished, oh so pretty, oh so perfect."Let us try it." The Kimono is flowing long green, with a blue flower pattern blooming inside with a little sash matching the green. There are hints of yellow in the sitch work. It is a correctly her size from looking at it, as the older woman steps forward now.
"Is that a kimono?" Goldie comes forward to examine it more closely. "It's -gorgeous-," she says. "Beautiful. But, I don't think cultural appropriation would make the best impression at a community galla or museum opening."
"WEAR IT!" The older woman lunges forward with wicked groping hands, but she trips on something, rolling forward as she lands on her back. Her eyes twisting upwards with a vicious snarl of rage, as you notice how there are so many arms coming out of her back, silk is pooling out from under the dress. What the hell is this thing, it looks almost spider-like, in a dream sort of way.
Goldie sees arms coming out of the old woman's back, all crooked and bendy and starting to hunch her into a weird horror movie monster and her reaction is the same as whenever sees a centipede. STOMP IT! KILL IT BEFORE IT MOVES. YOULL NEVER CATCH IT. That is written all over her face, but what she says is, "AHHHHHHHHHHH." While grabbing the first thing handy, a sewing machine, heaving it up with a burst of adrenaline and thrusting it down. She stops screaming when the machine is released, but then she's crawling up onto a table, ready to jump on the machine and get her a second time if needed. Now she's just making uuuuyyueeek noises.
The world is swifts, quickly everything is moving tilting. Goldie finds herself in the bathroom, in a stall by herself. Dressed like normal, it has been three hours when she checks her phone, there are missing txts from Jackson. But, the world is normal again.
Goldie climbs down off the toilet she finds she had crawled up on and steps to the floor, sits down on the toilet with slumped shoulders and texts Jackson. "Amy is a poster and an old chinese woman tried to eat me."
The txt back takes some time.<What? Okay go home, I'll be right there.>
