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Post by Madison Rockefeller on Nov 24, 2006 17:07:32 GMT -5
If there was one thing that Madison was disgusted by it was the rainbow bright colors that overpower summer clothing collections. The sickeningly sunny yellows and floral hibiscus print made her cringe and pray for the start of the cooler seasons. Thankfully, that season was long gone...for now and the racks were safe and bright color-free. This, of course, led Ms. Rockefeller to browse the racks of neutral toned cashmere sweaters and modest length mini skirts in the infamous Saks Fifth Avenue Collingstead location.
Always a conservative dresser, Madison never advocates showing too much skin. She feels that there is a certain, well-defined line between tasteful cuts and slutty cuts and she is sure never to cross it, even though she sees many people who do. Even more so, she sees people who cross that line who do not meet the weight requirement to do so, if you know what a mean. Muffin top is even worse then bright summer colors. Madison wrinkled her nose just thinking about it.
She was always sure to dress herself properly. Today, for example, she wore a simple creme cashmere cardigan with a matching camisole underneath paired with a navy pencil skirt. Her light brown locks were straight and pushed back from her face with a navy headband. She wore only a single strand of pearl around her neck and wrist. Her make-up was minimal, just a bit of blush, mascara, and lip balm. She looked natural, fresh, sophisticated...and perfect for a day of spending.
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Post by Taylor Dear on Nov 24, 2006 17:45:12 GMT -5
Taylor sat a chaise on the third floor, unimpressed with the options she was surrounded with. She wasn't one to dress particularly conservative, but right now the Contemperary department was proving to be one giant let down. She sighed as she skimmed through the racks. Sure, there were the typical brand names that everyone else was fawning over, but they didn't really grab her eye. Lord knows that she would never dare by herself a Juicy Couture sweat suit, not only because she already have five, but also because who would actually wear one in public?
She sighed as she walked further around the department to the tops, hoping to find a little more inspiration. All she could find were flimsy, gauzy tanks with a little too much bling or floral patterning going on. She continued thumbing, looking for something a little more exciting, and less gaudy looking. Not that anything Saks sold was gaudy, but Taylor had an interesting set of values. Her eyes settled on a particularly vibrant purple tank. It looked like it was sating, with braided straps, and a kind of drapey fit. She rubbed the fabric between her fingers before wasting time taking it off the rack. She folded it over her arms and tried to decide where to hit next. Continue looking, or purchase it? She didn't see the need to try it on, the fit clearly meant that she could get away with a zero. She walked over to the counter, another pair of her absurdly high heels clacking on the tiles. She eyed the cashier up and down. Black leggings, pink and black Marc Jacobs dress from 2005. She tried to hide her incredulous look and set the top on the counter. One of her biggest pet peeves were people who wear old clothes unabashedly.
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Post by Isabelle Arien on Nov 24, 2006 17:50:46 GMT -5
Her father's credit card, hours to spend shopping, and new fall trends. What could be better? Isabelle pushed her wavy brown hair away from her face, allowing her a better view of the store. Yes, gone were the shorts and tank tops of summer. And it was about time. Isabelle had been ready for a change long before, yet anything drastic was impossible when stores weren't stocking anything new. The straight legged and skinny jeans, warm neutrals, heavier fabrics, and tall boots of autumn were a beyond welcome change.
Isabelle's current outfit, she was pleased to find, was just on the edges of trendy. Her Rock & Republic jeans, while not the ideal cut for fall, were boot cut and fit her perfectly. She'd discovered that if her clothes fit just as they should, it didn't matter if they were 'in'. A simple black long sleeve top under a short, puff sleeved tweed blazer and platform mary janes completed her outfit. All in all, it was the kind of outfit that managed to look amazing on her while still just missing 'magazine cool'.
Her thoughts were distracted from her own outfit when she caught a glimpse of Madison Rockefeller. The elite of Collingstead, but severly style-challenged, as far as Isabelle was concerned. With a figure like that, Madison could pull off any look. So why she stuck to conservative cardigans and pencil skirts was quite a mystery to Isabelle. Wouldn't a wardrobe like that get boring? And where was the fun in shopping if you were just going to buy the same version of what you already had? It seemed truly pointless, but Isabelle was in no position to criticize outloud.
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Post by Madison Rockefeller on Nov 24, 2006 18:12:20 GMT -5
Madison pulled a black v-neck sweater off of the rack. It was cashmere, as always. She examined the neckline carefully, assessing if it was too low or just low enough to wear. As she was doing so, a familiar figure caught her eye by the counter across the way from where Madison currently stood. Taylor. She smiled. Taylor was practically a sister according to Madison. Which reminded her, what in the world was she doing shopping without her?
Madison promptly approached Taylor, passing a somewhat recognizable female on her way. She couldn't place a name to the girl she passed wearing a tweed blazer, but she knew that she had definitely seen her before. But in a small town like Collingstead, it's really hard not to know the residents. She pushed the thought from her mind as she reached Taylor.
"Hey Taylor." Madison greeted generically. She wasn't much for enthusiasm, even if it was her best friend. Madison was generally the docile type, the kind of girl you think of when you imagine a ritzy suburban town. Madison stood beside her friend, also taking notice of the last year Marc Jacobs. Ew. Did this person not realize what she was doing? Madison pretended as if she hadn't noticed.
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Post by Taylor Dear on Nov 24, 2006 18:22:31 GMT -5
"Hi Madison." she returned the greeting, with just a little more enthusiasim. She smiled though, noticing that Madison was taking in the major disaster infront of them. She stifled a laugh as she placed her bag on the counter, and handed the cashier her credt card, not making eye contact. She didn't mean to be rude, but the dress was ugly, old, and the cashier wasn't of the stature to pull of something as ridiculous as that dress. And, the leggings made her want to vomit.
"How's Caleb?," she asked, turning around to face her friends. They tended to keep the conversations pretty generic infront of people that weren't in the same social strata. Typical small talk, boyfriends, family, plans for later that day. Caleb was an interesting topic, if only because of the exasperated looks it would sometimes garner from Madison.
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Post by Isabelle Arien on Nov 24, 2006 18:31:49 GMT -5
Isabelle watched briefly as Madison walked passed her to, of course, Taylor Dear. Another one of the town's top ranking high school girls, as far as popularity went. Isabelle rolled her eyes to herself. She had never understood the system. Madison, not incredible looking, and by far one of the most boring people in school as far as clothes went, was like a queen here. As was Taylor, another girl who seemed far from special. Yet everyone knew their names, recognized their faces here. Isabelle would be lucky if anyone out of her group of friends, or former groups of friends, new her name.
She was tempted to go up to Taylor and Madison, interrupt their conversation, and act like she expected to be included. It would be worth it, just to see their reactions. But it was the kind of thing people just didn't do here, or at least that's what she'd been taught to believe. Speak when spoken to, respect your superiors, sit like a lady. Not that Isabelle had ever stuck to the rules she was given. Yet still, if she was going to humiliate herself just for the sake of it, she wanted to get some good shopping done first.
So to the nearest rack of jeans she went, unintentionally hearing a bit of the conversation. Although, honestly, it sounded boring enough that it could use an interruption. 'How's Caleb?' Seriously? Isabelle had always assumed people with such high social status must talk about things a little more interesting. But maybe it was because they were in such a public place. She refused to believe that life for the elite was truly as boring as it looked.
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Post by Madison Rockefeller on Nov 24, 2006 21:54:35 GMT -5
Madison rolled her eyes at the mention of Caleb. Caleb was her on-again-off-again boyfriend and the pair was currently in the off-again stage. Their relationship was seriously an emotional roller coaster, but what else would be expected from a girl who comes from one of the most secretly dysfunctional families in the town? "Don't ask." Madison said, which really meant that she was going to tell Taylor later when there weren't so many straying ears around. After all, people around Collingstead didn't have anything better to do then spend money and gossip. She tried to keep her relationship with Caleb off of the hot topics list.
"What about Hunter?" Madison asked in return as she placed her black sweater on the counter gingerly. To be perfectly honest, she didn't really care to hear about Hunter, but she asked to be polite. She was much more interested in the female whom she knew was listening to their conversation. Madison pretended not to let on that she knew, but everyone who's anyone knows that Madison is horrible and pretending. Her eyes strayed several times over to the jean rack where the female was listening. Oh goodness, Madison was just a lost cause.
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Post by Taylor Dear on Nov 24, 2006 22:00:41 GMT -5
"It's like beating a dead horse. Parents hate him, he's gone M.I.A, and," she trailed off, following Madison's line of vision over to the girl who seemed to be too focused on a pair of pretty plain jeans to be actually looking at the jeans. She rolled her eyes.
"Ugh," she pulled a face, "does she go to school with us?," she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She turned back to the cashier, and tapped her foot impatiently. She'd only handed her a top, she didn't need to take fifteen minutes to fold it and bag it. She was also somewhat aware that she, too, was probably listening to their conversation.
"Faster?," she said, questioning her sarcastically. Although Taylor wasn't usually one to be flat out mean to people, she could get easily irritated.
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Post by Isabelle Arien on Nov 25, 2006 10:10:21 GMT -5
Isabelle, now aware that both girls had noticed her listening, rolled her eyes as one whispered something to the other. She put back the jeans she'd been looking at, moving on to another pair. Citizens of Humanity, flares, dark wash. Decent, but boring. She sighed. Next pair... Joe's Jeans, nice cut but high waisted. Gross.
She glanced over at Madison and Taylor again, allowing herself only a split second to see if they were still talking about her. Turning her attention back to the rack of jeans, she finally saw the perfect pair. Rock & Republic, low rise, dark wash, skinny jeans. They were exactly what she'd been looking for. Now to find her size, which would be the hard part. With so many women trying to squeeze into the smallest size possible, there were hardly ever any left to fit Isabelle. Instead, there were more size 12s and up than would ever sell.
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Post by Madison Rockefeller on Nov 25, 2006 23:16:20 GMT -5
Madison simply stood beside the counter as Taylor hurried along the cashier. Contrary to popular belief, Madison was not really a rude girl. Oh, never would she outright damage her aura of perfection by being impolite. However, she tended to speak with her eyes. For example, at the moment one could generally see that she was slightly on edge, very aware of what was going on and just a bit annoyed by the speed, or lack there of, of the cashier. Of course, Madison only revealed what she wanted people to know. She was a being of immense control. It takes a lot of practice.
"Are we doing anything tonight?" Madison asked, trying to change the subject from their onlooker to something...else. It was a poor attempt, she'd admit that, but she felt that they were paying far too much attention to a single girl who probably wasn't even really worth worrying about.
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Post by Taylor Dear on Nov 25, 2006 23:25:52 GMT -5
Taylor rolled her eyes at the cashiers, and took her bag from ontop of the counter. So maybe she was being a little but ruder than the circumstance called for, but she'd been having a week that didn't make her feel inclined towards being nice to eavesdroppers and slow sales people. Not that she had ever had much tolerance for eavesdroppers, but she usually acted amicably towards cashiers and such.
She put her wallet and her phone back insider her purse, and thought about Madison's question. Plans? For tonight?, she couldn't think of any off the top of her head, but that didn't mean that there weren't any.
"We don't have anything planned, but we probably should," she added, her voice still as nonchalant as usual. She started to think of what the possibilites were. They could go out to dinner with some people, go to a club...there really wasn't that much in the way of options. No matter what they did, they would probably wind up doing something with more than just the two of them.
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