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Post by elven on Aug 9, 2009 22:13:58 GMT -5
Ackert
He watched her by the purple dress, then frowned. "Not purple," he decided, though it was his favorite color. He folded his arms and looked around. "Perhaps..." he moved towards the dresses and gently thumbed through a few; he found a rich crimson colored one and pulled it out from within the others.
"Do you like this one?" he asked. He held it out in front of her, almost as though he were imagining her wearing it. |
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Post by Jessica on Aug 9, 2009 22:17:18 GMT -5
She bit her lip, blushing a small bit. " I do like the color." She admitted, knowing she couldn't lie to this man. She pursed her lips together, " It's quite beautiful, actually." She said as she stepped forward a little, running her fingertips across it.
"Should I try it on or something?" She said looking up at him, before glancing at the dress again as she felt her nerves react in a new way, the soft adrenaline. The thought of her getting attention was almost as nerve racking as it was flattering.
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Post by elven on Aug 9, 2009 22:19:31 GMT -5
Ackert
"Well," he said. "You don't want a dress that doesn't fit but looks great in your wardrobe," he said with a laugh. "So," he finished. "Yes you probably should try it on." He scanned the small shoppe and then spotted a small area that was away from the dresses and cut off from the room by a standing-room divider.
"Well," he said walking towards the room divider. "Come along now, so that we can see if this dress fits you," he flashed a charming smile back over to her. |
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Post by Jessica on Aug 9, 2009 22:22:53 GMT -5
She blushed hotly, stepping into the room as she saw how plain her dress was in the mirror. She blushed a bit, how it was only a small mirror, but enough to tell her that she needed to wear brighter colors every once and awhile. "If you say so." She said as she gently went to grab for the dress.
"Right.. These dresses are so damn complicated." She said grimacing, looking up at him in almost a pleading way; thought she felt that he wouldn't take it as a proper excuse. " Do you know how these things work?" She said grimly, looking at places and the many layers.
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Post by elven on Aug 9, 2009 22:27:33 GMT -5
Ackert
He arched an eyebrow. "Well, madame," he said with a chuckle. "I have never myself worn a dress, so I'm afraid that I will not be much help in that department." He sighed. "Though I could try to offer some help," he bit his bottom lip. "Or...go find the person who owns the shoppe..." that sounded better, beacuse they hadn't even introduced themselves yet.
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Post by Jessica on Aug 10, 2009 11:51:14 GMT -5
She tried to hide her blush, nodding as she watched him leave. She then turned, letting her hands run over the silk. She looked in the mirror, scrunching her expression into, " Stupid dress." With the ball coming up soon, she couldn't dilly dally. She gave a determined look, stripping away her dress as she was only left with the under dresses, a thin and slightly see through material hugging her curves, strings and such all about.
She took a deep breath, trying to put on the dress when she realized she had to unbutton and untie some things. She blinked, cursing as she tried to move out of the dress, before getting stuck. " Oh crap." She said softly, beginning to twist her body to get out of it, before she was almost bearing her teeth to not rip it apart. She sighed, slowly trying to get out of the dress.
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Post by elven on Aug 10, 2009 12:02:41 GMT -5
Some Lady
"Hello Miss," her voice was soft, gentle and kind. "Having some trouble?" she said with a laugh when she breached the divider. She was a round little woman, and maybe no taller than 5'3". She was wearing a rather plain dress with an apron over it and her hair was a mess.
She gently moved over to her and started to untangle the dress.
Ackert
He did not follow the round woman as she went to aid Emelia. To pass the time he looked through a few more dresses, finding a few candidates. He gently put them over his arm and continued, making sure they did not brush the ground.
Then he paused. The sudden realization that he had still not asked for the young woman's name hit him. He would have to remember to ask... |
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Post by Jessica on Aug 10, 2009 12:09:52 GMT -5
Emelia gave a muffled grunt, when she could finally breathe and the dress fell across her body, her hair was a little static and her cheeks were flushed as she felt it get a little hotter in the room. She nodded, " Thankyou, yes I do." She admitted, blushing fiercely. "I'm a little new at this.." She said softly, refusing to look in the mirror as she let her eyes dart here to there.
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Post by elven on Aug 10, 2009 12:16:32 GMT -5
Some Lady
She giggled softly to herself and, licking her hand, smoothed the girl's hair. Nevermind if she didn't like it. "Now then," she said and forced her to stand in front of the mirror." It is a little loose," she said finding a few places she could take in and pulling on them so that Emelia could see how she would look once it was tailored.
Ackert
He now had about five dresses on his arms and was satisfied that there were no more that he liked. He made sure to stay away from the purple dresses, didn't need her upset. After all he was putting her in more extravagant dresses than she had been in before.
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Post by Jessica on Aug 10, 2009 16:38:18 GMT -5
She bit her lip, a little over whelmed by such motherly acts. She smiled though, liking this plump and polite (yet bold) woman. She quirked her lips to the side, giving an, " Oh my." expression as she saw her curved body being hugged by the dress. Her chest was a little more exposed, her shoulders and collarbone a gentle peach color as freckles darted here in there.
With her shoulderblades and the upper half of her back being exposed, she felt a little chilled. Her cheeks flushed, her curls falling across her shoulders as she lifted her chin a little defiantly. " Sir?" She said calling for her new friend to come see, " What do you think?" She said as the dress was long and elegant against her body.
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