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Post by Alec Clary on May 24, 2011 23:48:12 GMT -8
Question one. Why the hell was he here? Question two. Why the hell was he here? Oh..right, he was buying something for his mother. Women and jewelry. He cringed at the thought.
Couldn't they just be satisfied with a card or something? Oh no, they needed bling. He rolled his eyes as he stepped into the mall. He was wearing a shirt that clung to his muscled torso and constricted his biceps. He still walked with a slight limp but according to the doctor, with the fancy PHD on his wall, that would be something he would have to deal with for the remainder of his life. A soft sigh left his lips as he ran his fingers through his disheveled, dark hair. He was definitely stressed beyond a reasonable doubt.
Sliding his sunglasses away from his face, he stopped moving and stood rather awkwardly in the center of the room whilst rubbing the back of his neck. His mother had mentioned something about aquamarine but like with most things in his life, it had gone in one ear and out the other. He supposed next time he would choose to listen instead of mowing down on crackers and cheese. Oh well. He stored a mental note to remind him that he needed to retrain himself. That had been his new year's resolution for how many years? Too many if he couldn't remember.
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Post by MAIA SINCLAIR on May 26, 2011 19:19:54 GMT -8
Maia [/font] Work was terribly boring nine times out of ten. Maia would pick at her nails behind the counter and admire the jewels that shone beneath her, playing out scenes in her head where the man of her dreams got down on one knee and popped the question, clutching a perfect princess cut diamond inlaid in a double white gold band... That would be the day.
Other than fantasizing over things that would likely never happen, there was nothing to do. The clients of Pastel shopped online more times than not because they had the money to do things like that - there were rarely interesting people coming into the actual store. Old couples looking for old-fashioned bands or plain cut simple diamonds for the ceremonies where you reiterate your vows and "refresh" your love sometimes came in. That was the most exciting, really, because they'd croak and their voices cracked and the woman would keep forgetting why they were there in the first place.
Today was no exception. Maia leaned against the back wall on two of the four legs of her stool, admiring her new manicure critically. She had been contemplating her day when she realized it was going to be a lame one. Her most recent guy-friend had left this morning in a rush to get back to the USA or wherever he lived. His wife and kids were waiting.
Maia didn't like make liars and cheats out of men but she couldn't help it for two reasons. One, she was an insatiable sex fiend in secret, and two, she felt herself unloveable, only sexable. She had felt this ever since the boys wanted her back in highschool for her curves and beautiful hair, her lips - she was known as the DSL gal - and her "juicy" ass. She was always a piece of meat to men, so a piece of meat she became. She didn't mind in all honesty, not normally. There were rare blurbs of time when she wished she had someone to love her instead of use her, but what can a girl do?
Suddenly the door chime tinkled and she was jerked out of her contemplative stupor. A very attractive young man was limping into the building, looking completely oblivious. He had no idea what he was doing in there anymore than she knew what he was doing in there. Fresh, sexy guys like this never came into Pastel's. Her heart sank as she realized - he was probably looking for a ring to propose to his girlfriend with. Plastering on a phony smile, she sprang off the stool and bounced around the corner of the counter, approaching him confidently.
"Hi there, welcome to Pastel's. I was wondering if there's anything I could help you with today, sir?" [/blockquote]
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Post by Alec Clary on May 26, 2011 20:01:06 GMT -8
Pale, blue eyes gazed around tiredly, trying to find something that had an aquamarine for a center piece. He was too far gone to notice the young woman behind the counter, and he didn't care at this point. He was far more concerned with the fact he had yet to find his mother's birthday present. Didn't that crazy bat have enough clothing? It was bad enough clothing and shoes were literally falling out of her closet. Even then, she was taking care of them. Lowering his hand, he jammed it in his pocket.
When the perky voice piped up, he jerked out of his reverie and turned toward her with the faintest of chuckles. "Do..you have anything with an..err..aquamarine..setting? Preferably something my mother won't chuck at my head when she opens it after her cake has been devoured.." He queried gruffly, keeping his pale gaze focused on her. He was a man and as a result, he could feel his loins stirring, although he was choosing to ignore it for the time being. He was also a man of few words, unless he was aggravated. He had to admit she had curves in all the right places.
Probably the perfect type of body to have beneath him. Lifting his hand, he offered his hand. "..Name's Alec, and you are?" He asked softly, his voice never going above a whisper. He was a jack of all trades, so to speak. He wouldn't try anything, although he was tempted to do so. He really wanted to do so.
Luckily, he had been raised properly. The only problem was that more often times than not, he chose to rebel against his upbringing. Usually, not always, he got in over his head, but he never learned. His leg ached, but he had grown used to that. He had the issue since his teenager years, and he welcomed it like an old friend. Maybe he was insane. Insanity was always a possibility for this young fellow.
He was tired, but he needed to see Deuce at least once this week for personal reasons. Since he had taken the job as manager at the grocery store, his hands had been tied. Figuratively speaking, of course, although he wouldn't mind having his hands tied literally as well. He wouldn't mind if it was this unknown woman before him especially. He was busy with college as well so it wasn't like he never saw the bay stallion. "Ah..price doesn't matter." He murmured, craning his head to get a better view of her. despite the fact he was 5'10''.
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Post by MAIA SINCLAIR on May 26, 2011 20:23:28 GMT -8
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Fully engrossed in the gorgeous guy in front of her, she didn't even notice his unusual stance. He was standing as though he were in pain, though his face was showing more than interest in jewelry without a hint of pain. She rolled her eyes in her mind so that he wouldn't see - she could feel his red hot gaze giving her scores out of 10. They dug into her skin like lasers. He wasn't tall, in fact he was a touch under average. She guessed somewhere around 5'9 or 5'10, but she was a terrible guesser. He was taller than her regardless as she stood at a lithe 5'5.
"Do..you have anything with an..err..aquamarine..setting? Preferably something my mother won't chuck at my head when she opens it after her cake has been devoured.."
Maia smiled softly. So he had at least a touch of humor going for him. Nodding, she gestured at him to follow her over to one of their counters. They didn't have a lot of aquamarine gems as they were quite popular and got scooped up fast. These particular items were new to the store however and had just been set out the day prior. She waved her hand over the case. "Here is all we have for aquamarine. Are you looking for a ring, earrings, brooch?" Her smile broadened. She was a good salesperson, and she reckoned if she had more guys like this, she'd make more sales. It became her goal to sell him one of the more expensive items in return for taking her out, or something. She wasn't feeling into going "home" but that normally changed swiftly when she was alone with a guy.
"..Name's Alec, and you are?"
Maia's smile faltered and she twitched almost unnoticeably, clasping his hand delicately. How could she have forgotten to introduce herself? So silly. "I'm Maia. Maia Sinclair. Pleasure to meet you, Alec." The smile returned to her face, far more genuine this time.
"Ah..price doesn't matter."
She bobbed her head at him while he spoke, and then she felt it was basically a done deal. She would get him to buy the most expensive aquamarine thing they had, which just so happened to be a necklace priced at $1,250. Her long legs carried her behind the counter and she pulled the necklace out, offering it to him daintily. "This ones a real beauty. Sure to please any and all girlfriends." She pressed gently. She knew he was buying for his mother, but she was checking to see if he had a girlfriend. If he did, he sure was giving her a thorough once over without any regard to them. "Of course if you're not looking for a necklace, we also have this bracelet, I love this one. Totally gorgeous," she beamed. She felt as though her smile were infectious. "Annnnd, can't forget this totally gorgeous aquamarine ring."
She, for whatever reason, wanted him to be single. There was something about the look in his eye and the discomfort with which he was holding himself up. But there was life there, too, and a passion for something... She just didn't know what.
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Post by Alec Clary on Jun 1, 2011 13:00:55 GMT -8
Hesitating, he looked toward the ceiling. "No girlfriend, unless you count a wacko of a mother. If you do count her, I might have to smack you around a bit.." He trailed off with a demure purr, glancing toward her from the corner of his eye. He found it rather amusing, but he kept this tidbit to himself for the time being. Looking toward the items she was showing him, he tilted his head and stuffed his hands in his pockets. It took him a moment or so to speak.
"If I were to get all three of them.." He mused aloud to himself, trailing off when it came to his intentions. He didn't know why he was about to do it but then again, he also wasn't the sturdiest of people when it came to his emotional stability. Perhaps it was simply because he had been so screwed up in the past. Oh well..you win some, and you lose some. "I'll take them all, assuming you allow me to pay with a visa." He kept his gaze locked on hers, although he made no remark.
He could have remained this way all day if he had chosen. Why had he hesitated? Hell if he knew. He just went along with the ride. Lifting his hand, he began to rub his shoulder. "Well..what d'ya say?" He queried innocently.
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Inspiration Kenny Chesney - No Shoes, No Shirt, No Problems
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Post by MAIA SINCLAIR on Jun 4, 2011 9:34:57 GMT -8
Maia [/font] Maia stood in her good-girl jewel salesperson pose, her hands folded behind her back and a corny smile plastered upon her face. She felt strained and anal in her bleached shirt and fitted skirt. Alec contemplated for a very brief period of time before making her gut flutter by saying, "No girlfriend, unless you count a wacko of a mother. If you do count her, I might have to smack you around a bit.." She started to laugh but caught herself. Maia didn't want to seem like this pleased her or anything, though it was probably obvious as her smile felt more real now. Alive. He had a sense of humour too... She liked it. "Funny fellow, no worris - I won't count your mother.""If I were to get all three of them..." Maia's eyes widened a tad, her smile lessening. All three? He must really love his mother. "I'll take them all, assuming you allow me to pay with a visa." She was blown away. Positively flabbergasted. That was a hefty sum for the guy with the bum leg who had loped ungracefully into her store to buy his mother a present. Maia's eyes were wide as saucers as she remembered her manners. Her jaw surely was touching the floor. "Uh... Right, yes, Visa is accepted and uh, wow. Haha..." She sounded unbelievably nervous, which she wasn't. Was she? She cleared her throat and moved behind the counter toward the cash register. "I'll ring up your total and bag them up for you, do you prefer silk lined in red or blue, and would you like your purchases gift-wrapped, sir, or in a bag?" Her professionalism had returned although the shock was still evident in her posture as she jerkily punched the numbers into the cash register.
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Post by Alec Clary on Jun 15, 2011 6:04:09 GMT -8
Quirking his brow slightly, he chuckled. "Don't let appearances fool you.." He mused with a grin before reaching into his back pocket as he pulled out his wallet and leafed through his multitude of cards until he found the one he was looking for. Sliding that along the counter with his id card, he copied the goofy grin seen in the photo. "Depends..what color do you like? Just wrap up the ring in a box with a pretty, blue bow." He purred, lifting a brow.
His mind wandered toward his mother and the fact she wasn't getting any younger. Without meaning to, he dropped his wallet and out spilled the multitude of cards. Cursing beneath his breath, he knelt down to pick them up. He was careful with the way he placed them. His student ID from the college went first, then the card for the bookstore, then the his manager ID from the store, a mismatched gift card or two, his library card, his gamestop card, and finally the laminated photo of him and his mother grinning like idiots in front of the pool in the backyard. "So..to ask a similar question..do you have anybody, Miss Sinclair?" He queried softly, extending his hand to lightly pat hers.
"In case you were concerned...I don't bite.." He teased, a twinkle in his eyes. What was it about this girl that was so alluring to him? Normally, he would have payed for it and left, instead of lingering to flirt with the cashier. Ah, well..one lived and learned. Perhaps, he was insane. Yes, that had to be it.
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