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| Topic Started: Thursday, 10. September 2015, 23:53 (284 Views) | |
| Julia Voss | Thursday, 10. September 2015, 23:53 Post #1 |
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As the Contest came and went with downtown Julie, Sporty Spice and other guests it was time for Julia to get back to her studies, as she tried to study she still could not get out of her head all that had happen with seeing things happen, and loosing the headmaster, and still someone in jail for killing the Head Master of the school. The "Weird" messages that she was told to send, nothing ever happened, so Julia was on pins and needles for a while and now has let her guard down. It was now time for her to enjoy the nightlife again, and so it was time to go to the mall and explore her fine tastes and go shopping and then maybe go check out the night club there was a card that was left in her mail box for some sort of fetish and steam punk ball. This did perk Julia's interest you never know who may show up and be looking for raw talent. It was time to look her best and it was time for her to use her attitude to get where she wanted to go! |
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| Robyne | Friday, 18. September 2015, 18:26 Post #2 |
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Robyne consulted her shopping list. She needed or it was "highly suggested" by her class instructor that she purchase specifically what was on the list-- at specifically these locations. If she wanted the best prices on dancewear and the best selection, apparently the Danskin store at the Brent Cross Shopping Center was the place to be. If she wanted the best incense, candles, scented soaps, and body lotion and shapewear and intimate apparel, this was the place to be for someone with her budget-- apparently. She had her doubts but then again, the instructor was rather persuasive and persistent and she clearly seemed to know what she was talking about-- she was the instructor after all. Tights, leotards, unitards, incense, candles, body lotion, massage oil, scented soaps, all of it... was going to cost her a small fortune, but as the instructor so keenly made her aware... "Robyne has to decide if Robyne is worth it." Why shouldn't she feel pampered, sexy, feminine, and pretty and beautiful and all that? She can't expect to feel like a whole person if she didn't even like herself inside and out. She can't possibly focus on being one with herself if she felt creeped out in her own skin. As Robyne hopped off the bus with about 60 Pounds in her purse to spend, the mall seemed vaguely familiar... vaguely because she seldom ventured far from Cheam or her personal little cave of coziness. Didn't she try and shop for mandolin strings here once before? Hmm... there was a music store here, wasn't there? Checking the mall directory, Robyne plots out her itinerary. She had to make the most of this trip and make the most of the money she had and try and make this a decent trip worth all this effort. |
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| Robyne | Wednesday, 2. December 2015, 17:07 Post #3 |
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With about half of the items on her list purchased and stuffed in big shopping bags, Robyne was now considering the time. How late was it and would she have enough time to catch the trains and busses back home? She had her new Capezio leotards and unitard, some tights, some scented massage oils, some new candles, and some hair care stuff... that was about as much as she had the patience to buy for now... she had just about enough cash on hand left to cover her expenses for just getting home. Whatever was left on the list would just have to wait. While making her way towards the mall exit something made her brain twitch. A memory of something. A memory of a conversation... or a snippet of conversation... a snippet of a conversation she had with someone like months ago... who was it? Didn't matter. The snippet was important. 'Blah blah blah... Anarch turf... blah blah blah... North London.' Well she was well off from her usual territory and well off her typical beaten paths. Her mind had been wrapped around the obvious knowledge of where Camarilla turf was... and obviously where Sabbat were rumored to be holding their satanic blood feasts and stuff... but now... what was that about Anarch turf? Hmm.... Robyne looks around now and trots out of the mall and looks around. Was she smack dab in the epicenter of Anarch turf? How deep was the shit she was in? So busy trying to appease a class instructor, she forgot to think about where the teacher had plotted her shopping spree. "Crap..." |
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