RHIANNON CHOU
Civilian
FASHION DESIGN MAJOR
two things a girl should be.
Posts: 113
MINI INFO - GENDER: Female
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: 05/28/1992
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: Fashion Design Major
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Post by RHIANNON CHOU on Mar 23, 2013 4:12:18 GMT -8
tagged: vivian connors. time: april 7, 2012 - 2:02PM. speech: rhiannon. notes: rp swap thread. pm me if needed. Well... she supposed it could be worse. Actually, no, this was about as bad as anything was going to get for a long, long time to come. Rhiannon grimaced at the window display of the shop, biting the inside of her lower lip as she stared down the monstrosity that dared to call itself an in-season trend this spring. Sport couture, the fashion magazines were calling it. No, seriously. Sport couture. She wanted to wrinkle her nose at the thought, but resisted the urge -- her earlier cringe had been anything but classy. Coco Chanel would have greatly disapproved, Rhiannon noted. But honestly, what else was she supposed to think? Whose positively brilliant (not) idea had it been to turn tracksuits of all things into high fashion in the first place...?
Rhiannon had been hoping that spring would usher in a renewal for fashion just as much as it did nature and the like, but apparently, things weren't improving much from the disastrous atrocities from the collections of Winter 2011/2012. One Gucci ensemble had been particularly offensive and looked like the accidental lovechild of her great grandmother's afghans and a ratty curtain that had seen one too many cats in its lifetime. The fashion world needed a savior, that was for sure. There had been a few gems in both collections though, such as last season's revival of frills and pleats from Valentino and Christian Dior, and this season's highlights of pastel colors from Calvin Klein and Marc Jacobs -- though the latter could do with ditching the bag-lady-meets-hobo look. Sport couture, however, definitely wasn't a selling point.
Because seriously, who wanted to look like they had just come back from the gym when there were clearly so many better options of dress that were infinitely more flattering? What was this, the fashion version of the contemporary art movement? (At least the latter was excusable for the sake of political statements, but fashion, oh, fashion was supposed to be anything but politcal -- regardless of what a certain professor kept trying to say.) Rhiannon was still caught up in what was halfway between a glaring match and staring contest with the mannequins in the window when she muttered to herself, "You're just dying to be painfully wrong, aren't you?"
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Post by VIVIAN CONNERS on Mar 24, 2013 14:44:54 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #808080,btable] Strutting around town in her spiked heels and dazzling new outfit, Vivian walked as a model should - shoulders slightly forward, one foot in front of the other, and giving that "fierce" smile with her eyes as if she owned half of Santa Monica. Vivian's mauve designer blouse was accentuated with matching jewelry; black pants flowing just above her heel focused attention on her slightly exposed cleavage. Today she was gorgeous and she kenw it. Her most recent "leak" on that red-haired assassin lead her to the home of a transvestite who enjoyed top-notch women's fashion. In return for not killing him, she took all of the clothing she found tasteful and carried it with her, unconcerned about the emotionally unstable "male". He was too much a coward to call the police, and she knew where he lived and how to reach him if she ran into any future problems.
Today, though, was a fabulous day, and it was one of the few days where she had no intentions of seeking out her adversary. What snapped Vivian to attention was another beautiful young woman staring into a nearby store. Mannequinns in the window depicted what she recently heard about - something called sports couture. Immediately Vivian's nose crinkled in distaste. "What the hell will they think of next...This is absolutely hideous." She couldn't think of anything else to say - all words had been ripped away, leaving nothing but shock and disgust. Resting one hand on her hip, she reached forward and ran her fingers along the glass, her matching nails glistening in the sunlight. They looked like...just no. There was no excuse for someone to wear anything as horrendous at this!
Being the judgemental bitch that she was, Vivian turned her nose up at the display and looked at the young woman. "So repulsive. I presume you aren't...considering wearing this...monstrosity, no?" The malicious humor in her voice presently made it clear of her disproval in that display. For the love of all she hoped that this woman wasn't considering buy such a thing. SETTING!: 7th of April, 2:02pm. TAGS!: Rhiannon NOTES!: DIVAPOWER ACTIVATE WORDS!: 352 |
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RHIANNON CHOU
Civilian
FASHION DESIGN MAJOR
two things a girl should be.
Posts: 113
MINI INFO - GENDER: Female
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: 05/28/1992
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: Fashion Design Major
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Post by RHIANNON CHOU on Mar 24, 2013 22:41:40 GMT -8
tagged: vivian connors. time: april 7, 2012 - 2:02PM. speech: rhiannon. notes: rp swap thread. pm me if needed. Rhiannon had perhaps been focusing a little too much of her attention on having an internal dialogue with herself critiquing (read: completely and utterly tearing apart) the display of so-called "haute" couture, because admittedly, she had been caught off-guard when someone spoke nearby -- next to her, in fact. The moment she saw a hand touch the glass out of the corner of her eye, the pastel pink-haired girl turned her head to the side slightly so as to see just who could possibly have such an impeccably manicured hand. (She would have to ask which nail salon later.)
Clearly someone who knew how to dress, Rhiannon observed -- if the other woman's clothes weren't already sure enough indicators of someone who finally knew what fashion should be, her comment about the outfits on the mannequins would have been the thing that cinched the deal. Actually, surprisingly enough (and to her chagrin), Rhiannon felt a bit under-dressed herself now -- it wasn't that her own clothes weren't nice, but they definitely were not as... elegant as this woman's. Her own aesthetic fell more on the side of... cute, really. There was no other way to put it. She liked her pastels and lace, flowers and bows, pearls and all manner of soft, frilly, dollish things. Maybe she could do with a bit of elegance in her own attire, but not quite yet. She was still a girl young enough for doll-like delights. Things like little black dresses and diamonds and scarlet-soled pumps, while indeed all very lovely things, didn't suit her well yet. No, she would need at least another six years.
Though that was no excuse to for the other woman, no matter how pretty she was to look at, to think that she would wear such a thing. Oh, no, she did not just go there. Rhiannon's inner fashion student was practically writhing in pain and crying tears of blood at the thought! "Most definitely not!" she replied with a bit of a huff and a little dismissive wave of her hand. "Though I am considering marching straight inside to give the manager a piece of my mind of even thinking of putting this in the display case. Honestly, even the tackiest neon might have been marginally less offensive!" Not by much though -- she still would have considered a verbal bashing.
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Post by VIVIAN CONNERS on Mar 26, 2013 11:53:13 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #808080,btable] Sparkling violet eyes danced around the area, taking in once more her immediate surroundings. She listened intently to the young lady beside her, becoming quite irritated at the idea of wearing...that. While she was no expert in design or fashion, Vivian was well knowledgable in the present trends and the latest dos (and don'ts). This young lady, however, seemed more troubled by the display than herself. It was no surprise; she looked young, likely still in her teenage years. Vivian could recall those days about herself, too. She was not so different than this young woman, but now...she had gone through too much to worry solely on trivial matters such as ugly couture.
"Relax, it won't do any good. I know the owner here, and he's got a stick up his ass like no other. The name's Vivian, by the way." Reaching forward, she gently made a gesture to greet the young lady with her left hand. An awkward smile spread evenly across her crinkled cheeks, giving her that characteristic innocent look she was accustomed to wearing. Deep down she was a ruthless, psychotic murderer that just wanted revenge. But today was not the day to act like that. Today was a day to be ladylike and enjoy the pleasures in life, which most definitely did not include sports couture.
"It's a lovely day out. Why don't we go for a walk? I'm terribly bored and in need of some girl talk anyway." The sweetness oozed from her lips, attempting to soak everything within the vicinity with her precious words. A slight breeze picked up and ruffled her hair, causing her to use her only free hand to quickly adjust what she could. To be perfectly honest, she didn't care what happened to her hair - she left the house that morning, aboslutely stunning, but from then on it was always too stressful to keep up with it all. Some frizziness began to set in, to her dismay, but it wouldn't be the end of the world. SETTING!: 7th of April, 2:02pm. TAGS!: Rhiannon NOTES!: DIVAPOWER ACTIVATE WORDS!: 345 |
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RHIANNON CHOU
Civilian
FASHION DESIGN MAJOR
two things a girl should be.
Posts: 113
MINI INFO - GENDER: Female
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: 05/28/1992
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: Fashion Design Major
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Post by RHIANNON CHOU on Mar 26, 2013 19:54:49 GMT -8
tagged: vivian connors. time: april 7, 2012 - 2:02PM. speech: rhiannon. notes: rp swap thread. pm me if needed. She was indeed very, very troubled by the display in the case, because it meant that something similar would probably pop up at the school fashion show in a week or two. What would people think of Otis students then? Too avant garde and daring, forgetful of even the most basic principles of fashion, of style. Rhiannon certainly hoped that things were better at Parsons, because she wasn't sure how she would feel if even the best of fashion schools were into this kind of tasteless shenanigans. The sort of thing that the owner of the store was into, according to the lady who was speaking to her right now. Some people just wanted to watch the world burn, sadly.
"Well then, I hope he sees a severe decline in sales this season," Rhiannon replied, and then quickly added in a much more pleasant tone when the other woman introduced herself, "The pleasure's mine, Vivian. My name is Rhiannon, but it's alright to call me Rhi if that's a mouthful." She shook the hand that Vivian had extended, keeping in mind to make sure her handshake was just firm enough and to be sure to return the smile with one of her own. Manners and the art of being polite, after all, were a classy thing -- immediate cattiness towards another upon the first meeting was something stayed within the confines of the walls and halls of Otis' fashion department. She wouldn't be surprised if a catfight did break out someday...
Rhiannon was honestly surprised when Vivian asked her to take a walk with her. Perhaps it was because she was so used to the dog-eat-dog (read: diva-eat-diva) environment at school, but usually, being asked to hang out came with a certain set of risks, like people trying to purposely find out her ideas and then using them for themselves -- something she had learned the hard way her first semester. But it wasn't like Vivian could possibly have any need to do such a thing, right? Not when she hadn't even met the other before -- ah, it couldn't hurt. And if it did, she could always come up with a new idea. "I would love to! The more the merrier, after all."
And then, when she noticed Vivian trying to adjust her hair, Rhiannon blurted out before she could stop herself, "If you're having trouble with frizziness, there is this natural oil condtioner out there that can help a bit, since frizzy hair means it's dry." Her tone was anything but derogatory though -- in this case, she had actually been eager to impart some knowledge, because unless they were purposely trying to tear each other apart (oh, fashion school politics, lovely little thing there, wasn't it?), girls had to stick together and give tips, right? How else would girls learn of beauty tricks?
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Post by VIVIAN CONNERS on Mar 28, 2013 8:03:45 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #808080,btable] Well that was easy. The young woman, Rhiannon was it? She seemed like such a darling. But she has one hell of a name...Parents these days.But names did not make one's personality, and to Vivian beauty and personality were very important in an individual. Rhiannon seemd to have both (on first glance, but it was still difficult to make an assumption like that), which gave Vivian a small bit of hope for the future. And she even offered advice on her frizzy hair! If she were to have friends like this, Vivian thought that she could get along in this life just fine.
"Thank you, dear. I will have to get some...Sometimes I have the worst luck. It's probably dry because I love dying it this beautiful purple. I know it stands out, but that's perfectly okay with me." Vivian honestly loved her hair. She could spend hours brushing, playing, and just looking at her hair because she loved it. When she primped herself in the mornings post-shower, she would always spend the longest on her hair. And now she was receiving advice on how to make it even that much more lovely. Indeed, Rhiannon was going to make a very good friend.
Without hesitation, Vivian blurted out something she had been meaning to ask since their initial meeting. "Your hair...oh, and your eyes too!" Giggling, she pointed to the pink contacts that she had in. "What kind of dye do you use? And where do you get your contacts? I've been going to this place off Jules Boulevard for ages to get my contacts. They know me and always treat me well! As for my hair dye, I shop around but haven't found one specific brand that I like over the other. Can you make any recommendations?"
The two were now heading into a small district with some more shopping centers - specifically high class clothing. Vivian knew exactly where she was going but planned to keep it a secret from Rhiannon. It was a small shop, almost like a diamond amongst the acres of coal. She loved to come shopping here but wondered if Rhiannon had ever found this place. Once she did, Vivian knew that the diva would absolutely adore it.
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RHIANNON CHOU
Civilian
FASHION DESIGN MAJOR
two things a girl should be.
Posts: 113
MINI INFO - GENDER: Female
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: 05/28/1992
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: Fashion Design Major
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Post by RHIANNON CHOU on Mar 29, 2013 15:57:08 GMT -8
tagged: vivian connors. time: april 7, 2012 - 2:02PM. speech: rhiannon. notes: rp swap thread. pm me if needed. "Ah, hair dye will do that, unfortunately -- oh, and the conditioner I was talking about is this brand called Wen" Rhiannon replied, running the ends of lock of hair between her fingers, as if she were checking her own tresses for dryness. "The owner of the brand claims that it means you won't need shampoo anymore, but... I treat it more as a deep conditioning type thing every now and again." That, and she had to use a dye-conditioner mix to keep the color in. Rhiannon had to smile at the mention of standing out though -- that too had been one of her biggest reasons for starting to dye her own hair, though she had opted to pick pastel pink specifically because it was her favorite color. " I think it's an excellent thing to make a good stand-out fashion statement -- and purple really suits you well, I think! It does wonderful job at complimenting both your skin tone and the way you carry yourself."
Rhiannon had to admit that she beamed rather happily when Vivian pointed out her hair and eyes. She did love compliments and being noticed, after all -- it was practically like air for her. (Though after fashion, of course!) "Why, thank you very much!" she chimed, definitely sounding very cheery right now. "It's two dyes mixed together, actually! The stylist at the salon I go to says that he uses dyes from Special Effects, and actually there's actually a bit of orange in the pink to so that it's a bit peachier." Maintaining boldly-colored hair was definitely required commitment, so Rhiannon was more than happy to offer some advice on that -- who better to ask than someone who knew from experience, after all? "It lasts longer than other pink hair dyes I've tried, so I do think it would be the same case for their purple dyes. Unfortunately, they are only semi-permanent though, like all unnatural hair colors."
On the subject of contacts, however, Rhiannon would never admit to the fact that her father didn't know that she wore them -- her mother was all for it, but her father would fly off the handle about how she didn't go through an optometrist for them. But what could she do, optometrists would never let anyone wear circle lenses in the first place! She had done all her research and was careful to only buy from the one retailer that she knew for sure was safe and credible -- that was the best she could do. Needless to say, Rhiannon ordered them online with her mother's PayPal account -- with permission, of course! "I've actually never been to the shop on Jules Boulevard, to be honest, but I'll check it out sometime! I order all of my contacts online from this website called PinkyParadise, they have this brand called Vassen that makes their contacts very vividly colored, so I always end up purchasing those."
The pink-haired girl followed Vivian, walking next to the other woman as if they were good friends and not just two ladies who had met not even ten minutes ago. Actually, she could do with becoming friends with Vivian, seeing as how Rhiannon didn't exactly... trust most of the people at Otis. The backstabbing cattiness and intense competition that pervaded the culture there in the fashion department had left a very, very bad taste in her mouth in concerns to if she actually wanted to befriend any of them for real. Of course, there were her friends back from San Marino, but most of them had gone off to attend out-of-state or even out-of-country colleges or universities. And Vivian was also knowledgeable about things like fashion and hair and -- oh, right, of course! Rhiannon quickly piped up as soon as she remembered, "Actually, I've been meaning to ask what nail polish do you use or where you get your nails done? Because that manicure you're sporting looks lovely."
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Post by VIVIAN CONNERS on Mar 31, 2013 13:58:21 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #808080,btable] Rhiannon was such a lovely dear. For some reason, Vivian found it quite easy to open up and just chat with her as if the two had been close for life. It wasn't in the romantic way she felt about her late fiance; instead, it felt more like a sister that she could trust. She wasn't one to just let loose all of her secrets, no no no! But perhaps one day Vivian would let Rhiannon in on some of her darker secrets...That would take a long, long while. Vivian did not trust anyone at this point. Sometimes she even felt she couldn't trust herself.
But the conversation wasn't going in a dark direction. In fact, the lighthearted chatter between the two women was fantastic. "Wen... I'll have to look into that. But I would like to ask - is my bank teller's salary going to cover a product like that?" Vivian's feminine giggled rang from her lips, throwing in a little humor to the already enjoyable conversation. "Just teasing, you know. I chose purple because of...well, I would say royalty if I wanted to lie, but that just sort of happened." The idea of being royalty was novel to her, but she couldn't speak ill of it. Servants waiting hand and foot on you...In the recesses of her twisted brain, she could find enjoyment in that sort of treatment. "But I really just like the color." Mimicking Rhiannon's movements, Vivian took a strand of her own hair and began twisting it through her fingers, enjoying the softness against her skin.
On the news she had heard something about certain hair dyes being very dangerous to one's health, but Vivian simply chalked it up to a conspiracy theory. Nowadays everything was bad for you unless it was home grown or made with all natural products. Oh and as long as it wasn't made in a container or bottle. With no dyes. Or anything, really. The name Special Effects, however, was familiar only from a friend of hers that worked in a salon. "My friend Juanita believes religiously in Special Effects. I have yet to try that...but soon, my dear. And I love the peach tint to your hair!" Vivian reached out and brushed her hand slightly against the woman's hair, feeling the smooth, silky folicles slide effortlessly between her index and middle fingers. Whatever she was doing was working, no doubt.
Rhiannon seemed a bit hesitant about the contacts idea, but that was perfectly fine. If everyone agreed with Vivian, the world would have been a much better place all hell would have broken loose and caused the planet to implode long before now. A curt smile appeared on the young lady's face, showing that she wasn't going to let something so minute bother her. But when the subject of her nails was brought up, immediately Vivian perked up. Compliments...they meant more to her than anyone realized. Rhiannon was, of course, only feeding her slowly escalating ego, but that would be perfectly alright with Vivian. "Why thank you! I've actually begun doing these myself. You see, there's this kit online that I've ordered. It was about ninety dollars total, but the supplies that come with it should let you do your nails for almost six months. It comes with a polisher as well as some of the more basic supplies, like a vitamin polish that you paint on your nails to help strengthen them." She brought her right hand up to the light, letting the sun reflect off their silky, elegant surface. "They also grow out very nicely, too."
From there, she spotted a few of her favorite stores to go in and browse. Most of the time she didn't actually buy their clothing, but on occasion she would spot the money for something that screamed her name. From the moment the two started walking, Vivian had no particular place in mind, but now that she spotted these two places, she was definitely going to urge her friend to go window shopping with her. "Tell you what - if you're not in a hurry, let's have some girl time! I'm all about window shopping and I know that there's a Banana Republic up ahead. I've also seen an Armani Exchange close by too. I'll let you choose since I know both of those stores quite well." In reality Rhiannon likely knew them too, but the violet-haired mistress had no preference for where they went. In fact, they could go anywhere right now so long as they could have some girl time. Vivian was definitely in need of that.
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RHIANNON CHOU
Civilian
FASHION DESIGN MAJOR
two things a girl should be.
Posts: 113
MINI INFO - GENDER: Female
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: 05/28/1992
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: Fashion Design Major
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Post by RHIANNON CHOU on Mar 31, 2013 17:43:44 GMT -8
tagged: vivian connors. time: april 7, 2012 - 2:02PM. speech: rhiannon. notes: rp swap thread. pm me if needed. "Depending on what you get, if can be anywhere between twenty to fifty dollars," Rhiannon replied, tapping her cheek as she tilted her head. She had to give something of a soft sort of laugh when Vivian said that she was teasing -- all in good nature here, Rhiannon was sure. "So not that bad, I think? I mean, you'll run out pretty fast if you use it every day, but if it's like... every week or two, it'll last you a while, definitely enough that if you save ten dollars a week, you'll be able to afford a new bottle before you're even half-done with the first one." She paused to listen to the other woman's reasoning for having purple hair, and then replied, "Well, purple in itself is a rather lovely color. It definitely gets noticed, no matter where you are."
The truth was, Rhiannon tended to keep things as lighthearted as possible. It wasn't so much that she wasn't a serious person -- she could be when she wanted to! -- as it was that she simply... well, preferred it, really. If every day could be lived with a pair of metaphorical rose-tinted glasses on, then all the better. She smiled, and said, "I promise that it will be worth your while! Although if they ever come out with a permanent dye, that would be lovely too." Rhiannon's smile definitely became more of the beaming sort when Vivian told her about the nail kit that she used, because it certainly did sound like it would beat going to the manicurist every few weeks -- though she definitely would still go get her nails professionally done before any big events -- if only so that she could have fancy nails for a week or so afterwards. "Ooh, that sounds like something I should look into soon then, actually!"
Rhiannon shook her head at the mention of being busy, and said, "Oh, no, I'm not busy at all today, so girl time sounds like it'd be wonderful, really." Well, technically, she could have been back in her dorm working on one of the pieces she would be turning in sometime next week, but it wasn't that far from finished. She'd just stay up late tomorrow or the day after to get it done or something. Besides, both Armani Exchange and Banana Republic sounded great to her at the moment, although she was leaning a little towards the latter more. "Banana Republic first, I think. Although I would love to drop by Armani Exchange later too, I kind of want to see if they have any references for designs for a men's line... oh! If we have time, there are some other stores I think we'd both like." Santa Monica had something for everyone, truly.
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Post by VIVIAN CONNERS on Apr 1, 2013 17:02:10 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #808080,btable] Twenty to fifty dollars was not bad at all. In fact, even with her meager bank teller's salary, she could easily afford that (and if not she could just rob a bank or something). "Oh, well that sounds fantastic! I'll definitely give it a try. Thank you darling." The rise and fall of her voice was genuine enough, but those listening in might interpret that as faux laughter. Sure she had that plastic look about her, but Vivian was not one to accept such negative definitions for her image; she was simply concerned for her appearance. At least that was her story and she was sticking to it!
The two continued their conversation as they made it to the turn where they would find Banana Republic. The store wasn't all that big considering the area, but every shelf was lined with luxurious clothing made with the finest materials around. As the two continued with their girl chatter, Vivian took in the scent of new fabrics, relishing in the mixture of fragrances that shouted "for people with money only". Just to the left she noticed a gorgeous purple blouse that matched her hair color to a T. With a quick squeal she bolted over to it, hoping her new friend had stuck close by her. Well, either way it didn't matter too much because right now she was in shopping mode. Holding the blouse up to her chest, she estimated the fit and how well she could pull it off. She would find her partner in crime and test it out, just to make sure it looked nothing less than fantastic.
Many racks of clothes later, Vivian decided that she wanted to try on the gorgeous violet blouse. With or without Rhiannon, she made her way through a small pack of women and found the fitting rooms. She would try this on to make sure it looked stunning, and of course she would have to run over and show Rhiannon her latest find. That wouldn't take long. In fact, she would probably have been right there beside Vivian, eager to find out how it looked on her. And of course Vivian would be right there with Rhiannon nearly every step of the way should she try something else on.
Regardless of the outcome, Vivian was likely going to buy this item. She would wait for Rhiannon to finish up and trail just behind her, oohing and aahing at all of the gorgeous merchandise. In a place like this, she was in paradise.
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RHIANNON CHOU
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Post by RHIANNON CHOU on Apr 2, 2013 21:35:01 GMT -8
tagged: vivian connors. time: april 7, 2012 - 2:02PM. speech: rhiannon. notes: rp swap thread. pm me if needed. "Oh, no, not a problem at all!" Rhiannon replied with a rather sweet smile. "I'm always happy to help someone out with things such as this." Well, usually, anyways. She, like so many others at her school, was not so keen on giving away trade secrets to her classmates. Oh, no, they didn't need to know the secret of how she managed to keep her hair so healthy and soft despite how much she bleached and dyed it, or how she managed to stay so pale underneath the blazing Californian sun. No, let them keep their fried hair and (sometimes) unfortunate awkward tans -- and less-than-perfect manicures if the kit Vivian recommended worked out for her too as well.
Luckily, there was no time to dwell on those not-so-nice thoughts, because before she knew it, Rhiannon found herself swept up in Vivian's stride, chattering away with the purple-haired woman as if they had been friends for years instead of acquaintances who had not even known each other for the better part of an hour yet. Inside the Banana Republic, Rhiannon was pleased to find that at the very least, this store was still conscious of what good fashion was, is, and always would be. It was nice, actually, Rhiannon noted as she continued to converse with Vivian while she browsed her way through racks of clothing, to shop with someone who was not part of the world of aspiring would-be fashion elites. That being said, Rhiannon was pretty sure that Vivian could teach a thing or two to some of the girls who were in the fashion department at school. After all, the blouse she chose looked stunning. Rhiannon was more than ready to express her approval to Vivian's taste in clothing.
As for what she had found herself during her own adventures through the store, Rhiannon had found a skirt that she rather liked on the rack that was labeled as being on sale. It was a rather cute one too, in a straight cut with black-and-white horizontal stripes. It would be a bit long on her, she could already tell, but adjusting the hem was something she could easily do. Maybe she would spruce it up with a double row of gold buttons down the front. Actually, yes, she would do just that! Some of the girls (and boys) in her class might have scoffed at her for it, but really, she saw no reason to not buy something nice and pretty and downright wonderful just because the price had been slashed down. If anything, that was all the more reason to buy it! And why not, when the fit was perfect, as she learned soon enough.
"Alright, I think I am pretty much done over here," Rhiannon said to Vivian upon exiting the dressing room. Well, as done as one could be without paying first -- but that was a given. "By the way, the blouse looked really good on you! Definitely your color, I think." It was as if purple was to Vivian as pastel pink was to herself, actually.
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Post by VIVIAN CONNERS on Apr 3, 2013 15:18:50 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #808080,btable] The article of clothing that Rhiannon had picked up looked rather cute, but it lacked...something. Vivian wasn't an expert in the ways of modern fashion, but she did pride herself in keeping up with the latest (and best) trends. The skirt had so much potential, and just from the small-talk that the two women had, Vivian knew that this skirt would be dolled up and look even more spectacular soon. Rhiannon had a particular look about her...It was a looked that screamed "fiery passion". To be honest, if Vivian weren't a completely sane, psychotic woman, she would have to be afriad to get on Rhiannon's bad side. Thankfully, though, being the ballsy woman that she was, nothing worried her a bit. "Thanks, dear. Your skirt...I assume you have an idea in mind, yes? I saw you eyeing it with that look in your eyes."
As they stood in line, Vivian noticed a young man checking them out. Well it appeared that he was checking both of them out, but in reality he was staring at Rhiannon. Her face, previously a healthy glow, was now burning a very light pink. It didn't help that this man was a ginger - no, not the same redhead that had murdered her fiance. The hair wasn't nearly as red as it was supposed to be. But something about that man set Vivian on fire inside. She turned to face ahead of herself, hoping not to be notice by the young diva standing next to her.
Silently, Vivian paid for her merchandise and quickly bolted for the door. When the fresh gust of air found its way to her nostrils, she felt waves of tranquility set upon her once more. Rhiannon was likely behind her wondering what in the world made her jet out of the store so quickly, but she straightened out her outfit and spoke up again to erase any concern. "Well, that was lovely! I don't think I have all that much left in my account for more shopping. What say we stop by Armani for some ideas for your men's line and then...well, I'm not sure. You mentioned that there might be a few places we could go?"
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RHIANNON CHOU
Civilian
FASHION DESIGN MAJOR
two things a girl should be.
Posts: 113
MINI INFO - GENDER: Female
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: 05/28/1992
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: Fashion Design Major
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Post by RHIANNON CHOU on Apr 4, 2013 20:02:29 GMT -8
tagged: vivian connors. time: april 7, 2012 - 2:02PM. speech: rhiannon. notes: rp swap thread. pm me if needed. There was a look in her eye when she had ideas? That was new to Rhiannon, actually, and she filed away that little note to herself. After all, couldn't let all of the vultures at school knowing whenever she thought of something up! However, she was pretty alright with Vivian knowing -- for now, at least, but she hoped that she would never need to think otherwise. "I have a couple of ideas, yes," Rhiannon replied with a nod, already thinking of ways that she could pair the skirt once she was finished fixing it up to her taste. "I'm bringing the hem up higher -- probably around mid-thigh -- and adding two rows of gold buttons down the front. I'm going for something that is nautical-inspired, though not quite -- that would require the black to be navy blue." Still, this skirt worked better in black-and-white, she thought.
At some point while they were waiting in line, the pink-haired girl noticed that Vivian had been paying attention to someone, and turned herself to see who or what the other womanw as looking at. Now, Rhiannon was one who was neither used to nor unused to attention from the opposite sex. Which was to say, why she neither flustered nor disdainful of having a boy look at her. Who knew, he could just be staring because he wasn't used to seeing people with hair in unnatural colors. But she had spared him a very brief glance, if only to make it known that she had caught him looking. She hadn't noticed the slight tint that Vivian's face had taken though, and if she had noticed the rosy color, she might have simply thought it was blush or some other makeup. It was only when Vivian ran that her concern sparked.
Not that she really had the opportunity to voice it though, because just as Rhiannon had opened her mouth to speak (after she had paid for her own purchase and left the store, of course!), Vivian had jumped in with some commentary of her own and... well, there really wasn't any way to steer the conversation back to a point where she could ask if the other woman was okay. Oh... well, okay then. "That would probably be a good idea, I really shouldn't be spending much more money myself. I still have to buy some materials for my final projects, so it's probably for the best." She nodded in agreement to the notion about going to the Armani Exchange next, and then answered, "Well, I was going to say that we could to to the Max Studio store and the M.A.C. store, but if we're both feeling like our wallets took a hit... then maybe a manicure or pedicure or both?" She herself could use one, she realized.
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Post by VIVIAN CONNERS on Apr 4, 2013 20:29:26 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #808080,btable] At the sound of a manicure and pedicure, Vivian's face glowed. She could use a nice, relaxing day at a wonderful spa to be treated like the royalty that she ought to be. In no time she arced her back once again with the elegant posture and made way to Armani Exchange. Along the way, she initiated the conversation to let the young woman know she wasn't ignoring her. "That sounds lovely. I could honestly do with both right now - I haven't the time to care for my feet as I should these past few days. Besides us girls need to spoil ourselves every now and again, right?" The gleam in her eyes made an attempt to inform Rhiannon that she was feeling much better than before; the momentary spazzing vanished as if it had never happened. Such a strange one, she was...
"Ah, here we are!" Vivian loved the sight of this place because it was just as gorgeous as Banana Republic. Elegant pieces lay neatly folded as well as on the racks just waiting for a feminine touch to snatch it away. Since she was with a friend today, she would have no problem with paying for her purchases; however, she would have to make do with what little money she had until payday. There were no qualms with her and shoplifting; in fact, she had been lucky enough to never get caught so far. But today, in the presence of another possible acquaintance, Vivian would behave and keep her sticky fingers to herself.
For a solid fifteen minutes, she browsed around the shelves and racks, looking for something to just stand out. So far there was nothing that called her - nothing but a divine, solid black bandage dress for only $130. It was tempting...so tempting..."Viv, you know you can't afford that...so what are you waiting for?"
"I can't do that. No, not now. Not with her"
"Fine, fine. I can just come back."
For a moment, she realized that she was doing it again - talking to herself out loud. Thankfully, she had moved further away from Rhiannon and the young girl was less likely to hear her incessant chattering. For now, she put the dress back with a giant pout on her face. It was amazingly beautiful and stunning and anything else that could describe the absolute perfect dress. She would definitely be back...
It took only a moment to find her friend, the pink hair standing out a bit among the line of clothes. "Did you find anything yet? I thought I might give you a little space to let your brain go to work." A genuine smile appeared on her lips, almost amused by the fact that she was trying to pick up on what the girl really did. "I mean I didn't want you to think I was trying to snoop or anything. I can imagine that coming up with designs would be difficult and especially competitive."
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Civilian
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two things a girl should be.
Posts: 113
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MINI INFO - D.O.B.: 05/28/1992
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Post by RHIANNON CHOU on Apr 7, 2013 20:22:58 GMT -8
tagged: vivian connors. time: april 7, 2012 - 2:02PM. speech: rhiannon. notes: rp swap thread. pm me if needed. "Well, it is the little moments one must live for, I think," Rhiannon replied, and the statement did stand true for her, as she did indeed enjoy little moments of leisure like this quite a bit. And if she could spend it being pampered, then that would be all the better! That was simply the way she hoped her life would someday become one that was only made up of pretty things. Nice, lovely, pretty things that she could spoil herself with -- now wouldn't that just be grand? Yes, she'd like that very much.
She noticed that Vivian seemed to have recovered from... whatever had happened earlier. Well, if she was fine, then Rhiannon saw no point to attempt to prod that metaphorical horse with a stick. That, and the pair had quickly arrived at the Armani Exchange. Had it always been that close to the Banana Republic? Probably. It was either that, or the walk had just seemed longer before due to her not having any company. Still, now that she was here, she might as well start taking a look at the menswear that the place had to offer. It wasn't that the Armani Exchange didn't have clothing for women (the selection was just simply sparser was all), but her entire purpose here was to take a look at the clothing meant for men to get some ideas for her own theoretical line, the one she would be putting together for a show at the end of next semester. Needless to say, she was quickly absorbed into the task.
So caught up in her attempt to get ideas for menswear (and she did end up with a few, actually), Rhiannon had failed to notice that Vivian was muttering to herself some ways off. Or rather, she might have caught a few very, very brief snatches of Vivian talking, but she automatically assumed that the woman was talking to someone else. Regardless, she didn't pay it much heed at all -- after all, it never crossed her mind that anything could possibly be wrong, and her main priority at the moment was to find some inspiration. Menswear had never been her forte in fashion, but requirements were requirements, sadly. She did eventually file away enough notes in her head about what she wanted to do though, and by the time Vivian had spoken to her again, Rhiannon had a pretty good idea of what she wanted to do. "Oh, yes, definitely competitive. It is a very... catty sort of world there."
A pause, and then Rhiannon added, "I definitely got what I needed though, so unless there was something you wanted to get, we can be off to... wherever we were going next. I think it was to go get a manicure and pedicure at one of the places or something like that?" She was not sure if she could (reasonably) afford much more.
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Post by VIVIAN CONNERS on Apr 8, 2013 18:52:37 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #808080,btable] Either she didn't notice the muttering or she was not one mention the odd quirks aloud. Vivian was thankful because she really did try to keep it under control. When she was alone, she could have an entire conversation with herself. It wasn't like her to ever be lonely - hell she always had another personality (or three) to chat with when she got bored. Most people would find that disturbing, but it always kept the violet haired woman socially active. According to the psychology textbooks she had been reading, that was a positive thing that could help lead to a longer lifespan. So...why not?
Rhiannon soon finished with her roaming the store and the two had met up once more. Vivian, after hearing her response, definitely had the impression that she was either a fashion designer or an aspiring student of fashion that wanted to outclass her fellow enemies. Most people didn't come up with their own fashion lines just for fun; most anything nowadays was done for the money, which Vivian couldn't blame them for. "Let's be off then, shall we? These nails of mine need some attention. Let's not even begin with the feet!" With a melodramatic cry of despair, Vivian made a "fainting" gesture as she pointed to her feet. For entertainment purposes only. They finished up and the two made their way outside of the store to breathe in the fresh California air once more.
"Where do you normally go for your nails again? I can think of a few places not to go, for certain!" But before she could finish, she thought about a place that she would like to go. "Oh! I have it - there is a small nail salon just two blocks down. The Asian ladies that own the store are absolutely precious! So petite and their nails are always decorated in the most artistic designs. Shall we?" With a curt smile, she offered her arm out to her new friend. Yes, she could consider this girl a friend for now. The two were getting along just fine and they hadn't disagreed on one single there. There would be a day where things would be a bit hairy, but that was a day far into the future!
Or so Vivian hoped. At least for Rhiannon's sake.
Arm in arm or side by side, it wouldn't take long to make it to the nail salon. It was a very small shop, seating at most fifteen people. Vivian liked to think of it as a well-kept secret that most would be envious of. Sometimes they would take a little extra time and get out their fancy artistic tools that allowed them to paint the most exquisite designs! The best part was that their prices were very affordable; in fact, Vivian made it a habit to leave a tip anytime she came here. The ladies were absolute dolls and they always smiled, such kind faces creating a cheerful atmosphere. If Rhiannon had never visited, it would be the place to go, for sure.
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RHIANNON CHOU
Civilian
FASHION DESIGN MAJOR
two things a girl should be.
Posts: 113
MINI INFO - GENDER: Female
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: 05/28/1992
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: Fashion Design Major
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Post by RHIANNON CHOU on Apr 12, 2013 5:57:45 GMT -8
tagged: vivian connors. time: april 7, 2012 - 2:02PM. speech: rhiannon. notes: rp swap thread. pm me if needed. Rhiannon had to give an amused giggle when Vivian pretended to swoon in a horrified faint. An airy, bell-like little sound that she had practiced and practiced and practiced for a very long time so that it would come out the way it did. Because everything and absolutely everything in her life had to be pretty eventually, the way she laughed included. "Well, to be fair, I could go for that sort of attention right now as well." That was half-true. It wasn't as bad as it could get, since she always put on lotion before going to bed and carried around a travel-sized tube of said lotion with her wherever she went. Attention, however, was nice, and there was definitely no denying that nail salons must be magical somehow. The simply had to be, honestly.
"The one I go to is in Little Tokyo, although it's a quite a commute from where I live to there, so I don't go very often." No, seriously, the amount of time it took to get from Otis to Little Tokyo was just downright ridiculous. Needless to say, Rhiannon was more than happy to learn that there might very well be a place in Santa Monica that was just as good, if not even better. "Lead the way then, if you will," the girl replied with a cheerful smile as she latched into the offered arm with something that was a bit like a hug. Oh, yes, she would definitely be putting Vivian in her books as a friend, most definitely. Especially if she knew good places for clothes and cosmetics and the like on top of being such a fun and agreeable person to speak to.
When they arrived at the little nail salon, Rhiannon glanced around, as if she were trying to absorb every little detail. Ah, here was why she had never seen this place despite how often she went to the Third Street Promenade! The place was tiny, kind of hidden away and definitely easily missed. Well, she could definitely deal with knowing about a little gem of a place that few knew about. All the more beauty secrets to keep and tools to make people wonder about. "Well then, I certainly can agree that this looks to be quite the wonderful place," Rhiannon commented with a nod. Why yes, she was already pondering what kind of design to get on her nails this time. Could they do lace nails, maybe? Oh, now that would be very lovely indeed.
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Post by VIVIAN CONNERS on Apr 15, 2013 16:44:07 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #808080,btable]Judging by the young lady's reaction, Vivian assumed that Rhiannon was enjoying the looks of this place. It was decorated in a very minimal yet feminine way, something Vivian couldn't quite describe. It was so elegant yet so simple...something that these ladies had perfected over the past few years. Without further delay, Vivian proceeded to greet the ladies inside with a bow and a very soft handshake (more like a gentle hand squeeze). "I brought a darling friend with me today. This is Rhiannon." Vivian motioned for her to step forward and greet the staff as well. Today was turning out to be such a lovely day! "They can do just about anything you ask. Here, speak with Consuela - she can give you an explanation of the different styles and accessories they can include. Oh and Lenora I'd like the usual mani pedi, please and thank you." Vivian was escorted to a seat where she reclined back a bit, extending both her arms to lie on the armrest and her feet to be propped up a bit. Before long, she relaxed and looked over to see if her new friend was enjoying the attention as well. "Well, you know I have to ask - what do you think?" She could already guess Rhiannon's reaction to this, but she knew the girl well enough to say that this was another successful day of self-pampering. After finished, Vivian's nails (all twenty) matched her beautiful hair with a shiny, silver floral design. She paid her dues at the register, making sure to leave a generous tip to her salonist that did such an excellent job. "Wonderful job, Lenora. I'll be back to see you sometime soon! You can count on it." Now she would wait for Rhiannon to finish up - it wouldn't be long since she didn't get started much after herself. SETTING!: 7th of April, 2:02pm. TAGS!: Rhiannon NOTES!: Watchu doin gurl? WORDS!: 339 |
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RHIANNON CHOU
Civilian
FASHION DESIGN MAJOR
two things a girl should be.
Posts: 113
MINI INFO - GENDER: Female
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: 05/28/1992
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: Fashion Design Major
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Post by RHIANNON CHOU on Apr 16, 2013 23:32:55 GMT -8
tagged: vivian connors. time: april 7, 2012 - 2:02PM. speech: rhiannon. notes: end on your post, perhaps? Oh, she was a darling now, was she? Rhiannon tilted her head a bit and her lips quirked up in something a sweet little smile -- if she was going to be called a darling, then she would definitely drive that point home. It was a very, very good thing, of course -- because darlings, they really were loved and well-adored, and that was definitely something that she would be more than happy to be. " A pleasure to meet you both," the girl said before readily allowing herself to be swept up once more into the flurry of what was ending up an impromptu but welcome girl's day out. The explanations and whatnot were simple enough to understand -- every good nail salon tended to follow the same basic formula, along with a few tweaks here and there to make each experience unique. The bottom line, however, would be that she would leave with expertly-done nails that would last her for at least a solid week before showing even the first signs of chipping. In the end, Rhiannon had gotten an idea and pulled up a picture on her phone of how she wanted her nails to be done, and sure enough, it was entirely within the realm of possiblity. At least, that was how she wanted her manicure done -- the pedicure was just going to be a solid color that matched her fingernails, but none of the fancy little details on it. She didn't wear open-toed shoes often enough at all for a fancier pedicure to be worth the money... " Definitely coming by again," Rhiannon answered Vivian, looking over at the other woman with a rather cheery smile. " It's much closer than the one in Little Tokyo, and maybe even a little bit better, I think!" The best thing about nail salons was that they knew how to make nails dry quickly and smoothly on top of being long-lasting, and so she was done a few minutes after Vivian was. Seeing as how a lovely job had been done, Rhiannon made sure to tip just a little more than usual after she had paid, because who knew? If she came back often enough in the days to come and they remembered her face, maybe she could get a discount for being a regular or something like that. " Thank you very much, I'll definitely be telling all of my friends about this place!" (Except not all of them -- only the ones that she trusted and believed were worthy of beauty secrets that others may or may not know about.) It would only be a until she had exited the nail salon that Rhiannon would think to dig out her phone to check the time, and she looked over at Vivian to say, " How much longer do you think you have? Either way, would you mind if I asked for a number, and whether or not you can text? Because today was a lot of fun, and I would definitely like to meet up again sometime in the future!" It was worth a shot...
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Post by VIVIAN CONNERS on Apr 17, 2013 19:48:27 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #808080,btable] When Rhiannon offered to tell her friends about the nail salon, Vivian smiled warmly. It would be wonderful for those in the salon to have more business - after all, what good would it be if she had to find a new place to go? "That would be fantastic, thank you! I'm sure the ladies will keep you their top priority for bringing them business." Of course, it wasn't like she would get special treatment - no, the ladies here treated everyone equally. Equally special, yes, but everyone was treated well and with the utmost respect possible.
Vivian quickly got out her purple notepad at the mention of sharing numbers. She could definitely do with a girlfriend; after all the stress she had been through looking for her red-haired assassin, she hadn't been doing well with having some good old fashioned fun. But now, if she shared her number with Rhiannon, she just might have someone she could relax and have a good time with. "Absolutely! Here I'll write it down for you." Vivian rummaged through her belongings and found a pen, quickly jotting down her name and number so that Rhiannon could contact her later. "Yes, of course I text silly! Who doesn't nowadays?" With her characteristic feminine giggle, she handed the sheet of paper to Rhiannon and smiled.
"I better run along now - things to do and bills to pay. It was nice meeting you, darling, and I'm sure we will be in touch!" The violet-haired unstable woman turned on her heels and walked away, feeling an odd satisfaction in her gut. Maybe she didn't have to be so bitter all the time...
SETTING!: 7th of April, 2:02pm. TAGS!: Rhiannon NOTES!: bffs 4evur WORDS!: 286 |
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