A Day Of Malling[open]

[Maisu, Uruka]

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A broad smile rested upon his face as he stood in line for a coffee at starbucks, quite aggravated. He angrily tapped his faux peacock feather fan against his leg, which was held in a glove encased hand. His white hair shone, twinkling in the fluorescent lights. The usual Tara Tarantino flower held back his hair.

It was finally his turn, and he quickly went through an order, and then swiped that very overused piece of plastic that was in his possession. After signing, he went to go wait for his drink.

He was quite a sight, his heels gently clicking against the ground with every single step he took. His legs were encased in short shorts, that showed off his perfect legs, and his shirt had a large heart on it.

He had a necklace on with one of his favorite quotes on it, from Alice In Wonderland:

" We're all made here."

Spoken by the Cheshire cat, he lived by that quote. He slipped his credit card back in his embellished clutch, along with his fan, as he would soon have a drink.

[Remila Rite]

The Hot Topic bag in her hand felt like a long missed friend. Rick
hadn't let her leave the house all summer, because he didn't
want her to hone her sword fighting skills.

If she wasn't wearing stilettos, she would be skipping. So what
the five inch heels where hurting her ankles? The black and
purple shoe tied her outfit together nicely. The purple stitching of
the shoes matched the words "Real men don't sparkle", that
where spelt out in some fancy script. The shirt itself was tight
with a low cut, showing off her cleavage. The black leather of
the shoes matched the knee length skirt that had a split that
stopped mid thigh. Around her neck was a lace choker with the
cross, her mother's Celtic cross hanging lower, stopping around
her bosom.

She had pulled her hair back into a ponytail that brushed against
her back.

She stood in the some-what short line and waited as she
thought about the newest addition of her wardrobe.

When she reached the front of the line, she placed her order and
fumble with paper bills. Finally, she was able to get the right
amount and slide it to the man behind the counter.

He passed Rem her receipt and she stood next to another woman
(Well, she guessed the person was a woman. Rem did not know
a single man who would dare to wear high heels.) to wait for her
drink.

[Maisu, Uruka]

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He tapped his heel angrily, waiting impatiently. He was about to die of thirst, and just wanted his coffee. It would of course happen to be that there was a long line on this day, and he was stuck waiting for his beverage. But it was then that things went downhill.

The person in front of the line dropped their beverage, making them jump, making the person behind them fall. That person hit the other person who slammed into uruka. Uruka, being quite petite, fell right over, falling into remila, then hitting his butt against the floor as he fell on it.

" Ow... that.. that definitely hurt..." He sat there for a second until he stood back up, brushing himself off. The person in front of him was not at all in a good position, especially, especially when he opened his mouth.

" Ew.. I touched a fag"

Now Uruka was tiny. He did however have a lot of martial arts training. He looked at him.

" Excuse you?"

" Don't touch me fag."

Without a single word, Uruka grabbed the man's wrist and made his chin meet the floor. It was an impressive feat, considering the man was very muscular.

He then very non chalantly took his drink and walked out of the starbucks, a broad smile upon his face.

[Remila Rite]

Rem had tipped over and was trying to find her balance again.
She kind of felt like a cow, now being able to get up after being
pushed over.

Damn shoes.

But the guy was impressive. To be able to wear high heels and
get somebody else on the floor like that.

Finally she yanked the shoes off and stood back up, ankles
screaming in relief. She took her drink and rushed after the guy.
Maybe he could teach her how to do that; it would be helpful in
her future profession.

[Maisu, Uruka]

outfitHearing the pittering of bare feet coming from behind him, he looked back and saw a girl running towards him, holding her heels in her hand. It was a very confusing sight, but a slightly amusing one, as he could run in heels just fine. He took a sip of his drink as she caught up to him.

" Uhm.. can I help you?"

The mall was way too warm today, and his drink was gone, so he pulled the feathery fan back out and let it waft air across his face.

[Remila Rite]

"I saw what happened back there," She gasped, lungs struggling
for air. "I was wondering if you can teach me how to do that."
She set her drink down and lent one the wall an began the
struggle of putting on the evil demons that people called shoes.
It was a common fact that Rem now knew: Stilettos(the square
root of evil)= dead feet.

For common people: stilettos, which where evil, killed your feet.

"I'm Rem, by the way." Now he couldn't use the excuse of not
even knowing her.