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Post by anderson james whitfield on Dec 24, 2010 18:36:55 GMT -5
alright. here he was again. he was finding that it was harder and harder to stay away from the place. every time that he thought he was going to get away with not having to go back.. someone needed something. there were his friends birthdays or parties to tend to or he needed a new shirt. hell he couldnt even just go to the board shop anymore because they didnt sell everything that he needed for the perfect day on the waves.
there he looked at the esculator. now where the hell was that store again. he looked so hopeless for a quick moment before he fixed the collar of his leather jacket. some girl where he could use his charm would be much better at this.
"hey beautiful! mind helping me out?" he winked at the girl and then gave her his charming smile.
note: sorry its short. next will be much longer. i suck at starting..
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Post by annabelle nicole de fiamma on Dec 24, 2010 19:35:10 GMT -5
The girl just could not stay away from the mall. She was a woman of fashion and in this country, she could buy so much if she did not go for some brand name. Anna woke up with the goal of going shopping, but not for herself, but for her friends. She had enough stuff and thought she'd give them all something nice. The brunette showered and dressed in mind of being relax, she was not trying to be noticed, she just wanted to spend some cash. It made her choose the straight leg jeans some runners and a band shirt. She did not know the band but she liked the edgy look.
She left her house in the afternoon and spent about an hour roaming the mall. She had ideas of what to buy, but she was not sure if she could settle with that. Annabelle stood in the middle of the mall trying to remember where which shop was. She was about to head on when someone said something. At first she was confused as to if she knew him, but no he was just asking for some help. The Italian smiled at him before answering the man.
"Sure ting 'andsome, what do you need?" Though she had sharp words and was completely honest, she always gave a helping hand, she was a complete sweetheart. She a ran a hand through her hair kept thinking about what she would buy next, maybe this guy would lead her somewhere that would light her bulb. She still had a couple of people to shop for, she only carried two bags. One held a cook book for her close chef. She mentally grinned at that. She wasn't sure if he used cookbooks, but it had recipes from all over the world and the other held a soft white sweater for her cousin.
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Post by anderson james whitfield on Dec 25, 2010 14:26:40 GMT -5
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[/img] It had hit him while trying to find someone to help him in the mall that it hit him he had Christmas presents yet to shop for. That was his downfall. He never really got to know someone to the point where he knew what to get for them. If he had gotten to that point he wasn’t sure still what to get for them because he wasn’t sure what they wanted. Usually if he went with clothes he got the wrong size and the moment he switched over to gift cards everyone thought that it was too impersonal. Maybe a woman would have a better touch. They usually knew what size someone wore based upon looking at a picture or comparatively to their own body. Honestly, he stunk at giving presents but his heart was always in the right place. He knew that he’d have to get something for his roommate too. Jess deserved to have something nice for Christmas because she got him out of a difficult position. “ I need Christmas presents and I never know what to get someone. Do you have time to spend with me?” He asked with that charming smile of his. “My name is Anderson.” Dear God she had an accent and it was thicker than one he had ever heard before. “Your accent… you aren’t from around here are you? I hope your finding everything nice here.” It must have been hard being away from home from the holidays he thought to himself. [/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by annabelle nicole de fiamma on Dec 25, 2010 16:52:23 GMT -5
If it had something to do with shopping, Anna was in top of it. She looked at the guy with a large smile. "Oh you poor dear, I would love to spend some time with you." She never helped anyone before, well except her mother. Usually people were paid to help Anna, but here, Anna was free, she had to ask around to find certain stores, but after that she was able to manage on her own. The brunette then went wild with everything she saw, America was filled with so much deals, she hardly looked at the brands anymore, she just like looking good.
"Oh forgive me," she held her hand out to him, "Annabelle, but people 'ave taken a liking to calling me Anna." Her brown eyes then searched the area, she still needed to buy somethings as well, but she soon forgot when he mentioned her accent. The girl was happy to talk with someone new, who asked about her speech. "Oh I am from Italia." she nodded. "Oh and I just love it 'ere, tank you." She was a in a great mood now. She seemed a little over please but it was great meeting people, it help get along here. She looked at him and smiled.
"Now who are we shopping for?" she finally got to that question, first she had to know whom she was helping with. She was good with woman's gifts, as for men's well that became more difficult, but she was more than confident that she would help. "Do you 'ave a budget?" that was another key factor, it just made everything harder to find. She moved one bag to join her other hand and waited for his answers. Anna had a feeling she was going to enjoy this.
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Post by anderson james whitfield on Dec 27, 2010 23:11:59 GMT -5
Honestly, he was having a hard time figuring out what to do or what to get for everyone. He winked at her and was quite glad to hear that she wanted to spend time with him. That made it a whole lot easier on him and he would find that the company would be nice. Besides, he had to get Tins and Jessica both the best present ever. They were very important women in his life. His mother would know what to get but unfortunately there was no way to get her help.
"Anderson but you can call me Andy. It's easy enough." He grinned. Anna? She looked more like a Belle to him. "How about I call you Belle? That means beautiful, no? And that's what you are." He was far too smooth for his own good and he knew that. Hell... often it was what blurred the lines of friendship and something more for many people around him. He couldn't help but to give her the once over. She was beautiful in her own right but all it did was make him ache for Tins. It was amazing that the once Boy Candy of the Keys was looking to compare everyone and find a way to get her to realize what it was that she wanted rather than taking for himself.
He smiled. "Well I love Italian food so if you ever feel the need to cook for me... I'd gladly take you up on that offer." He laughed again.
"Within reason. Like $500 for Tins and like $200 for my roommate. I think that's good right?" That was a good portion of his bonus money and the rest went to his rent... and whatever was left from the gifts he'd go and get everything for Christmas. "No.. make that like $400 for Tins because I have to get food and stuff for Christmas." Hell... there went all of his bonus money. He sighed. "Tins is my best friend she's amazing and I want to thank her for everything. My roommate Jess is a party girl... sooo... I'm not really sure what to get her. Any ideas?"
He paused for a moment. "What would you want for Christmas?"
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Post by annabelle nicole de fiamma on Jan 10, 2011 2:10:10 GMT -5
Anna was a bit too friendly for her parents' liking. They always thought one day would land herself in some deep trouble. But everything they said against Anna's action just ended up with her continuing to do it. The brunette smiled to him. "Ah Andy, well it is nice to meet you." she nodded before her smile grew, well he was quite charming. "Tank you once more." she looked around, "And since you put it tat way, call me Belle all you want." She liked that, Bell. Maybe she could tell others to call her that instead of Anna. But she was too fond of Anna to give it up completely.
She laughed with him, "I'm sorry but I cannot cook." she shook her head. It was quite sad. She was Italian with minimal cooking skills. She make the basics but nothing fancy. But she did like to go out and eat a lot. If it was a sport the girl would win gold medal and still look good in a little black dress hanging in her closet. She had one high matbleism which she thanked to her constant dancing, ballet was no laughing matter for the girl, except when she makes it one.
She looked at him. "Tinsely, as in te Tinsley?" she found it difficult not calling her 'Insley like normally. She never knew how that came to be. "Oh she is one of my closest friends, 'ere, I am too shopping fo 'er." she nodded with delight. This might be more exciting than she first thought. Then he mentioned a Jess. No it cannot be her cousin Jess. Living with a boy? Wow American living was very liberal, but then again she was housing a gu as well. "Would this Jessica be a Jessica Tyler?" it seemed this was all a small city when in reality it was not. "You see Jessica Tyler is my cousin." she grinned, she was best friends with her, they were like sisters, "And I am shopping for 'er as well." she nodded. Anna was liking this.
"I would like a real American moment, or wat ever tat is." she shrugged. "Most people try to make me feel at "'ome" when really I could care less about it."
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