At first, Mako had been looking at the summer dresses, but she had thought about getting something for the evening. Her job at the island requires her to perform during the evening in certain dress styles, so it is a good idea to change up her looks now and then. She was holding this black and red Victorian dress when someone walked up to her and asked her a question. This tanned purple hair lady asked her which of the two dresses that she is holding would be better for a first day on the job. In Mako's eyes, both dresses are elegant and professionals, but she would choose[ the white dress with black lines for a job. It works for both the day and night, while the other one feels more appropriate for an evening party. It only took her about five seconds to make up her mind, so the tanned purple lady did not have to wait long for an answer.
"If I had to choose, it would be the white dress. I can see that dress for a job at any point throughout the day. The other to me is the type of dress you wear if you are going to dinner, whether it is for corporate or personal."
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NAME ▲ [Kas'nasha Caqua/Yokoyama Mako]
AGE ▲ [121]
GENDER ▲ [Mono-Gendered]
EYE COLOR ▲ [Purple(Alien)/Amber(Human)]
HAIR COLOR ▲ [No Hair(Alien)/Dark Purple(Human)]
HAIR LENGTH ▲ [No Hair(Alien)/Shoulder]
HEIGHT ▲ [5'4]
WEIGHT ▲ [110 lbs]
SEXUAL ORIENTATION ▲ [Demisexual]
ETHNICITY ▲ [Pure Ummi/Japanese(Human)]
/(I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.)▲▼(I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.)
Keilah missed the familiarity of having her husband nearby, the sense of comfort with herself she felt when supported by his confidence. No matter the situation, he;d dump puns on her until she was forced to laugh and thump his on the chest with the back of her fist. He knew her particularly well, an arm finding it's way around her hip when he noticed her empowerment slipping. Now, aloe here and so far from where they lived together, she felt exposed and awkward with herself. Also, she simply missed his willingness to drive her everywhere with nothing more than an ask from her. They had their own cars but she felt so much less fussed when she didn't need to do any driving. Keilah closed her eyes and sighed mentally, telling herself anyone would have been fine to stop for advice- yet she found herself judging whom would impose on her fragility, on whom she'd impose by making herself known. She missed the way he'd call her from where ever she was, asking if there was something she needed from his location. Why couldn't he want kids? Everything would still be as great as they always were.
But that was the past, those grievances lay on the coast of another city. Her mauve orbs fluttered across the features of her current companion, a woman who looked more self assured than Keilah felt in this moment. She looked at the dress the woman herself was holding, almost so caught unaware of the answer replied to her that it took moments of silence for it to sink in. Keilah held up the winner with a short blink, smiling after a moment she she nodded to the being across from her. "Thank you so much." She's lap the white dress over it competitor, her hip shifting to one side as she tossed her weight one way, snapping her fingers towards what Mako was holding. "That's a mood." She'd giggle lightly, not unaware of the contrast in their styles. "Is that for a special occasion?" Like a party! Keilah hadn't been to a party since the first few years following prom, and that was counting all the times her husband had her out with friends. She wasn't the sort, but the idea was nice and she wouldn't refuse getting to dress in something so vintage.
The white dress held by the tanned lady Mako is talking to should be acceptable in a professional setting, especially if she wants to make good impression to her coworkers and employer on her first day. She is not sure what sort of job she has that calls for a formal dress on Soleil unless she is in a managerial position. It could be at an expensive hotel, restaurant, or even at another store like the one they are in. Regardless, Mako offered her opinion, and its up to the tanned lady to decide what to do with it. That is where the former thought the conversation was going to end, but that was not the case, much to her relief. The more she converses the other, the more data she can feed to her friend to study later. The tanned woman mentioned the dress that Mako is holding in her hand, curious if it is going to be for a special occasion. That will not be the case for Mako, but perhaps for some who will be at the Captain's Deck when she is there.
"Hmm. I wonder if it will be such an occasion for some. It certainly won't be for me, since this is for my job. However, perhaps the audience coming to the show will view it as a special occasion."
///BASICINFORMATION
NAME ▲ [Kas'nasha Caqua/Yokoyama Mako]
AGE ▲ [121]
GENDER ▲ [Mono-Gendered]
EYE COLOR ▲ [Purple(Alien)/Amber(Human)]
HAIR COLOR ▲ [No Hair(Alien)/Dark Purple(Human)]
HAIR LENGTH ▲ [No Hair(Alien)/Shoulder]
HEIGHT ▲ [5'4]
WEIGHT ▲ [110 lbs]
SEXUAL ORIENTATION ▲ [Demisexual]
ETHNICITY ▲ [Pure Ummi/Japanese(Human)]
/(I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.)▲▼(I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.)
Keilah was angry at herself for being angry at a time like this, out in public where nothing had come to provoke it. But really she was angry at her husband, that he'd invaded every part of her life so, even a year after their divorce, she was thinking about how'd he be here. It was hardly the sort of mood swings she wanted to be having right now when she should be so happy to have arrived in her new city. It was beautiful here, like the weather hadn't delayed her flight twice just a mere week ago. It was beautiful like it existed in a bubble of trouble-less-ness, of fantasy, of happy endings. Like a world much opposite of her reality. The traditionalist lover wondered what she could go to shake the feeling off, try as she might to become absorbed in the current situation. It felt shallow, she felt distant.
"For your job? That must be fun!" Was she perhaps a waitress at a themed store? She'd like to know if it were a restaurant, but asking seemed too nosy of her. Rather, she had other questions. "Have you lived here long? I'm glad to meet someone who isn't a tourist right away- I'm so lost around here!" She'd giggle, though she was being serious. She needed the deets, some inside as to what places were the places to be. Something was was of substance, a place she could meet some other people so this place started feeling like home. "I'm sorry to keep you, I've moved here just today and I have very little idea where I'm going or what everything is like!"
If the tanned lady inquired further about Mako's job, she would tell her that it is not the worst job she ever had. The performance aspect of the job is fun, but the audience that she performs for are not always the best crowd. She is fortunate that her workplace is higher class than a strip club, along with better security. The tanned lady, whom Mako still does not know her name and it just occurred to her that she did not reveal her name as a kind gesture yet, proceeded to ask her if she has lived on Soleil long. She also explained that she is happy to see someone who does not look completely lost. Mako is not the best person to ask about locales and people on the island. She is not new, but she has not lived here for years. Most of what she knows comes from what she read about Soleil.
"It is no trouble at all. A common theme I see on this island is aside from when you work, everyone is relaxed here and strangely enough, time feels like it slows to a crawl. Not a bad thing when you consider some places you can visit while you're here...I am Mako. Yokoyama Mako."
///BASICINFORMATION
NAME ▲ [Kas'nasha Caqua/Yokoyama Mako]
AGE ▲ [121]
GENDER ▲ [Mono-Gendered]
EYE COLOR ▲ [Purple(Alien)/Amber(Human)]
HAIR COLOR ▲ [No Hair(Alien)/Dark Purple(Human)]
HAIR LENGTH ▲ [No Hair(Alien)/Shoulder]
HEIGHT ▲ [5'4]
WEIGHT ▲ [110 lbs]
SEXUAL ORIENTATION ▲ [Demisexual]
ETHNICITY ▲ [Pure Ummi/Japanese(Human)]
/(I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.)▲▼(I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.)
☆ Company: Me, Myself & I ll ◆ Status: Single ll ☆ Outfit: Mermaid Heat ll ◆ Location: Clothing Store ll ☆ OOC:
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"Whoo!" Itzel huffed as she skipped through the doors to the clothing shop. Pushing her sunglasses up to her head, her grey eyes quickly darted around to take in the sight before her. New place meant new clothes! At least it did in her opinion. Of course, she was also just in the market for new things since she was finally settling down from the entertainment business. Most of her clothes were super flashy and made to grab the attention of others because she was constantly putting on shows. That was no longer on her list of things to do and thus she was here looking from something...Not entirely her style. She still wanted unique clothes, but just a tab bit understated so she wouldn't grab so much attention that people would expect things of her like her audiences. She wanted the life of a normal person for once. Well, normal in her own way. While she may not be preforming anymore, she wasn't about to normalize herself for the sake of others.
Itzel walked further into the store and began looking around at the dresses rather casually. The clerk came up to her and asked if she needed any help, but the older woman refused the help, not even really sure what she wanted yet. However, she was sure she would know when she saw it. For now, all she wanted was to unwind and stroll through the racks like any other normal person. To say she wasn't normal would be a lie for sure because even with her profession and the magic she learned, she was still just a normal human. Moving to the shirts, not really finding something at the moment that struck her fancy with the dresses, she was immediately drawn a white top. Picking it up off the rack, she inspected it further, moving her lips from side to side in thought. Was it her?
"No soy todo lo que ves, pero tampoco ves todo lo que soy."
After the long house arrest due to the pouring rains, Lisa found herself craving to spend some time outside. She forced herself out of bed and in a leasure outfit she could find herself comfortable in and decided to go for a quick stroll around the city. Her feminine desires had the best of her, her especially after spotting some mannequins dressed in the latest fashion and brightest hues just drew her in and before she knew it, she was inside, looking around at the multitude around her looking at the options they had to pick.
The woman wandered further inside, spotting a woman with a peculiar hair colour. Despite her liking to colours, Lisa couldn't think of herself getting anything so flashy done to her own dull brown locks. Oddly enough she ended up standing on the other side of the rack the woman stood at, trying not to make it too obvious that she had noticed her choice in attire as she scanned through the ones on display. Nothing wrong in what she chose, but a bit too flashy for her own liking. And plain. Colours were what drove Lisa,despite her dull choice in attire today.
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The bluenette continued to scan the rack for anything else that might have caught her eye. She tried to keep herself from any flashy and outrageous clothing, but, it was simply who she was. When the chime from the front door rang, grey eyes casually looked over to see who had entered. A plain Jane in appearance, but Itzel always knew better. Before her current look, she was just another face in the crowd as well. Your typical African girl. Her outfits had always been a little on the strange side, but she was still normal by all accounts. Her fascination with the macabre had been the only thing that ever set her apart from the rest. When she started gaining a hand at magic did her looks finally change. Yes, the blue color of her hair was natural, now. She had never been sure how it had happened, but she had never been opposed to the color. Of course, it matched her personality and so she embraced the change; her parents, did not.
Turning back to her attempt at shopping, Itzel occasionally glanced at the newcomer before making her way to the side she was on. Casually leaning over and looking at what the young woman was looking at, she let her eyes dart between her and the item before opening her chatterbox mouth. "You're to pale for that color. I suggest a shade of pink, often goes well with paler skin tones," she suggested, looking up at the Latina. "Well, I mean, pale for a Latina," she added with a soft snicker. Itzel turned back to the rack of shirts and furrowed her brow as she hastily pushed through the clothes before stopping. "Maaaaaaaaaaybe something like....This!" she said as she snatched the shirt from the rack and held it out for the young woman to look at.
"No soy todo lo que ves, pero tampoco ves todo lo que soy."
The woman wasn't why but the blunette's locks and the contrasts in her outfit and skin, all the colours were oh so exciting for her hues. She didn't mean to upset or cause any awkwardness between the two from her occasional glances at her. She couldn't help if she had an artist's eye for practically anything she saw, it was just how she was and if she wasn't chattering away, she was surely thinking of a masterpiece she could incorporate the woman in. If the Latina could make herself a canvas too, she'd likely chose similar colours as the woman before her...who was now coming towards her. Oh boy, did she notice her stare? Buegona! she thought to herself, quickly shifting her attention to the rack before.
With her attention shifting back to the contrasting skin before her.A beautiful color if she should add. Now that they were standing in close proximity, the brunette could see that they were close in their height, given the choice of footwear the dark-skinned beauty had. "Pale?" the woman chuckled at her remark, surely not hearing that too often as she looked over with a warm smile her lips had tugged to. "I've never had someone say that to me." she added and watched as the other woman rummaged for a shirt for her. With a light raise of her brow, she took the shirt from her once she held it up. She sure had a good choice in clothing, even matching her style quite spot on. "I'm impressed, you picked something I would surely wear." the woman chuckled.
"I didn't think my accent really came off that think" she added, especially to the Latina remark before she placed the shirt over her arm, an option she was considering taking for herself. "Are you taking the lace one that you picked? Sorry if that seemed like I was lurking, I might have been.. you have such an alluring appearance, one can surely not look away." she would state, surely not intending to flirt but simply bluntly inform the woman of how appealing the popping colors were to her eyes.
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It was a pretty gloomy looking day out to start with. Cloudy but nothing that would indicate a storm coming on. At least, for the moment. So, Elize decided to take this opportunity to head off to see if there were any new clothes she could buy. She's been meaning to buy some new ones for a while but has never really gotten around to it. Some of the clothes she has already are pretty worn out, old or just don't fit her anymore so her clothing options were pretty limited right now. She walked into the Not-So Catwalk and took a stroll around the store, looking through the aisles when she stopped to look at some shirts that had been hanging up on one of the racks. "Hmm...would this work? No...it doesn't have the right color..."
It was finally time that Cassie had gotten a haircut. There were compliments about her being mature-looking with that new look, and she accepted them with flying colors. Today’s her full-day shift at the clothing store, ready to perform at her best like before. She was just done clocking in and then making herself look presentable and comfortable in the employee area before stepping into the actual store, the clothes and customers being the companions for nine hours straight. Cassie spotted the girl who had trouble searching for the T-shirts that would fit her style, though she did look familiar and she had forgotten her name. What was her actual name again? Elaine? Elizabeth? Screw it; she would just address the female with the same honorific like for more strangers until she would get that right. With the flat heels clacking against the floor, she approached the customer with a smile.
"Welcome to the shop, miss. What kind of T-shirts do you need today? Something good for the summer season? Having a color scheme in mind? With a graphic design slapped on the front or back? What’s your mood for the day?" she asked in a cheerful voice. Man, she must have ended up confusing the female even more because of the way she inquired her, but it was best to be something specific.
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Elize was deep in thought as she fell into her own little world, scanning intently through the selection of clothes in front of her. She couldn't quite find the right thing for her though. She was snapped back into reality when she heard someone approach and speak to her. "Hmm...I'm trying to find the right sets of clothing that would look good on me but I can't quite find them. I don't really have a specific color scheme. So long as the color would appeal to me, that's all that matters. I'm looking for rather simple-looking shirts that don't have crazy designs to them..." she said without even looking over to what she assumed to be one of the workers. After a moment, she sighed heavily and her intent focus on the clothes instantly vanished. "I guess I'll have to look at another rack. Do you have other simple selections?" she asked, turning to face the employee. When she saw her, she stopped for a moment and examined her. Something was very familiar about her but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
