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Post by Midna on Jan 1, 2009 10:29:53 GMT
The salon was closed. She had an appointment, yet it was still closed. "What the fuck is wrong with you people." she snarled.
Earlier she texted Incubus, her boyfriend, telling him to get his ass here. To meet her at the salon, but hell, noone was there! It angered her. Her nails were always perfect and now they weren't. She walked into the bathroom, her eyes glared at the few girls there, but they quickly left.
She walked out and went into one of the stores. Which happened to have all the clothes she liked to wear. Corsets, tight shirts, jeans, short skirts. And best of all, stilettos. She walked over to the isle that had them, which was in the back, and sat there. Her eyes wandered, looking for something that would catch her eye.
Her name was called, Crimson, and she looked up, to see one of the sales people. She forced a smile and nodded. "Just looking, I'll come and get you when I'm ready." she said. That person was one she had not managed to kill yet. She didn't need the store closing down, because of a murder scene.
After sitting for twenty minutes, she looked at her phone, three pm. Where was he?
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Post by Malaree on Jan 1, 2009 10:37:51 GMT
La Touche Mall. Home of incessant mall rats and a plethora of annoying, gawking girls looking to be cool. Oh how the times had changed. He couldn't even remember when malls were brought into existence, let alone the technology that produced cell phones and the internet. Like many old people it still sometimes surprised him to feel his phone vibrate against his thigh. It was actually kind of annoying.
Not many people had Incubus' number. Actually, only three people had his number and most of the time only one person bothered to contact him. But that was what it was for right? For his Crimson to get a hold of him at her whim. A small smile fell upon the male's pale lips as he quickly pulled the vibrating phone from his pocket only to read Crimson's request... or demand rather. Returning his phone to his pocket it didn't take Incubus long to find his way to the mustang outside of Nairo Hall.
Speed was a thrilling factor, unfortunately one that couldn't always be satiated due to the law. The law was a nuisance and delayed an arrival that could have been made fifteen minutes beforehand. Brooding as he parked his car, Incubus unsheathed his phone once more to tell Crimson of his arrival at the Western end of the mall. What she wanted of him in such a rotten cesspool he didn't know. But orders were orders and he would do anything for her.
Incubus was dressed in tight black pants, pyramid belts surrounding his waist and Globe slip-on's upon his feet. Ebony hair defied gravity as usual and a tight white shirt adorned his slender torso. He moved fast towards the glass doors, and without bothering to hold them open for anyone behind him he also moved quickly through them.
He just wanted to get in and out as fast as he could.
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Post by Midna on Jan 1, 2009 11:12:26 GMT
Her eyes closed tiredly, she was sick of waiting. And if she left the shop she'd smell the sweet, hot and thick blood that she adored so much. She layed in the middle of the isle, her eyes looking down it, waiting to see Incubus's Globe slip on shoes. She had tried to gethim to wear heels before, but he wouldn't.
A sigh escaped her mouth, and she opened her phone, texting him impatiently. "Where are you baby..." it read. She moved onto her back, after putting her phone in her front pocket. Her eyes closed and she slowly fell into a light slumber.
She treated her boyfriend well, good. But there were times when she wanted him with her at the very moment. Times where they fought, and times where they even didn't talk, or sleep in the same bed. Crimson was usually in his dorm, sleeping in his bed with him, making sure the girl there didn't lay an eye on him. That was another thing. She got jealous easily, which made her a bit protective.
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Post by Malaree on Jan 1, 2009 11:43:08 GMT
Where are you baby...
The mall was just too damn large! Quickly he replied "Close, love." and set his pace a little faster. Impatient little thing she was. And who was he to make her wait, right? It was another five minutes before he found her store, not being too familiar with the mall's layout himself. Quietly, stoically he walked into the shop, not bothering to meet the gazes of two gawking girls.
Instead his gaze met with a slumbering red-head laying in the middle of an isle. It was a wonder the clerk didn't say anything to her. Smiling gently at her appearance Incubus knelt down beside her, running pale fingers through her soft hair.
"Rise and shine, my sweet," he murmured, tugging at a tuft of her hair shortly afterward. How the hell she managed to sleep in a place like this was beyond him.
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Post by Midna on Jan 1, 2009 11:50:52 GMT
Crimson's eyes opened and she sat up. "Finally. What took you so long?" she moved onto her knees, pulling him down onto his. Her lips went to his neck, then to his lips roughly before pulling away. "I missed you." she said, putting her arms around him.
The two girls stuck their heads around and one giggled, the other looked upset. "Aw.. He is dating that tramp?" one hissed. The other giggled again. "They are so cute." then walked down the isle. "Need any help?" she asked.
Crimson shook her head, glaring. "I told you earlier I'd get you if I needed you." she said. She watched the girl leave, then her eyes went back to his. "Can you get those black stilettos up there for me?" she asked after running her hand through his straight, long, and perfect hair. "So I was thinking we could go out tonight. Cause some... trouble?" she asked as she sat back onto the floor.
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