Shopping For A New Life(Ebony)

[Emotion&Stevey&Chris]

Pants were something that everybody was going to need to wear at some point in their lives. Sure, there was a chance that you could get away with just underwear on all the time, but there would always be one occasion where pants would be needed, plug if somebody decided to pants you and you were just wearing underwear, well, that wouldn't be fun at all. It wasn't like Emotion didn't own any pants at all or anything crazy like that, but now he was beginning to find that some of the pants didn't fit as well as he would have liked them to. It wasn't that they were too big or to small, but just not right. He wasn't the type of guy that liked his pants to be so tight that you could see everything, but they needed to be tight enough so that he didn't feel like he looked fat or anything like that. Over all, his type of pants weren't hard to find, but he was really picky about what they looked like.

After figuring out that there weren't any pants that he loved very much left in his closet, Emotion started off towards the mall. He wore a pair of plaid red pants for the moment, probably one of the few pairs that he never wanted to be rid of. There was a black sweatshirt on his body that clung close to his thin form. His hands were stuffed into the pockets. In his left hand he held a duct tape wallet that a friend back home had made him as sort of a going away gift. It was one of those things that he always had with him, after all, who knew when you were going to be in need of money in some way shape or form for some random thing.

He opened the door and slipped inside of the mall. His eyes moved around as he tried to figure out where he was going to find pants. Part of him was thinking jeans, but he really didn't have the money to buy from any of those high end stores, though it wasn't like the place he chose in the end would be that much less expensive, whatever though. He was living off money from the government and his parents so he'd live. Of course the sad part was that he wasn't sure that his parents would give him money if the government wasn't making them.

Stepping into D-Tox, his eyes moved over the differnet walls and he headed for the guys section. There were times he wore girl clothes, but that didn't seem to happen all that often. He found that they weren't as comfortable as the kind that were made to actually fit his body and the shirts were sometimes see through and that was a bit of a weird thought for him. Right away, he headed for a pair of purple pants rather interested from a far. Smiling, he ran his fingers over the fabric before pulling them off of the place that they hung and looking to see if they were his size.

[Ebony Wynter]

Why was he in here? Very good question. Ebony didn't exactly know the answer to that question, and he didn't feel like trying to figure out the answer. He was just here shopping, despite his intense dislike for shopping. It wasn't that Ebony hated clothes. He wasn't an in-the-closet nudist or anything, claiming that running naked made one feel free. He just didn't like interacting with people. See, people expect other people to be charming, inviting, nice, talkative, whatever. Ebony wasn't these things. He was quiet, nerdy, awkward, and uncomfortable. Those qualities don't usually scream "oh dang, let's bang!" Besides, Ebony had enough clothing.

He was an odd youth, really. Tall, standing at 6'1, and pale beyond all belief. His alabaster skin radiated a soft glow like that of the moon on a full, black night. His eyes were wide and innocent, a curious shade of blue shining like gemstones, and framed with long onyx lashes. He was slender to the point where it was just insane, and gave off a feminine air. Must be the fact that he smelled rather feminine. Ebony had a trademark scent. Yes, a scent. Japanese cherry blossom from Bath and Body works if anyone cares to know. Ebony was clad in, well, black. It wasn't that surprising. The youth loved black. Black jeans clung to his slender body, and a black shirt hugged his thin upperhalf. Just black.

He was looking through a rack of incredibly ugly clothing. Well, he thought they were ugly. Of course, it was in the female section. Ebony didn't realize that until he came across the bras. It caused the boy to stop for a moment, look down at his chest, and fleetingly wonder if they made bras of flat-chested women. Ebony wasn't well-versed when it came to women. He was entirely innocent in every aspect, poor soul.

Someone walked by and Ebony hastily put down the pink lacey bra he had been holding. People already thought he was a bit strange. The whole British accent, paleness, and anorexic thinness caused people to stay away. If that didn't get them then the whole unnerving and uncomfortable silences did. Feeling idiotic, a faint red blush attacked the delicate skin of Ebony. The bra he hastily tried to put down was now attached to the fabric of Ebony's shirt. The hanger had gotten caught, and now the thin boy was trying to get it off. Nice. Ebony learned a lesson about shopping in the female clothing department.

A blonde girl not far from Ebony raised an eyebrow, startled, and backed away slowly. Now Ebony was the village lunatic. "Bloody hell," he muttered softly to himself. His cursed, horrible London accent lingered on every word. It danced on each syllable, twirling and making it even more obvious that Ebony wasn't from around here.

The bra come unstuck now, and Ebony turned quickly to walk out of the female clothing area. Damn.

[Emotion&Stevey&Chris]

It took about twenty seconds, but soon the correct size of the pants were drapped over one of Emotion's arms as he started to turn. There were some shirts that seemed rather cute nearby so he made his way over. They may have been female, he wasn't really sure, but he could probably figure out what if he decided to really pay attention. Then again, Emotion wasn't one to really pay attention to things like that, it was a minor detail in the end. There seemed as though there was some sort of slight disturbance on the other side of the store. Putting the shirt down, Emotion took off to go and investigate what was going on. sure, it was rather nosey of him to be doing, but in all truth, he couldn't help it. He was naturally a curious kind of guy and wouldn't stop it for well, pretty much anything.

After getting to where he thought something was going on, he saw a male walking away from the bras and one that had fallen. He was completely confused about what in the world had just gone on, but it still seemed like a rather interesting scene. His eyes moved to the male that had been in the middle of all of this. Grinning a little bit he waved a hand to him before walking over. "Hello," he said in his usual cheery tone. Emotion found himself to be rather friendly, there were tims that he was called over friendly and maybe he was. For some reaosn he really just trusted people until there was a reason not to trust them and that was how he was even when it came to people he didn't know. Plus, this guy seemed nice and was pretty cute. That type of a thing was always a plus for Emotion, though he wasn't completely shallow. He talked to anybody he thought seemed fun, but if they were fun to look at too, well that was just a plus.

He still held the pants in one hand. His eyes were moving over the store for some more things that he may end up wanting to buy. That was one problem with him in stores, he was always busy looking for something to buy and tended to feel as though he was being rude by not paying complete attention to whomever he was talking to. Realizing just what he was doing, Emotion looked at Ebony. "I love this store, there are so many things to buy. Oh, I'm Emotion," he added deciding that that may spark a conversation. Emotion really did love his name, though not as much as others tended to. They would gush over it, and he would just smile and nod, but it had made him a lot of friends over the years and was always something to talk about, so he used it rather often and he was cool with everybody knowing his name. He was also cool with being called most any nickname for those too lazy for the entire name, well unless they called him Emo, that was just for Rob to call him.