[SCENE]: Popular!
((Backdated to July 30th.))
Olga: *Olga walks to the mall Alita mentioned they should meet at-- it's only a few blocks from her house, after all, so she's glad not to suffer the annoyance of bringing the idea up to her mom. She hesitates briefly at the glass doors before entering casually, hands stuffed in her pockets.*
Alita: *Alita has already arrived at the mall, dropped off by her mom about ten minutes prior. She's sitting on a white bench near a large potted plant, rifling through her brand new Prada purse. She glances up, and upon seeing Olga, gets up, slinging the bag over her shoulder and walks over to greet her casually.* Hey.
Olga: *She can't resist a brief glance around the crowd near the mall's entrance, praying she doesn't see someone she recognizes.* Uh... hey, Alita.
Alita: *Alita notices Olga's nervous glance. She places a hand on her hip, and then says dryly.* Don't sound so enthused.
Olga: *She rolls her eyes at Alita's sarcasm, glaring at her briefly.* It's just... not the kind of place I want to be seen, you know?
Alita: *A smirk blossoms across Alita's lips.* Afraid of ruining your tough reputation?
Olga: *She winces briefly before reaching back to flip her hair over her shoulder, smirking.* So I've got a tough reputation, then?
Alita: *Alita brushes her scarf over her shoulder.* Maybe. *Her smile is teasing, yet a little bit challenging.* If you're that tough, a little shopping should be nothing, right?
Olga: ...Fine. *She tugs at a strand of hair.* ...Where did you want to go, then?
Alita: *Her eyes light up.* Well, there's a nice store just around the corner... Come on. *She grabs Olga's hand without thinking, and half drags her around the corner.*
Olga: Hey...! *She near-yelps, and quickly wrests her hand from Alita's grip-- being dragged around the mall, she thinks, would probably look even worse.*
Alita: *Alita rolls her eyes.* Oh, come on. Don't be such a baby. *She strides into the store ahead on Olga.*
Olga: Oh, for... I am not-- *She stops mid-sentence and freezes, glancing about the store; it's a clothes store, of course, and one that just so happens to be filled with the laciest and girliest clothing that she's ever seen.* Oh great.
Alita: *She's absorbed the moment she walks in, already in her element. She makes a beeline for a clothing rack displaying several dresses and begins flipping through.*
Olga: *She's still staring in open-mouthed shock as she follows Alita, glancing with brief disdain to the rack of dresses.* Is this seriously-- *She takes in Alita's purse and sundress, shaking her head.* --never mind.
Alita: *She's barely heard a word Olga has said since they've entered the store. Now she fishes out a pale blue dress from the rack and turns to Olga, holding it up in front of her.* Hmmm. I think this'll be a nice color on you...
Olga: ...No. *She pushes Alita's hands down, firmly.* I don't do dresses.
Alita: *She takes a step back, a brow quirked critically.* Come on. You've got potential... sort of. I mean, if you'd only try a little...
Olga: Not interested, thanks. *She turns from Alita to glance around the rest of the store, wondering if there's anything remotely wearable in the damn place.*
Alita: *Alita gives out an audible huff of frustration.* Fine. *She returns the dress to the rack and continues browsing.*
Olga: *After a few minutes of idly lifting shirts off the rack and putting them back down, Olga glances back to Alita.* So... you started working at the clinic, huh?
Alita: *Alita's still browsing intently, but she stops and looks over to Olga.* Yes. It's pretty interesting, actually. And Dr. Eldoon's really nice.
Olga: That's... pretty cool. Guess the earthquake was kind of crazy, though...
Alita: Yeah, it was. *Alita's nose wrinkles.* There were a few... interesting patients to say the least. Like this one old guy who came in in nothing but swim trunks and asked for a bandaid.
Olga: ... *At that, she starts to laugh in earnest, pressing a hand to her mouth.* Oh man, you-- seriously? ...Wish I could've seen that.
Alita: Yes, seriously. *She giggles.* And his swim trunks were this hideous bright orange too. It was really awkward... but now it's kind of funny.
Olga: *A snicker.* Wow. Actually, I-- *She's about to explain her own strange encounter, with the Three-Card-Monte escapee guy, but she suddenly remembers how furious he looked when he told her not to tell anyone, and she stops.* ...never mind.
Alita: *Alita quirks her brow, examining Olga out of the corner of her eye.* You... what?
Olga: Nothing. *She snaps a bit more than she intended to, frowning.* It's nothing.
Alita: *Alita doesn't buy it for a minute, but she doesn't press.* All right, fine, don't get so touchy...
Olga: ...I'm sorry. *She mumbles awkwardly after a minute, stepping over to glance over Alita's shoulder.* Find anything?
Alita: Yes... actually... *Alita holds up at least four different garments she's been holding at her side.* Did you find any-- *She stops, seeing Olga's empty hands.* You didn't. *Her eyes flit back to the rack.* We're fixing this. You're going to at least try on something.
Olga: Uh, no. *She steps back.* I don't think there's anything here I'd even think of wearing.
Alita: *Rolling her eyes, Alita starts flipping through.* A little optimism wouldn't kill you. *She finds something within a few seconds and pulls it out. It's a nice red dress. Not too ruffly or flowery. She turns back toward Olga, pushing the dress at her.* Think you can handle this?
Olga: ...You're not going to let me say "no," are you?
Alita: *Alita smiles.* Good answer. Now get going. *Then she practically drags Olga into a dressing room.*
Olga: *She groans, but doesn't yank her hand away this time.* ...Alright then, give me that.
Alita: *Alita hands her the dress.* I'm going to change over here... *She indicates to a stall behind her.* Once you've changed, let me know and come out. I want to see it.
Olga: Fine. *She takes the dress, looking it over as she enters the stall-- it's short-sleeved, with a skirt that would probably go just past her knees and a silky sash across the middle. She sighs as she hangs it over the stall door so she can undress.*
Olga: *...Several minutes later, Olga steps out of the dressing room, tugging at the skirt and glancing around for the other girl.* Alita?
Alita: Coming! Hold on... *After a second, Alita emerges from her stall, wearing a pale pink sundress with roses embroidered all over it. She appraises Olga with her eyes.* Wow... that looks really nice on you, Olga.
Olga: I... does it? *She glances at herself in the mirror, frowning.* Y'know, I don't think I've actually worn a dress since I was like, five, at some Christmas party.
Alita: Well... then you should get it. Every girl should have at least one nice dress in her closet.
Olga: *She considers it; if she's going to need a dress-- and she's not going to wear it to school or anything but something could come up-- she might as well wear one that's at least somewhat reasonable. She glances to her reflection again.* ...Maybe I will.
Alita: *smiles* Good. *Her face brightens suddenly* Ooh! You know what you need! Some jewelry to go with that! *Grabs Olga by the arm and starts to drag her towards the front of the store, where the jewelry section is* Oh, and some shoes too! No outfit is complete without the perfect accessories.
Olga: *She's kind of gotten used to being dragged around by the wrist by now, so she doesn't even protest... at least, not until she realizes that she's still wearing the dress.* Hey, I...
Olga: *...And then she stops, because that's Daryan Crescend walking past the store's entrance and oh god if someone from school saw her in a place like this... Olga glances around frantically before ducking quickly behind a rack of shoes, practically dragging Alita with her.*
Alita: See, isn't that a nice-- h-hey! *Alita is abruptly pulled away from the jewelry, and nearly trips as she's dragged behind the shoe rack* Olga! *she hisses, crouching down beside the girl* What in the heck are you doing?!?
Olga: *She sighs, glancing around the rack to notice that Daryan's gone, and straightens her dress. She speaks in a low whisper.* A kid from school just walked by, okay? And I'm not going to be seen in a dress in... *She gestures at the store around them.* ...this place!
Alita: *Alita straightens up, indignant, hand on her hip.* There's nothing wrong with this place at all! It's better than being in some... dingy arcade or something!
Olga: *She stands as well, glaring.* Yeah, for you, maybe, but not for me, all right? Word could get out around the school or something...!
Alita: *Rolls her eyes* Oh, yeah, like rumors about you wearing something decent for once are a bad thing!
Olga: They are if what I'm wearing is a stupid lacy princess costume!
Alita: *Her eyes narrow and her lips twists unpleasantly* First of all, there is hardly any lace on this. And secondly, just a minute ago you actually liked this dress, so don't go calling it stupid.
Olga: Well, it's... *She looks away, arms crossed.* It's still not something I want kids I know to see me in.
Alita: All right... geez. *Her face softens, just a little bit* I probably took you out of your comfort zone... so, I'm sorry. *then she's all business again* But you should still buy that dress, because even if no one ever sees you in it, it looks really good on you.
Olga: *She blinks at Alita's apology, rubbing the back of her neck.* Yeah, I... I think I will.
Alita: Good. Let's change and then you can pay for that, okay? *Heads back for the dressing room*
Olga: *In the dressing room, Olga throws her jeans and shirt back on, struggling a moment to fold up the dress before she finally gives up and slings it over her arm, heading back towards Alita as she leaves the stall.*
Alita: *Alita changes out of the dress she was in as well, and meets Olga outside the stalls.* Ready to go?
Olga: Yeah, I guess. *She adjusts the dress again, heading over to the cash register and placing it gingerly on the counter. After the bored-looking woman scans the tag-- it's actually not as expensive as it could be-- Olga fishes in her wallet and brings out enough rumpled twenties to cover the cost.*
Alita: *After Olga's done, Alita does the same, smiling as she recieves her new dress in a big, brightly colored paper bag, and starts out of the store, walking beside Olga* Now, see, that wasn't so bad, now was it?
Olga: *She rolls her eyes a bit-- it wasn't, but she isn't ready to admit that just yet.* You really want me to answer that?
Alita: *elbows her* Oh, shut up. You enjoyed it and you know it.
Olga: ...Maybe. *She can't help but smirk a bit.* So, ah... now what?
Alita: *Brightens, looking around the mall* So, now there's this other store just around the corner and it has shoes to die for, trust me...
Olga: *Olga walks to the mall Alita mentioned they should meet at-- it's only a few blocks from her house, after all, so she's glad not to suffer the annoyance of bringing the idea up to her mom. She hesitates briefly at the glass doors before entering casually, hands stuffed in her pockets.*
Alita: *Alita has already arrived at the mall, dropped off by her mom about ten minutes prior. She's sitting on a white bench near a large potted plant, rifling through her brand new Prada purse. She glances up, and upon seeing Olga, gets up, slinging the bag over her shoulder and walks over to greet her casually.* Hey.
Olga: *She can't resist a brief glance around the crowd near the mall's entrance, praying she doesn't see someone she recognizes.* Uh... hey, Alita.
Alita: *Alita notices Olga's nervous glance. She places a hand on her hip, and then says dryly.* Don't sound so enthused.
Olga: *She rolls her eyes at Alita's sarcasm, glaring at her briefly.* It's just... not the kind of place I want to be seen, you know?
Alita: *A smirk blossoms across Alita's lips.* Afraid of ruining your tough reputation?
Olga: *She winces briefly before reaching back to flip her hair over her shoulder, smirking.* So I've got a tough reputation, then?
Alita: *Alita brushes her scarf over her shoulder.* Maybe. *Her smile is teasing, yet a little bit challenging.* If you're that tough, a little shopping should be nothing, right?
Olga: ...Fine. *She tugs at a strand of hair.* ...Where did you want to go, then?
Alita: *Her eyes light up.* Well, there's a nice store just around the corner... Come on. *She grabs Olga's hand without thinking, and half drags her around the corner.*
Olga: Hey...! *She near-yelps, and quickly wrests her hand from Alita's grip-- being dragged around the mall, she thinks, would probably look even worse.*
Alita: *Alita rolls her eyes.* Oh, come on. Don't be such a baby. *She strides into the store ahead on Olga.*
Olga: Oh, for... I am not-- *She stops mid-sentence and freezes, glancing about the store; it's a clothes store, of course, and one that just so happens to be filled with the laciest and girliest clothing that she's ever seen.* Oh great.
Alita: *She's absorbed the moment she walks in, already in her element. She makes a beeline for a clothing rack displaying several dresses and begins flipping through.*
Olga: *She's still staring in open-mouthed shock as she follows Alita, glancing with brief disdain to the rack of dresses.* Is this seriously-- *She takes in Alita's purse and sundress, shaking her head.* --never mind.
Alita: *She's barely heard a word Olga has said since they've entered the store. Now she fishes out a pale blue dress from the rack and turns to Olga, holding it up in front of her.* Hmmm. I think this'll be a nice color on you...
Olga: ...No. *She pushes Alita's hands down, firmly.* I don't do dresses.
Alita: *She takes a step back, a brow quirked critically.* Come on. You've got potential... sort of. I mean, if you'd only try a little...
Olga: Not interested, thanks. *She turns from Alita to glance around the rest of the store, wondering if there's anything remotely wearable in the damn place.*
Alita: *Alita gives out an audible huff of frustration.* Fine. *She returns the dress to the rack and continues browsing.*
Olga: *After a few minutes of idly lifting shirts off the rack and putting them back down, Olga glances back to Alita.* So... you started working at the clinic, huh?
Alita: *Alita's still browsing intently, but she stops and looks over to Olga.* Yes. It's pretty interesting, actually. And Dr. Eldoon's really nice.
Olga: That's... pretty cool. Guess the earthquake was kind of crazy, though...
Alita: Yeah, it was. *Alita's nose wrinkles.* There were a few... interesting patients to say the least. Like this one old guy who came in in nothing but swim trunks and asked for a bandaid.
Olga: ... *At that, she starts to laugh in earnest, pressing a hand to her mouth.* Oh man, you-- seriously? ...Wish I could've seen that.
Alita: Yes, seriously. *She giggles.* And his swim trunks were this hideous bright orange too. It was really awkward... but now it's kind of funny.
Olga: *A snicker.* Wow. Actually, I-- *She's about to explain her own strange encounter, with the Three-Card-Monte escapee guy, but she suddenly remembers how furious he looked when he told her not to tell anyone, and she stops.* ...never mind.
Alita: *Alita quirks her brow, examining Olga out of the corner of her eye.* You... what?
Olga: Nothing. *She snaps a bit more than she intended to, frowning.* It's nothing.
Alita: *Alita doesn't buy it for a minute, but she doesn't press.* All right, fine, don't get so touchy...
Olga: ...I'm sorry. *She mumbles awkwardly after a minute, stepping over to glance over Alita's shoulder.* Find anything?
Alita: Yes... actually... *Alita holds up at least four different garments she's been holding at her side.* Did you find any-- *She stops, seeing Olga's empty hands.* You didn't. *Her eyes flit back to the rack.* We're fixing this. You're going to at least try on something.
Olga: Uh, no. *She steps back.* I don't think there's anything here I'd even think of wearing.
Alita: *Rolling her eyes, Alita starts flipping through.* A little optimism wouldn't kill you. *She finds something within a few seconds and pulls it out. It's a nice red dress. Not too ruffly or flowery. She turns back toward Olga, pushing the dress at her.* Think you can handle this?
Olga: ...You're not going to let me say "no," are you?
Alita: *Alita smiles.* Good answer. Now get going. *Then she practically drags Olga into a dressing room.*
Olga: *She groans, but doesn't yank her hand away this time.* ...Alright then, give me that.
Alita: *Alita hands her the dress.* I'm going to change over here... *She indicates to a stall behind her.* Once you've changed, let me know and come out. I want to see it.
Olga: Fine. *She takes the dress, looking it over as she enters the stall-- it's short-sleeved, with a skirt that would probably go just past her knees and a silky sash across the middle. She sighs as she hangs it over the stall door so she can undress.*
Olga: *...Several minutes later, Olga steps out of the dressing room, tugging at the skirt and glancing around for the other girl.* Alita?
Alita: Coming! Hold on... *After a second, Alita emerges from her stall, wearing a pale pink sundress with roses embroidered all over it. She appraises Olga with her eyes.* Wow... that looks really nice on you, Olga.
Olga: I... does it? *She glances at herself in the mirror, frowning.* Y'know, I don't think I've actually worn a dress since I was like, five, at some Christmas party.
Alita: Well... then you should get it. Every girl should have at least one nice dress in her closet.
Olga: *She considers it; if she's going to need a dress-- and she's not going to wear it to school or anything but something could come up-- she might as well wear one that's at least somewhat reasonable. She glances to her reflection again.* ...Maybe I will.
Alita: *smiles* Good. *Her face brightens suddenly* Ooh! You know what you need! Some jewelry to go with that! *Grabs Olga by the arm and starts to drag her towards the front of the store, where the jewelry section is* Oh, and some shoes too! No outfit is complete without the perfect accessories.
Olga: *She's kind of gotten used to being dragged around by the wrist by now, so she doesn't even protest... at least, not until she realizes that she's still wearing the dress.* Hey, I...
Olga: *...And then she stops, because that's Daryan Crescend walking past the store's entrance and oh god if someone from school saw her in a place like this... Olga glances around frantically before ducking quickly behind a rack of shoes, practically dragging Alita with her.*
Alita: See, isn't that a nice-- h-hey! *Alita is abruptly pulled away from the jewelry, and nearly trips as she's dragged behind the shoe rack* Olga! *she hisses, crouching down beside the girl* What in the heck are you doing?!?
Olga: *She sighs, glancing around the rack to notice that Daryan's gone, and straightens her dress. She speaks in a low whisper.* A kid from school just walked by, okay? And I'm not going to be seen in a dress in... *She gestures at the store around them.* ...this place!
Alita: *Alita straightens up, indignant, hand on her hip.* There's nothing wrong with this place at all! It's better than being in some... dingy arcade or something!
Olga: *She stands as well, glaring.* Yeah, for you, maybe, but not for me, all right? Word could get out around the school or something...!
Alita: *Rolls her eyes* Oh, yeah, like rumors about you wearing something decent for once are a bad thing!
Olga: They are if what I'm wearing is a stupid lacy princess costume!
Alita: *Her eyes narrow and her lips twists unpleasantly* First of all, there is hardly any lace on this. And secondly, just a minute ago you actually liked this dress, so don't go calling it stupid.
Olga: Well, it's... *She looks away, arms crossed.* It's still not something I want kids I know to see me in.
Alita: All right... geez. *Her face softens, just a little bit* I probably took you out of your comfort zone... so, I'm sorry. *then she's all business again* But you should still buy that dress, because even if no one ever sees you in it, it looks really good on you.
Olga: *She blinks at Alita's apology, rubbing the back of her neck.* Yeah, I... I think I will.
Alita: Good. Let's change and then you can pay for that, okay? *Heads back for the dressing room*
Olga: *In the dressing room, Olga throws her jeans and shirt back on, struggling a moment to fold up the dress before she finally gives up and slings it over her arm, heading back towards Alita as she leaves the stall.*
Alita: *Alita changes out of the dress she was in as well, and meets Olga outside the stalls.* Ready to go?
Olga: Yeah, I guess. *She adjusts the dress again, heading over to the cash register and placing it gingerly on the counter. After the bored-looking woman scans the tag-- it's actually not as expensive as it could be-- Olga fishes in her wallet and brings out enough rumpled twenties to cover the cost.*
Alita: *After Olga's done, Alita does the same, smiling as she recieves her new dress in a big, brightly colored paper bag, and starts out of the store, walking beside Olga* Now, see, that wasn't so bad, now was it?
Olga: *She rolls her eyes a bit-- it wasn't, but she isn't ready to admit that just yet.* You really want me to answer that?
Alita: *elbows her* Oh, shut up. You enjoyed it and you know it.
Olga: ...Maybe. *She can't help but smirk a bit.* So, ah... now what?
Alita: *Brightens, looking around the mall* So, now there's this other store just around the corner and it has shoes to die for, trust me...