"Wow," Rogue murmured, taking in the expanse of old marble in need of a sandblast, the fuzzy sound of Celine Dion bouncing off the vaulted ceilings. The mall-trawlers. Civilization.
First things first.
"Who's got plastic," she said in a tone of voice that brooked an immediate and positive response.
"Visa or Amex?" I ask, flipping through a wallet dat I just happen to have on me before offering it to Rogue. "You look like you could be a Cassandra Beatrice Rose, hein?"
"So long as we're clear that under normal circumstances," she drawled, walking over to him and taking the card between the tips of fingers, "I am firmly against identity theft."
She turned the card over, examining it, before sliding it into the back pocket of the unflattering baggy jeans she'd borrowed from Brodie.
"I won't tell if you don't, chère," I stage whisper, grinning like a fool. I might not be a fan of de circumstances of our little trip to de mall, but dere's no sense in not making the most out of it. Get a little air dat ain't fresh for once, make time with Rogue, and see if she's right when she says it's not gonna last.
"Dis mean you'll buy me lunch later on? Only fair."
For the Ladies (Step One)un_glovedAugust 20 2009, 07:14:19 UTC
The first stop was the in-mall salon, because they'd come across it before a major department store. Rogue had a very definite plan. Steps one and two were grooming and a new outfit, interchangeable in the order in which they came, step three was shoes, all on their own, and step three was hitting up the food court.
She'd been very careful to explain to the girl that she had a terrible, contagious skin condition and so she needed to wear gloves while washing and cutting. She hadn't been entirely sure it would work, but the dresser bought it easily enough, and not to be unkind, but she was working at a mall in Jersey. Rogue could give her a pass. Most probably she just didn't wanna deal with some high-strung customer's crazy, and that was fair enough.
When the hideous nylon smock was pulled from Rogue's neck and her chair was turned to the mirror, her eyes widened.
She'd wanted something different, anyway.
"Shock," she stated quietly. She hadn't had so little hair since she'd been a teenager. And her bangs like that- all the
( ... )
Mary Jane hadn't missed the nineties, but now that they were there, oh, was this going to be fun. With the reassurance that they were all still really back on the island -- and she wasn't going to overthink that, because it was just downright weird -- she saw no reason to hold back with any of this, and after months on an actual freaking desert island, spending a day at the mall seemed perfect.
The trip to the hair salon had left her practically giddy -- the last time she'd seen hair like this was in old reruns of Friends -- and now, she couldn't think of any better idea. Looking back at Rogue with a smile, she nodded in obvious agreement. "Absolutely," she said emphatically, reaching up to touch her shorter hair again. She didn't even remember the last time she'd really had it cut. "Which way?"
"Hey, I'm not picky," Mary Jane laughed, shaking her head. Really, anything was fine by her, as long as it wasn't something cheap. The more upscale they could get, the better -- it wasn't their money they were spending, after all, something she probably should've felt more guilty about than she actually did. "Whatever's the best we've got. Lead the way."
Jay's fist hit the wall of the pet store, rattling those cute-ass little kitten bitches in their cages harder than they'd rattled the day before.
Thwack.
Maybe he was getting stronger. Maybe all of the running from La Fours has made him into some kinda Super-Jay, fighting evil security guards and protecting hot-ass mall bitches from assholes from the Fashionable Male doin' things like using their ass-douches and hair gel and deodorant. Chicks didn't care how you smelled, they cared how you did shit with your tongue.
Thwack, thwack, THWACK!
One of those mall-hot-bitches swaggered by in her acid-wash jeans and back camel toe just like Jay liked, and he yelled out,
"HEY BABY, MY FRIEND SILENT BOB HERE WILL FUCK YOUR BROTHER WHILE I SHOW YOU HOW WE LICK PUSSY IN JERSEY!"
The fuzz eyed Jay and he bent over to the window and pressed his tongue to it, right in front of the kitten.
"S'all I was sayin', man. What were you thinking? You nasty." The law left them alone, Silent Bob flipped his retreating back off, and Jay
( ... )
THERE they were. Brodie should have known they'd be hanging around the goddamn pet store. If he hadn't known any better, he might have wondered about their apparent fascination with the pet store cats, but as it was, Brodie was pretty sure those two were strictly homo sapien oriented.
Homo something anyway.
"HEY JAY AND BOB," Brodie called from across the Mall as he approached, "Well if it isn't the slightly less than dynamic duo."
Goddamn, but it was good to be home. As much as Brodie wasn't sure he wanted to admit it, he'd missed this shit.
"Yo, man, that window tastes like that cheap-ass chronic we got at the boardwalk last week," Jay intoned to his compatriot. Silent Bob, in answer, slide his fingers down the glass next to where Jay's tongue had been and ran the flat of his tongue along them. He considered for a moment then nodded agreeably. "Faggot ripped us off!" And then one more emphatic thwap!
But then the voice of Brodie was all up in Jay's grill and he turned toward him.
"Brodiemaaaan!" Jay called, Bob waving enthusiastically behind him.
Or at least made him uncomfortable enough that he might as well have been, for all the squirming and complaning he was doing. The problem was, he technically didn't exist in this universe.
There was nothing unstable-y enough for him to wear if he wanted to fly anywhere without giving people more than just a bang for their buck. Which meant he had to borrow Brodie's clothes and commute to the mall in a cramped car with everyone else.
"Somebody show me the most expensive store in here," he said, looking around. "Does this place even have anything worthwhile?"
I'm tired, I'm cranky, and I woke up this morning as Johnny Storm, the Flaming Idiot's little spoon. In a basement full of other super types. In Jersey. In the '90's. Oi. I tell ya, if it weren't for the fact that my powers are back, I'd probably be a lot more ticked off than I already am.
"Dude, I know this is Jersey -- and I'm sorta with you on the whole worthwhile thing -- but can you, I dunno, shut up for five seconds?" I say, half-tempted to strangle guy.
T.S. didn't think too much of it when Brodie called him about going to the mall. Par for the course, really, or it would have been if he hadn't been acting all mysterious and shit. Plus, it sounded like the guy was having a party in his mom's basement what with all the background noise.
When T.S. showed up at Brodie's, he pretty much did a double take, twice. Quadruple take. Sure, he knew full well Brodie was real heavy into his comics and all, but it just seemed a little extreme even for Brodie to have suddenly taken up with a bunch of what looked like extreme cosplayers taking a stab at blending into mainstream society.
He was still shaking his head as they walked into the mall. "An island? Really?" he said, looking over at Brodie incredulously. "Are you sure meeting Stan Lee didn't scramble your brain and...I don't know, unleash some kind of extreme fanboy reaction?"
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First things first.
"Who's got plastic," she said in a tone of voice that brooked an immediate and positive response.
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She turned the card over, examining it, before sliding it into the back pocket of the unflattering baggy jeans she'd borrowed from Brodie.
"Despite any evidence t'the contrary."
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"Dis mean you'll buy me lunch later on? Only fair."
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She'd been very careful to explain to the girl that she had a terrible, contagious skin condition and so she needed to wear gloves while washing and cutting. She hadn't been entirely sure it would work, but the dresser bought it easily enough, and not to be unkind, but she was working at a mall in Jersey. Rogue could give her a pass. Most probably she just didn't wanna deal with some high-strung customer's crazy, and that was fair enough.
When the hideous nylon smock was pulled from Rogue's neck and her chair was turned to the mirror, her eyes widened.
She'd wanted something different, anyway.
"Shock," she stated quietly. She hadn't had so little hair since she'd been a teenager. And her bangs like that- all the ( ... )
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The trip to the hair salon had left her practically giddy -- the last time she'd seen hair like this was in old reruns of Friends -- and now, she couldn't think of any better idea. Looking back at Rogue with a smile, she nodded in obvious agreement. "Absolutely," she said emphatically, reaching up to touch her shorter hair again. She didn't even remember the last time she'd really had it cut. "Which way?"
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"Reckon the pricier department store's down the end o'this hall. Ain't Bloomy's, but it'll do, huh?"
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Jay's fist hit the wall of the pet store, rattling those cute-ass little kitten bitches in their cages harder than they'd rattled the day before.
Thwack.
Maybe he was getting stronger. Maybe all of the running from La Fours has made him into some kinda Super-Jay, fighting evil security guards and protecting hot-ass mall bitches from assholes from the Fashionable Male doin' things like using their ass-douches and hair gel and deodorant. Chicks didn't care how you smelled, they cared how you did shit with your tongue.
Thwack, thwack, THWACK!
One of those mall-hot-bitches swaggered by in her acid-wash jeans and back camel toe just like Jay liked, and he yelled out,
"HEY BABY, MY FRIEND SILENT BOB HERE WILL FUCK YOUR BROTHER WHILE I SHOW YOU HOW WE LICK PUSSY IN JERSEY!"
The fuzz eyed Jay and he bent over to the window and pressed his tongue to it, right in front of the kitten.
"S'all I was sayin', man. What were you thinking? You nasty." The law left them alone, Silent Bob flipped his retreating back off, and Jay ( ... )
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Homo something anyway.
"HEY JAY AND BOB," Brodie called from across the Mall as he approached, "Well if it isn't the slightly less than dynamic duo."
Goddamn, but it was good to be home. As much as Brodie wasn't sure he wanted to admit it, he'd missed this shit.
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"Yo, man, that window tastes like that cheap-ass chronic we got at the boardwalk last week," Jay intoned to his compatriot. Silent Bob, in answer, slide his fingers down the glass next to where Jay's tongue had been and ran the flat of his tongue along them. He considered for a moment then nodded agreeably. "Faggot ripped us off!" And then one more emphatic thwap!
But then the voice of Brodie was all up in Jay's grill and he turned toward him.
"Brodiemaaaan!" Jay called, Bob waving enthusiastically behind him.
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Or at least made him uncomfortable enough that he might as well have been, for all the squirming and complaning he was doing. The problem was, he technically didn't exist in this universe.
There was nothing unstable-y enough for him to wear if he wanted to fly anywhere without giving people more than just a bang for their buck. Which meant he had to borrow Brodie's clothes and commute to the mall in a cramped car with everyone else.
"Somebody show me the most expensive store in here," he said, looking around. "Does this place even have anything worthwhile?"
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"Dude, I know this is Jersey -- and I'm sorta with you on the whole worthwhile thing -- but can you, I dunno, shut up for five seconds?" I say, half-tempted to strangle guy.
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When T.S. showed up at Brodie's, he pretty much did a double take, twice. Quadruple take. Sure, he knew full well Brodie was real heavy into his comics and all, but it just seemed a little extreme even for Brodie to have suddenly taken up with a bunch of what looked like extreme cosplayers taking a stab at blending into mainstream society.
He was still shaking his head as they walked into the mall. "An island? Really?" he said, looking over at Brodie incredulously. "Are you sure meeting Stan Lee didn't scramble your brain and...I don't know, unleash some kind of extreme fanboy reaction?"
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