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Jul 11, 2016 21:43:41 GMT
Post by Alice on Jul 11, 2016 21:43:41 GMT
Alice hated being around all those business people out on the street just outside. It reminded of her parents, and it was gross, but she wanted to go shopping and she sure as hell wasn't going to get clothes from some homely strip mall. She had sadly been forced to downsize when she'd traveled here, effectively moving at this point. She needed to fill the need of new clothes, shoes, and jewelry desperately and in that order. Idly humming Baby Got Back in the most chipper way, Alice walked down aisles and tossed articles of high priced clothing over her shoulder and into the rolling cart she'd imagined out of thin air. One would assume, or perhaps ask, why doesn't she just imagine up her own sets of clothes? She could wear literally whatever she wanted, and not have to go to the trouble of stealing any of it. Well that's a stupid question. Imagining up her own clothes to where is like essentially being naked, and while she's not entirely opposed to the idea she's not that much of a homeless scrub that would willingly walk around that way unless by utter necessity. Besides, stealing was fun. She paid no mind to the others in the store, not that it mattered anyway, and with her giant pile she stood in front of one of the large mirrors before the dressing room. She tilted her head to the side, admittedly disappointed in her high heels, skinny jeans, and thin button up shirt. She felt so drab and lame. The blonde sighed, glanced down at her clothes and picked out one of the dresses to imagine on. Doing this was the only exception to her rule kay? Who wanted to waste time in a dressing room taking off all your clothes by hand? As said dress formed to her body, Alice smiled at how much better she felt looking at herself in it. Red, as form fitting as form fitting got, it hugged every curve she had starting a few inches above the knee. She adjusted her cleavage so the keyhole in her dress exposed it perfectly and glanced over her shoulder only to notice some strange dude in here all by himself. "Hey," She whispered over to him to get his attention if she hadn't already, turning to him to show off said dress she had on. "What do you think? Not enough tits, or just right?" Alice smiled, resting a hand on her hip while waiting on his response. Thread
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Post by Thread on Jul 12, 2016 0:00:12 GMT
“Hmm...Not bad.” Ozwin made a leisurely way through the aisles, his eyes glancing briefly over each expensive article before moving on. He wasn’t here to buy anything–after all, with his unique set of skills, he’d been able to create his own clothes for some time with minimal effort. Never mind that, as he made his way through the store, he got more than a few odd looks as nearby shoppers noted his less-than-orthodox attire. Or that it had been quite a long time since Oz had actually bought anything.
As Ozwin stopped for a moment near the dressing room, he heard someone address him in a bright, cheery voice. “Eh?” He turned to see who might be talking to him, and his mouth almost fell open. The young woman standing next to him was absolutely gorgeous. He couldn’t believe that he hadn’t noticed her before, and Oz struggled to keep from staring–at her bosom, mostly. As the saying went, however, resistance was ultimately futile.
“You have got to be joking.” He grinned, a pleasant enough smile, mostly, with just a trace of hunger–or lust–behind it. “You can never have enough tits.” Most people would have been extremely self-conscious even thinking such a thing, but then, Oz was not most people. He did, however, pause for a moment as if lost in thought. “Say, love, do I know you? Because I’m pretty sure I’d remember if we’d met. I never forget a face.” One hand reached up to the girl’s face and gently stroked her cheek. “Especially one as cute as yours...”
Oz finally pulled back, as he considered that his sudden advances might scare the lady away. Even so, there was something about this woman that told Oz she wasn’t so normal; he just couldn’t place it right then. Oz risked another peek at her cleavage, hoping she wouldn’t notice. Make that one or two things, he thought mischievously. “That’s quite the collection of clothes you’ve got there, sweetheart.” Ozwin nodded towards the lady’s overfilled shopping cart. “Are you planning on buying all those, or were you just trying them on? Of course, if you’re having trouble deciding I’d be happy to stick around until you’re done.” He leaned closer, the smile back on his face. “So how about it? Need any...help?”
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Post by Alice on Jul 12, 2016 0:34:18 GMT
That look he gave her, it was funny but not unpredictable. Alice smiled at his response, giggling as he admitted a very true statement indeed. At least in her case. She was a self centered being, and was quite fond of compliments, even if they were coming from complete strangers dressed in odd clothing. That she didn't mind either really. It made him stand out, and her certainly didn't look the type to be shopping in a place like this. Alice wondered if he was here with someone else, forced along by his parents, or some stupid girlfriend. The poor thing. Cupping her well endowed chest to further adjust them as he spoke, Alice glanced over at herself in the mirror one last time while he spoke before returning her attention to him. Did she know him? Her eyes looked him over, but she honestly couldn't say that she had. She was relatively knew in town after all, and she'd been keeping her status under wraps until most recently. She parted her lips to ask if perhaps he'd seen her in the news actually, but paused as he stroked her cheek and gave her more compliments. Oh gosh! She was going to have to keep an eye on this one, especially with that accent of his. Alice smiled at him after he pulled his hand away. "I do have a cute face don't I?" She giggled, noting his every look at her cleavage but not caring in the slightest. Instead she stepped closer to him, taking hold of his arm and quite literally pressing said bosom right against him. "Thing is I'm knew in town, and I've been dying for new clothes. I could pay for them like everyone else, but that's so boring." The blonde pouted, "So I'm gonna steal them~" If he was some goody two shoes loser she'd find out now, and again when she went up the counter to get all the stupid magnet tag things off of them. "But don't make a seen okay, or I might just have to kill you." One could consider these words severe, but they were said so joyfully..well maybe it was just made more scary, but she definitely wasn't kidding. Alice patted his cheek gently, still holding onto his arm with the other. "I like your accent by the way. Where are you from?"ThreadOOC: I assumed he had an accent cuz of where he's from. if not lemme know and I'll change~
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Jul 12, 2016 14:35:07 GMT
Post by Thread on Jul 12, 2016 14:35:07 GMT
Oz wasn’t quite sure what to make of this one. She seemed friendly enough–almost a little too friendly, to completely honest. It would be a serious understatement to say that Ozwin was enjoying the feeling of being pressed up against the luscious young lady, and she seemed to be liking it too. “We seem to be warming up to each other quite nicely,” he quipped. That said, something still didn’t seem quite right. And now he knew what it was. “You’re going to steal them?” Oz repeated with one eyebrow raised quizzically. “ That’s certainly an interesting piece of news, isn’t it?” He hadn’t been expecting this admission to come out of the woman’s mouth; most thieves didn’t inform complete strangers about their plans, after all. “Yes, very interesting. I’m sure there are plenty of people in this fair city who’d love to know that...the manager of this store, or the police, for example. So why tell me? After all, as far as you know, I could be anybody. What was so special about me?” Smirking slightly, “And don’t tell me it was the clothes. I already know they look strange. I suppose you could say it’s my style.” If she was looking for a shocked and horrified response born out of moral scruples or a sense of civic duty, Oz was going to have to disappoint her. As far as he could tell, he had neither of those things. He did, however, choose to err on the side of caution for the time being. He had no idea why his new acquaintance would divulge her intentions to him like this; perhaps it was a trap? Possible, but unlikely–Ozwin could tell that his companion was serious, even if she did keep it mostly hidden behind that carefree exterior of hers, and while Oz smirked when the woman started making threats, there was no doubt that she believed herself capable of killing him should he get in her way. If her intent had been to frighten him, however, it wasn’t working. Instead he was intrigued–fascinated, in fact. Like the proverbial moth drawn to the flame, Oz suddenly wanted to know more about this woman, to probe the depths of her depravity until he had explored every dark, dirty corner she had to offer. It was a tremendously exciting feeling, but Oz held himself in check for the time being. “You don’t have to worry about me, sweetheart. I won’t tell anyone. In fact, if I knew a little more about you–your name, for instance, and what you’re doing here–I’d say this little plan of yours could be quite fun for the both of us. That is, unless you think you can handle security all by yourself.” Realizing that it might be a good idea for the young lady to know a little bit about him as a show of confidence, “I’m Ozwin, by the way, but you can just call me Oz if you want. Everyone else does.” When the girl asked where he came from, Oz laughed lightly. “Accent’s that noticeable, is it? Well, I’m glad you like it, anyway. I’m from London, or at least I was before coming here. God save the Queen, and all that. But you seem to have figured things out quite nicely thus far. Smart girl.” Alice |
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Jul 12, 2016 19:27:19 GMT
Post by Alice on Jul 12, 2016 19:27:19 GMT
"Mhmm." She hummed in response to him as he repeated her statement but as a question instead. If he was going to have a problem with it there were a number of ways she could deal with him. She could be nice and just tie him up, imagine one of those hunter trap things that grab you and sweep you up into a net that dangles from the ceiling. Now that seemed fun. Or there was the more severe, that being death, but this guy was kind of funny. She liked that. Still, he didn't look scared or mortified by her propositions, so maybe he really would help and not become a complete nuisance and ruin her fun. She smirked, but ultimately couldn't resist a few giggles at his ridiculous question. Why did she tell him? "Just because silly." She chimed, pinching his cheek gently to tease him further before she let go to simply hug his arm. "I'm not scared of those dumb old police people, although the manager might be able to help get the stupid tag things off these clothes." Alas she didn't think he was the manager, not because of what he was wearing, but because he wasn't acting scared or terrified. Usually people weren't this calm around her after a threat. "No way! You're clothes are totally awesome." And then she'd remembered that she hadn't introduced herself yet thanks to his mention, and Alice let go of his arm to stand before him. "My name's Alice. It's a pleasure to meet you Ozi. Ah! And you have such a cute name." She patted his chest playfully, then held out a hand for them to shake all proper like. Thread
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Post by Thread on Jul 18, 2016 2:32:00 GMT
Well, at least Alice didn’t seem nervous about what she was about to do. Oz liked this girl’s confidence, although as he shook her outstretched hand he wondered whether she might be a little too sure of herself in this situation. The police might show up–or more probably, a store employee would call security personnel once they realized what was going on. And then the real fun would begin. Ozwin wasn’t worried–if anyone tried to stop him, he could take care of them easily. As long as he was in this store, it would serve as his own personal armory. Oz smirked when Alice started complimenting him. He figured she was trying to lure him into helping her through flattery, but some part of him wondered if she was possibly being sincere. Well, two could play at that game... Oz turned back to Alice. “Well, now we know each other’s names at least. Yours is quite lovely as well.” He waited for a moment, then noted, “Well, these clothes won’t steal themselves, after all. Shall we then?” Alice [Sorry if I've kept you waiting; I've been very busy the last few days preparing for (and attending) a relative's wedding, and I've barely had a moment to do anything else, posting included. Let the heist begin?] |
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