Blending In (Nova)

[Eva Fortescue]

Eva walked down the streets of San Fran. She was in a large shopping center area, so the crowds were rather large and annoying to move around. She didn’t even know why she was here. The girl didn’t enjoy shopping, or large crowds of people and she wasn’t in the best of moods today either. She was trying to be, really she was…it was just hard considering what had happened in the last few days.

Making her way through another large string of people, she turned a corner and found a less crowded street, with small street shops adorning it. Most of them sold clothes, jewellery, and other trinkets of sorts. At least she blended it with the people here. Believe it or not, Eva had actually wore plain jeans, converse, and a polo instead of her usual business attire. It was too flashy for school, so she needed some ‘teen’ clothes.

As she continued to walk, she happened to pass a cute little shop. Her eyes were covered with shades, so no one knew she was looking at their merchandise. She didn’t take two step more, when she found herself looking back at the shop and saw all their racks of clothes toppled over. Did someone knock them over on purpose?

“You there?! What the hell did you do that for?!” shouted the guy that owned the place.

“Moi? I do believe you are mistaken. I didn’t even come close to touching your merchandise.”

Tsk tsk. Talking like that would only make her more suspicious.

[jiro]

[[OOC: Sorry for the wait! I'ma little off my game~ XD...]]

Once again, she didn't understand why, but she was out and about. With no particular destination, the girl wandered aimlessly; until of course she found herself at the gates of hell! Yes, the land that consumed so many people! Though, Nova had nothing to fear! For it looked like she dressed in the dark, most of the time. For one the girl cast aside her usual bright colours, for something a little darker. As usual, she wore her black buckled collar, the black puffy hat with the pink band, the white and black blazer, that went over top of a black sundress that reached about her knees, knee high black and white striped socks, and a pair of black rubber soled flats. Yes, she took the little girls advice. Nova wasn't going to fall on her face, no sir-e. It would be a good day, an accident free day.

Pushing open the Gates of Hell, Nova submerged herself into the crowds of people. They all seemed to be in their own little world, not worrying about those around them. Never looking to see who they stepped on. But of course, being a teenager seemed to be a different thing, especially when passing one of her own kind. Yur, the piercing eyes of a fellow member of the age group. Yes, their judging eyes, noticing her clothes. Followed by words she could barely heard and laughter of a group. Normal day in public. The tanned girl continued on, not really caring what the group had to say. After all, she'd never see the again, so its not like their opinion mattered. She wore a smile on her face as she passed by the group, ignoring as they asked her foolish questions. Nova was close to a store, when she noticed a girl looking at a window... Yes, something so random. She watched as the girl walked away.

But of course, nothing was ever perfect for her, she'd always find a way to make a fool of herself. Slipping on some soda spilled by a child, Nova collided with the racks of clothing, knocking them over and disappearing from sight. There was a roar of laughter in the distance, which could only mean that 'they' saw her display too. Tangled in some hideous excuses for clothing, Nova fought to escape her new prison; all the while trying her best not to ruin anything. As she did so, there was the sound of talking. It was the store manager harassing the red haired girl. OH no! She's getting in trouble because of me!!So? Its not right!

Shuffling about beneath the fallen clothes, Nova tried to free herself. Moments later, after a battle with a strange contraption, which was obviously some kind of shirt. Nova got to her feet, bending over quickly to pick up her hat; she didn't want to lose it. "Excuse me sir, I was the one that knocked it over."

[Eva Fortescue]

“You were the one?!”

Eva watched as a girl crawled out of the tangle of clothing to finally breath fresh air again. With Eva being Eva the first thing that went through her mind was how the world was full of idiots. Yet she had a certain sympathy for the girl, for she was trying to save Eva the hassle of dealing with the overwhelmed merchant. Honestly, who got so made over some fallen clothing?

The shop owner was about to say something more, when Eva interjected.

“She apologized. Drop it.”
“No!! This is--!”

Sighing, Eva reached into her pocket and gave him several $100 dollar bills. Luckily the rack of clothing the girl had toppled over weren’t designers and were on sale, but she had to admit, they did look like they’d suit they girls’ style quite nicely. The merchant shut up and waved a hand at them, mumbling something along the lines of taking the clothing and leave. As for the laughing group of girls in the distance, all Eva had to do was glare at them with her hazel hues and they shut up.

Turning to the girl she spoke.

“There you go, now you have a whole new wardrobe.”

Eva was hesitant as to what to do next. Should she help the girl gather all her new clothes, or should she simply walk away? Well, she already paid for the clothes, may as well help her out for a little while longer. Seriously, since when did she get to nice? Grabbing some paper bags, she began to stuff random shirts into it.