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Post by Charlotte Lebeau on Aug 5, 2013 6:06:26 GMT
Charlotte sighed, defeated, & headed into the room, dumping her book bag gently on the floor in the corner & tossing her school robes on top. Once the first stress was on & settled on her properly, she poked her head out, before stepping out. "I look like a prostitute."
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Post by Lisa Turpin on Aug 5, 2013 6:15:13 GMT
Lisa cocked an eyebrow and waited for Charlotte to fully step out of the fitting room when she didn't on her own she yanked her arm and made her step out, dropping her jaw she smirked "no no dear you look gorgeous!" she nodded smiling sweetly "turn!" she gestured for her to turn with one finger.
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Post by Charlotte Lebeau on Aug 5, 2013 6:22:01 GMT
The smaller blonde groaned softly & twirled a little, the bottom of the dress splaying out a little as if it were more enthusiastic than she was. "This is ridiculous." she insisted, as she finally came to face her again. "I look like a funeral-procession stripper." she insisted, immediately blushing & grabbing the strap as it threatened to slide down her shoulder.
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Post by Lisa Turpin on Aug 5, 2013 6:36:02 GMT
Lisa put hr hands on her hips and snapped affectionately "Charlotte Lebeau you look fantastic now get your cute but back in that fitting room and try something else on!" she demanded and pointed her finger
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Post by Charlotte Lebeau on Aug 5, 2013 6:39:13 GMT
"Don't look at my butt." was the only pout she managed to respond with, unable to come up with anything better as she slumped back into the dressing room to try another one, peeking her head out the door before saying, "I look like Ashley. Which would be fine, except she's, y'know, a total saint who doesn't have skimmed knees from falling up the moving stairs." she pointed out, stepping a little bit out of the room to show off the white dress that was allover printed with a pastel-toned flower pattern. The dress was summery & girly & adorable, but it just made her feel out of place.
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Post by Lisa Turpin on Aug 5, 2013 6:44:40 GMT
Lisa cocked an eyebrow "it looks great but I can tell you are uncomfortable so try another one" she shoved the girl back into the small room and waited patiently.
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Post by Charlotte Lebeau on Aug 5, 2013 6:49:05 GMT
"What is up with you?" she was practically laughing as she shut the door again. This was sort of slowly turning out to be less torturous. She bit her lip & grabbed a red dress out of the group & looked at it before letting the floral dress drop to her ankles & pulling it over her head instead.
She caught sight of herself in the mirror & smirked. A little bit better. Maybe a little dressy, but it was simple. She nudged the door open & backed out, still in the process of finger-combing the changing-clothes static out of her hair through the mirror in the dressing room.
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Post by Lisa Turpin on Aug 5, 2013 7:13:40 GMT
Lisa's eyes widened when she saw Charlotte come out once again "ok. you need to buy that" she smirked and mock wiped a tear from her eye "Merlin I am good" smiling brightly she nodded excitedly "that dress is amazing!"
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Post by Charlotte Lebeau on Aug 5, 2013 7:53:04 GMT
"Excuse me, I'm amazing." she corrected, before smirking a little & glancing at her reflection again. It was pretty. She was just fairly sure she'd never have an opportunity to wear it. She didn't exactly go anywhere fancy.
"I'll consider it." she promised, being honest. "In the meantime, maybe something that's not going to get me an impromptu 'working opportunity' on the corner." she smirked, stepping back into the room & pulling the door shut.
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Post by Lisa Turpin on Aug 5, 2013 8:23:03 GMT
Lisa snorted "are you saying my taste is trashy? excuse you I am not Vanessa Vaisey!" she snapped defensively with a flick of her hair then flicked her hand "fine fine" waving the girl off as she went back into the room she boredly picked at her nails with a deep sigh.
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Post by Charlotte Lebeau on Aug 5, 2013 17:11:26 GMT
"That's not even close to what I was saying." she said bluntly, giving the girl a condescending look before vanishing behind the door again to change once more.
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