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Post by WILLIAMjamesCONSTABLE on May 23, 2009 20:11:30 GMT -5
Will hated shopping, like most men. He wished clothes would just appear i his closet when he needed them. It wasn't like he had a very demanding or dress code oriented job. Thank God. But then when he was supposed to cover major events, he had nothing to wear. So Will hauled himself to Macy's figuring that was as good a place as any to buy a suit that was both cool and casual enough to still be him and yet dressy enough to go to this meeting with the mayor and the big cheeses of New York.
He sighed, flipping through racks of suits that all looked about the same to him.
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Post by --- Isabel Abi van der Woodsen on May 24, 2009 10:19:05 GMT -5
It was no secret that Isabel was a huge fashion addict. She wasn't just a model because it was in her genes, she was a model because she adored fashion to the core, and unlike most of the girls she worked with, she was going a little more into it than looking good in the clothes and shopping lots. FIT had always been her dream place, she wanted to have fashion design under her belt, no ones beautiful forever, right?
Even so, shopping was a huge part of her fashion addicting. She practically lived in the stores, she was a big Barny's fan but she didn't just limit herself to there. She walked into Macy's, she needed a new bikini for go sees and she had see one advertised not to long ago that she already loved. As she was walking for the swimwear section she caught a climps of someone familiar. She couldn't quite be sure it was him, he did have his back to her, but that didnt stop her running up and jumping on his back, she could get away with weighing only 110.
She didn't even care that it might not be him, that she could just be jumping a total stranger, what was the worse that would happen? She'd make a bit of a fool of herself? Like she really cared, you get used to that when your a dits. "Guess whoo?" she bubbled. It shouldn't have been that hard even before he spoke, if it was him of course, how many people could he possibly know that were crazy enough to attack him like that?
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Post by WILLIAMjamesCONSTABLE on May 24, 2009 10:26:26 GMT -5
And then someone was on top of him, leaped onto his back, legs around him and hands over his Face. His first insticnt was to catch himself from falling over and his second feeling was to flip the person off his back. But as soon as he heard the voice, he laughed. It wasn't anyone attacking him, it was Izzy. "Izzy," He whined lightly. "Care to get off me?" Will could think of a million funny barnacle jokes at the moment, how she was holding on and had not let go.
"You're actually just the person I needed to see." He said. If anyone could help him find something it would be her. She was like a little sister to him and this was her forte.
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Post by --- Isabel Abi van der Woodsen on May 24, 2009 10:41:58 GMT -5
Izzy pulled a face when he told her to get down but slid off his back none the less with a light flop of her white flip flops. She was going for the summery, more casual look today in her denim skirt, white and silver tank with her hair in casual curls. She almost never put her hair up. "Mardy arse. Do you know how many guys in here would kill to have me jump on their back like a crazy cow girl?" she laughed, the whole big head was just a model thing, unavoidable though she had her own quirky way of being full of herself.
Isabel looked at the rail he was looking at then back at him "You, in a suit? This is going to be enter..." she stopped before she could finish and flashed him a 'you love me too much to get mad at me' smile before she started talking again "So, whats the occasion?" she needed a little detail before she could help him. He might have regretted asking her though, it may have been her forte but she did love to mess with him, of course she was going to try and get him into an aweful one, just so she could laugh at him when he came out of the changing rooms.
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Post by WILLIAMjamesCONSTABLE on May 24, 2009 10:50:07 GMT -5
"And you know how many girls would love to jump on the british man?" He said with a little laugh. Will never had any romantic thoughts about her and just the idea seemed weird. they were more like bickering siblings than anything else sometimes.
"I have to cover some meeting with the mayor and some other large business men." Will said with a sigh, looking around as if he thought wearing a suit would be the death of him. "I'm trying to find something formal that's still me enough." It wasn't like he hadn't dressed up before, but big dances or something was much more fun, more his thing than meetings.
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Post by --- Isabel Abi van der Woodsen on May 24, 2009 11:23:47 GMT -5
Izzy rolled her big brown eyes and folded her arms over her chest "Oh, get over yourself. There isn't enough room for two big heads in this relationship" she teased. She had never seen Will in any romantic way. Of course she could tell he was a sexy beast, she wasn't blind and she wasn't that stupid. But she never looked at him that way and never could. He was like a big brother to her and it would just be creepy to think of it in that way. The idea alone sent a shiver down her spine, especially since one of her newest friends has said 'your boyfriends such a cutie!' the day before. She almost barfed at the accusation.
She pulled a face at the occasion "Ugh, fun stuff." she said flatly. His job was pretty cool, sometimes but that definatly sounded like a 'shoot me now' side to it. Even so, she turned to the rail and started looking through. She was the perfect person for the job, mid way through getting a degree in fashion and she knew him almost as well as she knew herself. "Arms out." she warned him without looking away. Before he could argue she threw two suits onto his arm without even checking he had them out. Once she was done he had about 6 to try on. One super ugly one that she had mingles in with her serious picks. She could come up with a lie and say it would bring out his eyes or something if he tried to resist trying it on.
"Come on." she was pretty bossy when she wanted to be and she pushed him towards the changing rooms. Not that she could push him if he didn't do all the work. She was weak as hell.
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Post by WILLIAMjamesCONSTABLE on May 24, 2009 11:34:54 GMT -5
Will laughed and shook his head. "Hey there missy, there's no need for tone." he said pretending to scold her. He felt so responsible for her, like a much older brother or friend, but they were really very close in age when it came down to it. "I had a big head first so I get to keep mine." He joked, sticking out his arms as directed.
He looked at them as she pushed him into the changing rooms. "Do I really have to put on the ugly one?" he called out, knowing she would say yes. So he put it on anyway and stepped out of the room laughing. "How do I look? Like I've been stripped of all dignity? That's what I think." Will said making a face.
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Post by --- Isabel Abi van der Woodsen on May 24, 2009 11:53:16 GMT -5
"Your a journo, you don't need yours. I, on the other hand..." Izzy was always making jokes about models, big headed, anorexic, lazy, botoxed bitches. She wasn't quite your typical model, not the ones she knew anyway, half of the girls she was friends with were all heroin addict crazy people that were totally obsessed with themselves. She was just a giddy, childish wild child that jus happened to have to body and the face to pull off the job.
"Hey, none of my choises are ugly!" she snapped at him like she was offended and like she thought it was just as nice as the rest of them. She waited for him to come out and managed not to laugh. "Gimme' a twirl." she said and let out a bit of a giggle "I personally think you look sexy as hell but... It's your suit." she laughed. If she had thought she was stelth enough, she would have snuck her phone out and took a picture but she knew there was no way she would get one before he dived behind the curtain so she just didn't bother. "Just put it on the maybe pile." she finally said, his cue that he could go back in and try on the serious ones.
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Post by WILLIAMjamesCONSTABLE on May 24, 2009 12:01:59 GMT -5
William just laughed and ducked into the room again shedding the horrible ensemble and putting on one that might work. It was a navy blue, pretty nondescript really, but it looked good quality material. He looked at himself in the mirror for a while before he came out and did a little twirl for her. As far as he was concerned, he had no opinion until Izzy had seen them all. Simple as that. He'd let her give her piece and then he'd make a decision, since ultimately he would be the one wearing it.
"So?"
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Post by --- Isabel Abi van der Woodsen on May 24, 2009 12:21:57 GMT -5
Izzy waited, flicking through the rejected rail while she waited, just to see what other people had tried and then put back. She didn't even feel a little awkward standing there alone in the mens changing room, she was more than used to standing around with guys in just their CK boxers, it was the guys that were in there that seemed a little uneasy that she was there, pottering around to keep herself busy.
She turned around when she heard Will and shook her head a little when he span around. She rested her chin on her hand and studied the navy suit. "Hmm, not bad. Damn I'm good." she mumbled the last bit to herself but didn't try and make it to quite for him to hear. She laughed a little and nodded. "You like it?" she asked him with a smirk. She was prettys sure most of the others she had picked out would be just as fabulous but he was a guy and she knew him too well, he just wanted what ever was fastest to get him out of the store.
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Post by WILLIAMjamesCONSTABLE on May 24, 2009 12:28:14 GMT -5
"Yeah," he said with a shrug. He liked either jeans or black tie. Suits were too in between, too white collar worker. It was just weird. He wasn't the type of guy to wear a suit. Not uptight, not CEO, and it just felt... weird. "As much as I can like a suit I suppose."
"So which one do I have to try on next?" he asked her, one hand on the door. He really just wanted to get out of here.
ooc- writer's block ><
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Post by --- Isabel Abi van der Woodsen on May 24, 2009 12:57:42 GMT -5
If you asked Izzy, suits were pretty annoying too, she liked her casual guys more than her proper dressed richie riches. They were always so drab and boring. Most overly work orientated people were boring.
"I guess that was my fave, so, since im nice... We could just stop at that one, leave the others. But I have to go and try a bikini on upstairs. Make sure it looks as good on me as it does on the model..." she rambled, talking faster with each word.
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Post by WILLIAMjamesCONSTABLE on May 24, 2009 14:59:07 GMT -5
He laughed and dashed back inside to changed into his normal clothes, grabbing the suit and paying for it. he figured he wouldn't wear a tie and he'd just wear a white buttoned down shirt, since he had one of those already.
"Alright, let me buy this and then I'll tell you how you look in the bikini." He said with a laugh. She probably hadn't expected him to be listening to her ramblings. but he was a writer, he had to remember what people said.
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Post by --- Isabel Abi van der Woodsen on May 26, 2009 19:10:30 GMT -5
Izzy waited, leant up against the wall opposite Wills changing room looking at her hair checking for the hint of a split end as she often did when she was waiting for something or someone. She was just moving onto start checking her nails when he came out. The sheer beauty of shooping with guys, they didn't take their time. They got it over and done with as soon as possible. Sure, she adored shopping but it wasn't that much fun shopping for other people. Not half as much fun as shopping for yourself, anyway.
She walked beside him to the counter so he could buy his suit and smiled when he said he would tell her what he though. "Good, I really need a second opinion, my big head sometimes gets in my way." she joked. But of course it was going to look good on her, she was a bikini model.
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Post by WILLIAMjamesCONSTABLE on May 26, 2009 19:49:09 GMT -5
Will got up to the register and bought his this quickly as he could. he couldn't stand malls, and he wasn't going to spend a second more than he needed to spend. He signed the receipt and was at was at Izzy's side. "Oh stop checking you hair, you look good, come on." He teased, ushering her to the escalator up to were he knew the bikini's were. He knew it had to be upstairs due to the gaggle of girls that was going on ahead of them, talking far too loud for an indoor public place.
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