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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2013 2:30:13 GMT -5
The... salon. Were it anyone else saying it, Charlotte would assume that they were talking about one of those cheap hair-cutting places that she's always been taken to for that sort of thing. That she could handle. But since this is Selina talking, she can only assume that means they're going to a real salon... wonderful...
Luckily, she's distracted by that thought by the process of reviewing all the things that she scanned. Though now that she's being confronted by just how long that list is, she goes notably quiet at first - simply making sure that she didn't miss anything that was on the list, though she also got a few things that weren't. Though when Selina asks about the desk, Charlotte does pause to say, "Um, well, if you don't want it either - Goodwill?" It's a pretty natural thought for her actually - how many times when she was little did her parents drill it into her that you don't just toss something that's still good? She's seen a lot of things go to Goodwill. She's also seen a lot of things from Goodwill.
Refocusing her attention back on the list, she tries not to let it all overwhelm her. Fortunately it's all there, so she won't have to add to it. Though her expression falls slightly as Selina mentions all of it getting delivered. "...fun..." she echos, her excessively flat tone indicating just how much fun she suspects that will be. And as 'fun' as she expects the salon will be too, not having to worry about all that stuff for awhile will be nice. So she's quick enough to follow Selina outside.
Only to be assaulted by the woman's excessive affection - though she only protests against it by going limp against the movement. The words are far more appreciated because, though a part of her is certain that Selina would have said that no matter what she'd picked, yes she did find some fantastic pieces. In fact, a few of them she'll even admit to herself that she looks forward to having... But she won't admit that to Selina - at least not now anyway - so she instead responds by giving an under-enthusiastic, "Okay..."
The salon proving to be exactly what she feared it would be, Charlotte tries to force herself to be okay with it. It doesn't fully work, but at least she manages to keep herself from protesting. It takes her a moment to figure out what to do with her nails, but eventually she decides that she would like her toes to be - surprise - red, while she favors a subtle pink for her fingernails. But that question is easy when compared to what Sheryl asks. "I don't know - I like my hair..." she replies somewhat quietly. Well, yes, the ends are quite ragged and it could use a bit of TLC, but she certainly doesn't want it changed.
Fortunately, Charlotte is hardly the first uncomfortable first timer Sheryl has dealt with, and she's quick to recommend what she reassures is a very minimal but needed trim. In fact, once the girl agrees to that, she similarly goes down the list of everything else that they can do to her hair with an eye toward making it healthier and easier to manage rather than changing its appearance, and the explanations of each do much to reassure Charlotte that nothing horrible will be done to her.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2013 3:12:42 GMT -5
Now that is the exact reason why Selina went to this salon. Knowing Sheryl has a way with words, and with the shears, Selina smiles, leaning back into her chair as another stylist brings out a bowl of not quite hot water to soak her hands in while her feet soak as well. "Good choices, I noticed you like red nearly as much as I enjoy purple." Lame attempt at conversation, but she's still trying to not overwhelm Charlotte. "I'm glad you and Sheryl came to a compromise on your hair. It's got fantastic potential, but just needs a bit of TLC, and chopping it off is -not- an option."
Closing her eyes, she hopes her own long, waved tresses will convince the girl she isn't going to force her to do what she wants, but she's not going to be ok with one word answers, either. Touching back on the thoughts of the desk, Selina nods. "Goodwill sounds likes a plan. We'll have to fit that in sometime." After shopping and setting up her room, figuring out school, ID, and all the rest.
"For now, we have a bit of downtime during the mani/pedi, then they will shift us to get our hair done. I believe Diane is going to cut your hair." And color it, took, if Charlotte wants a few highlights, possible a bold red streak here and there as she has seen the kids doing? And while the name Diane sounds daunting, a petite, twenty something is talking to Sheryl already, her long red hair cut into glorious waves.
It's not that long before their feet are massaged, nails polished, and their hands following suit, before those awkward flimsy flip-flop things are slipped on to their feet and they're ushered over to a chair where their respective stylist will assess their hair, ask a few questions to confirm with what they want done, before the dye for highlights are prepared, applied, and Selina is at least let sit for a few minutes as she scrolls through her phone. If Charlotte chooses to get them, she can, but a phone call comes through as she rolls her eyes, and fits in her earpiece, as holding her phone so close to her head would be unmanageable. Once the phone call is over, she's ushered over to get her hair washed, the foil removed, and smiles as she sees Diana and Charlotte perusing a color book, and one comprised of of different styles.
Next thing she knows she's back in the chair, her own hair being trimmed and styled, Charlotte following her in kind. Only when both of their hair is cut, styled, and dried does Selina crook a finger to Diane. Walking the duo over to a different area, one that Selina is quite familiar with. Raising her brows, she allows Diana to explain a few simple tactics; eyeliner, a bit of gloss, mascara for day to day, and then starts showing Charlotte the different products for a more ...fancy evening out. Shadows, primer, blushes, pressed powder, and lets the teen pick out different shades, steering her in the right direction if it's not quite right for her colouring. "No crabbing, yet. We have a function to attend in a few weeks, so this is necessary." Charlotte can ask all the questions she wants about that.
Once their purchases are made, Charlotte is given two different pouches; one smaller one with day to day tools for makeup, some face-wash and moisturizer, and other errata, and another with the 'event' makeup, as well as some hair products; binders, a few barrettes, a brush, comb, spray bottle, and a few elixirs, all in a paper bag that is handed to the teenager. Selina is handed her own bag, while she makes an appointment for the two of them for the Gala event, and smiles, handing over her card again, signing, and slipping the receipt into her purse. Its nearing noon, and she's rather excited that Charlotte's ID photo can be taken now. "What do you think about lunch? We have clothing next, before or after that." Perhaps an open ended question will eke a few more words out.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2013 15:48:27 GMT -5
"It's a powerful color," Charlotte replies with a shrug when Selina remarks on the red. In fact she can't think of any other color that comes remotely close to vying for it in supremacy - though that's of course her own perspective. She doesn't hate purple, but it's too... pretentious to her. Red is real. Though she's very quick to agree with Selina on the subject of whether it should be shorter. "No!" she says emphatically. It was only Sheryl's insistence that it would do her hair a world of good to lose the very frayed ends that convinced her to consent to even that much.
Now that most of the bigger decisions are over, Charlotte actually finds herself able to relax somewhat as their nails are attended to. It feels a little weird at first to let someone touch her feet, but she has to admit that it's nice to have not only someone else but someone with better skill wrangle them into a neat, orderly state. And then her fingernails follow suit, though she ignores the lady's tsk-tsk about how short they are. Eh, long nails just get in the way. It is nice to have them cleaned up, though.
Then it's time for hair. Charlotte is no more eager to get it dyed than she is to get it trimmed - streaks, even red ones, are completely out of the question. Though after a the consultations are over, Selina may notice that dye does become involved. The dark brown highlights, only a shade or two lighter than her natural color, are hardly noticeable at all but they add just a bit of dimension to her otherwise rather uniformly colored locks. She's also quite resistant to too much shaping, though one thing that Charlotte gets talked into is a lot of fine layering - her hair tends to err on the side of being too thick, after all, so simply thinning it out is helpful and may even convince her to let it out of it's usual ponytail more often. In fact, when it comes time for it to be styled, that's what Diane does with it - simply smoothing it so that it falls down past her shoulders in soft waves.
And just when Charlotte is deciding that maybe all of this wasn't so bad, they're suddenly discussing makeup. Which proves to be very educational to Charlotte. She's used a few things before, usually with mixed results, but she's never had anyone really explain it to her so she doesn't know all the little helpful tricks to make sure that the end result is actually good. That said, she's once again resistant to anything too dramatic - favoring soft pinks over any of the bolder colors. Then again, as Diane points out, she's only sixteen and she really doesn't need very much makeup to look her best and probably won't until she's old enough to want to look younger. Though she does need something, especially if she wants to glam it up - her dark hair has a tendency to make her pale skin appear that much lighter, and if you get foundation involved to even out her skin tone it also manages to hide what little color she does have - blush is then required or she looks completely washed out. But though Charlotte is fairly quiet during the whole process she appears to be absorbing it all relatively well. Though she is quick to look at Selina and ask, "'Function'?" What does that even mean?
At least as Selina pays for the stuff at this place, it doesn't seem as uncomfortable as getting all that furniture. She's not exactly sure why, though - a quick glance inside the bag that she's given reveals that she once again has acquired too many things. But she actually feels somewhat empowered. Between the foster homes, time on the streets, juvie, and other chaos of the past few years, she started to become a young woman and yet nobody ever sat her down and taught her how to make herself 'pretty'. Well... not anyone who knew what they were talking about, anyway - she's sure that if Selina had ever seen Maureen, she'd agree that woman should not be teaching anyone about hair. Or makeup. And to finally have that problem fixed, even just at a fairly basic level, is really nice, actually.
So she's in a rather good mood when Selina asks about lunch. "Well, I'm definitely hungry now," she says first, her stomach making the question of when to eat a very simple one. But after frowning for a moment as she tries to decide what sort of food she wants, instead she says, "Um, can you pick this time?" Because it occurs to her that she picked breakfast this morning and dinner last night, but far from trying to dodge making another decision she's actually kind of curious about where Selina would want to go eat.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2013 21:20:23 GMT -5
Selina nods to the question. "Function. Usually used as a verb, but in this case, a Gala. Here-" Handing Charlotte a thick cardstock envelope, it's addressed to her, as "Ms. Charlotte Geier" in script. "I've been pulled into hosting an event, a Gala, black tie, for a project I'm headlining." Even she rolls her eyes at all the words she's using, but she doesn't quite want to spoil the invite. Once Charlotte -has- looked at the invite, she then explains it a bit more. "Food, dancing, an auction, alcohol, and a lot of people watching while everyone is dressed their best. Jewelry, makeup, and lots of ...interesting talk." Boiling it down to gossip, people watching, and politics seems so boring.
"But if you don't want to go, you don't have to. For me, it's an awkward blend of business, and pleasure, because a lot of my friends will be there, and I'm trying to raise money. So, eh." Shrugging her shoulders as they start walking, her mind as well is on food. And the fact she was grateful Charlotte didn't take too close of a look at her nails. While getting a manicure is nice, no one really thinks on how the mechanisms within her gloves utterly eat the hell out of her nails. So for her, it's almost mandatory to get the damage covered up, if not repaired. Thankfully it's an easy cover to just 'pop into the salon for a mani/pedi!'
"So there is purpose to this. And, sadly, Maureen sounds...a bit dated." Which is all she states on the former foster-mother. Because she's seen photos of the woman, and honestly? She's not impressed, and her opinion lowered significantly when she read the paperwork that Maureen had written concerning the 16 year old.
After a block of walking, Selina is torn. Oriental anything sounds good right now, but so does one of those soft-serve yogurt places where you can dump on nearly anything. Stopping on the sidewalk, Selina sighs lightly, finally heading into the direction of the second place. "Frozen yogurt? That's what sounds fantastic to me right now." A few minutes later they're in line for 'lunch.'
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2013 23:10:31 GMT -5
As Charlotte examines the invitation and listens to Selina explain the further details of it, she doesn't seem to be overly thrilled with the idea. But, after a moment of mulling it over, she sounds fairly positive when she says, "Okay." But what else are you going to expect? She only as a very, very vague idea what a 'Gala' is or what 'black tie' means, but it sounds like something way too stuffy to get that excited about. It sounds just barely on the right side of 'interesting' to make her have any interest in going.
Perusing the invitation a moment more, she shifts her backpack around so that she can put it and the bag full of beauty products inside as she idly comments, "I don't see why this is better than a text or an email or something..." But then again, she has similar opinions on pretty much anything formal or traditional - isn't that sort of thing outdated yet?
Somewhat intrigued as she watches Selina trying to make a choice, her eyebrows raise in surprise when it turns out to be a frozen yogurt place. Though she supposes that can count as lunch if you want it to badly enough. "I'm not gonna complain," she replies as they head inside and get in line. Though when she gets inside at first nothing sounds good. But after surveying her choices, she opts for plain vanilla yogurt and covers it with granola and various fruit bits. Which is different from the blend of chocolate and caramel that she'd normally favor, but that just seems better today. Maybe because it's 'lunch'.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2013 1:39:14 GMT -5
It's better than an outward show of disgust, at least. So after Charlotte gets her 'lunch' Selina follows with a mix of espresso, vanilla, and a cherry flavor. A few things are added in, and They go to sit at the counter, which has an immovable bar-stool. "Some things still need to be done formally, and e-mail and text just won't cut it. They're not my favorite people that are going to be there, but then again, it's going to be work for me, so it's not always fun. But there will be enough interesting people to keep an eye on, as well." Even though she can plan that not many other kids will be there, it should be a decent enough introduction for Charlotte to society.
Closer to being finished, Selina tosses her cup and spoon in the trash, hoping the teen follows suit. "Now, onward to clothing, shoes, etc." Pulling out another list, Selina hands it over to Charlotte. This one is oddly specific, with several types of pants, skirts, shirts, and dresses on it. PJs are on there, as well as the standard undergarments. Exercise outfits are also explicitly explain as such. What Charlotte tends to prefer will be better than 'assigning.' There are several stores Selina wants to go to, but they're starting at a bigger place that tends to have a better selection for youth. What she was able to glean from Charlotte's choices were..much like her own, but with a splash more color.
Once they cross the threshold, they're met by several salespeople, to a woman with a green streak in her hair, Selina hands a slip of paper. It's several minutes later and they're ushered to several racks of pants, sweaters, jeans; you name it, and left alone. "I thought you'd want to ..pick a few of your own things, but because, well, at least to me, shopping for all things at once is tiring. So I had a few things pulled...based on what you indicated your style and preference were..." Taking two hangers off the rack, Selina holds out a pair of dark-so dark, the blue indigo is nearly black; skinny jeans, and a wine-colored blouse with a bit of embellishment.
Explaining exactly how to put an outfit together is hard, but there are some basics she can pass along, even though she breaks some of the stated 'rules' herself at times. "Usually I try to go for a pair of bottoms, then a top. If you go tight on the top, try to balance it out with something not so fitted on the bottom. And vice versa. If you're showing a lot up top, cover up on the bottom. It's just...cheap, and tacky to show off a lot of arm, as well as a lot of leg." Unless it's...called for, but that is different. On the racks there are a multitude of muted colors, jewel tones, thick knits, and a few 'other' jackets. A leather, trendy one, a thicker, longer pea-coat, a rain one. "And we still have a few other areas to shop, so this isn't a be all, end all. Go try on, or mix and match, and once we have this whittled down, we can go explore a bit more." And find her a dress for the Gala, which is always fun to tie together dress, shoes, accessories.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2013 18:40:36 GMT -5
As her mouth is full of frozen yogurt when Selina explains the point of a formal invitation, her only response is, "Mmm." Which roughly translates into 'if you say so'. As far as she's concerned, doing anything a particular way just because 'that's the way you do it' is stupid. In spite of her initial hesitation to the idea, the frozen yogurt really hits the spot once she's started eating it and it disappears quickly. Though when Selina reminds her what they're doing next, a part of her kind of wishes that she'd taken her time more...
Once again there's a list, though, and it's bound to be helpful. Though as she skims it, she can't help but mentally add up a few things - so in total she needs to get... that many pairs of just pants? Different types, yes, but still! That's just as ridiculous as living in a place big enough for everyone to have their own bathroom... Fortunately, after having gone through everything she went through this morning, she's more inclined to just sigh internally and do what Selina wants. Even if she's sure that she'll only have to do laundry once a month. She still thinks that the woman is nuts, but perhaps there's a method to her madness.
When they reach the store, Charlotte finds that they're, once again, getting special treatment. She's not about to complain about the selection being narrowed down for her, though - there's still enough pieces to look through to make her feel just a little bit dizzy. "Okay," she says as her eyes drift over the racks, noting that there does seem to be a high percentage of things that she might like. Still, when Selina starts into an explanation on pairing bottoms and tops, she's all ears - anything at all that might make looking through all this easier is wonderful. It's useful advice, though the last point causes Charlotte to make a scoffing snort. "I'll say..." she says. After all, she has eyes and she's seen people do that - especially during summer - and the results are anywhere from being obnoxious to disgusting, usually depending on how good of shape the person is in.
"Okay," she says, clutching the list and forcing herself to get started. Scanning the list and the racks for a few moments, she decides that she should get the easier stuff out of the way first. Which is mostly the casual stuff - she may not be used to picking these things out for herself very much, but she is used to wearing them and therefore has preferences. Jeans, casual shirts, sweaters, and such are quickly looked through, tried on, and chosen. Keeping Selina's advice in mind, she tries to go with things that will pair nicely, and Selina may even notice a few rather satisfied smiles in the dressing room mirror. Once again, not having to worry about price is rather liberating for the girl, who was raised having to just accept thrift store fare. Having nice clothes actually has a lot of negative connotations for her, as her foster families were so eager to provide her with such things, and yet they didn't trust her ability to pick nearly as much.
Though as she starts running out of the easier categories and has to start looking for dress pants, skirts, and blouses (not shirts - blouses) she also starts to look lost. "Um..." she says, glancing from the list to Selina. She's not sure if she wants to admit that she's stuck and needs help or not. Or she knows that she doesn't want to admit it, but refusing to do so would cause far more problems. She's just never worn those kind of things very much at all, so how is she supposed to pick them out?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2013 10:16:08 GMT -5
She didn't become this mad overnight. Her own education had been quite...intensive in Europe, as a barely-legal woman, tutored by her French and Italian friends. And in Europe...fashion, food, the way of life is something...quite different than Gotham, even though she's able to subvert some of the more drastic behaviors, and make them her own. So when she hands over the list, Charlotte's facial expressions...and pure disgust are clear. Well, if she's that irritated by the whole thing, there are other options. She could go back to Maureen, she could go back to the street. But the gestures haven't crossed the line yet, so Selina makes note of them, and lets them slide for the time being.
Sitting as Charlotte hesitantly picks through the clothing, she notes that it takes a few minutes for her to get her bearing, but soon understand how to piece things together. Piping up here and there, substituting a shirt, or sweater, she's keen to see Charlotte is getting it. "Not everything has to match all the time. Going monochromatic is fun at times, too." When Charlotte exits the small changing room to look into the mirror, she offers up a few smiles and thumbs up, or 'neutral' signs as well. Being a teen is a time for experimentation, but some thing are just never ok to wear, no matter your size and shape.
Glancing up from her phone when she hears the teen, Selina nods, and looks from the emptied rack, to the one that still does have items on it. Mostly skirts, nicer pants, and blouses, along with a few fancier cardigans, and blazers. "This can be the hardest, or the most fun part," she says, fingertips walking through a few hangers as she reorganizes them. "As a basic rule, black, grey, brown, and a color are good to work with, with dashes of white, or shades of white. In this case, dressier pants; flared, and a decent pair of wide-legged are nice, in black, and grey. Finding a coordinating jacket works, and skirts, too." She's able to hold up the pieces, showing how the basics fit together. "After that, always have on hand at least a white button down; crisp cotton works. Then you can have fun. That wine colored top you picked? Toss that in with the more formal sweater, and this skirt-" She holds up the charcoal grey pencil skirt, "And you can be a bit more funky, demure, or more classic." Selecting an embellished pale rose colored blouse, she sets it aside, along with a half-lace, but not in a grandmotherly way, and a few other delicate items for Charlotte to sift through. In a way, it's like re-inventing oneself, as well as defining your personality. While she finds herself quite approving of most of the wardrobe, some of her own items are quite ...edgy. But there is a time and place for each article she does own. "We'll get there, but shoes sometimes make the outfit. A decent pair of heels, or even flats. Cole Haans' are like walking on air..." She murmurs, before holding up another trio of items; this tie a pair of cropped black pants, a green sweater with leather accents, and a not quite mini-skirt in black 'leather' as well. "Just because it's not denim, doesn't make it boring. And sometimes, the different fabrics are less fatiguing. Layering works in the crappy Gotham weather, too." She keeps it short, but after re-arranging a few more things on the hangers, she steps back and lets Charlotte make her own choices once she has a few more...guidelines.
After all the choices have been made, they don't even bother to take the clothing anywhere, as it's gathered by an associate to be boxed, hung, and laundered before being sent back home as well. "Now, shoes. Then we can look for more comfortable clothing, and a few ...fancier dresses and accessories. Then, electronics! Unless there is a different order you want to tackle those things?" It doesn't really matter which order they're done, as long as each thing gets marked off her list. "And, as much as I hate shopping for it, but you need new lingerie." Raising a brow as she braces for the eyeroll, or worse, Selina gives Charlotte a second to take that in. "Nice things. Bras, underwear, slips, stockings; and nice stockings, not the crap that tears after three minutes of wearing it. And trust me, once you get the nice things, it's not as much of a hassle to pick it out, and wear it. Socks, too. I wouldn't expect you to wear heels to the gym."
Flashing the girl a wink, they're off to the next store with purpose, already have accomplished quite a bit in such a short time. Three hours and forty-five minutes, if anyone's counting.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2013 20:06:03 GMT -5
When Selina steps in with more advice, Charlotte is relieved - if only because she didn't have to actually ask. Very attentive now, even if her goal here is more to just get through this task than it is with any thought of having a new wardrobe to enjoy, she nods periodically to show that she's understanding. Or at least she thinks that she does... It's all just a lot to absorb. "Okay," she says, hesitating a bit before she gets started, but at least she doesn't feel completely stuck now.
And though she starts somewhat carefully by simply trying on the outfits that Selina used as examples, when she's finished with that she starts to branch out into the other options with more confidence in her choices. Even if seeing herself in such things seems kind of... weird, actually. But though it's slower going than at first, she gives a relieved sigh when she notices that she's finished - at least with this portion of it - and some of it is more that she's just tired of switching in and out of clothing rather than the difficulty.
Though her relief at getting that over with proves to be short lived when Selina reminds her of just how much more they need to get. But she's quick enough to shake her head at Selina's question - no, if they're going to have to do it all anyway the order doesn't really matter. Though shoes being next actually sounds like a nice break from constantly changing clothes. Though Selina's next statement causes a visible cringe. "I do?" she asks wearily, the question coming out almost as a whine. Lingerie is absolutely the last thing she wants to buy right now! Why is Selina doing this to her?! She's halfway tempted to make some sort of dramatic escape now... instead she follows Selina to the next store.
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It is quite a bit more, and a lot to do in one day, but it's better to tackle it all in one day, rather than dragging it out over many. So when Charlotte blanches at the suggestion, she nods sagely. "Sportsbras just won't cut it with some of these things." So after they leave the clothing venue, it's not a long walk to the next store, a sleek, black and feminine store that is decently welcoming.
"Thankfully, next door is our next stop. So..we'll start from the bottom up. Stockings, first." She doubts a 16 year old wants to wear a garter belt, so she passes on that item, instead going to the area where there are thigh-highs, as well as the standard 'tight' but made in a much nicer weave. Silk, to be exact. "Nude, a few pairs of black. Go ahead, you can touch things here. I think that may help to understand." Glancing around, Selina grabs one of those fabric bags to toss their purchaces in, and wanders to another table. While she favors boyshorts and things that are more hip-hugging, she doesn't quite know what Charlotte prefers. So when the girl materializes at her side once more, she points out each cut in turn, thong, the fuller-cut bikini, the short like boyshort, and the semi-full hip-hugger in kind. "I prefer something that moves with me, considering the nature of my job at times. And they have them in a lycra blend, this lace has a bit more stretch, even for as dainty as it looks. You pick. And as long as you have at least three nude colored, and three black in the seamless, cut and style is up to you." Sometimes, this can be fun. Especially if matching is Charlotte's forte. Personally, Selina goes back and forth, sometimes wanting someting more comfortable, sometimes something a bit more...exciting.
And especially when you're the only one that knows what is beneath, it's almost empowering. But function over form does occur, especially when you're encased in leather. It's much like composing an outfit, but one that only you can see. If Charlotte glances over at Selina, baffled by sizes, Selina holds up a few fingers to her, indicating what should work.
Casually perusing the store, she makes note of the PJ's here; some cotton, some silk, but but of a good quality. She should know, she owns a few items of those herself, but does prefer to wear something more...exercize worthy around the house at times.
Another stop is made before a seemingly endless wall of bras. Different cuts, shapes, sizes, colors, patterns, and adornments are showcases, and Selina grabs a sales associate; a smartly dressed woman with a tapemeasure around her neck. While Charlotte doesn't have to be fitted, it's always a nice thing to make sure one of the most important foundational undergarment fits correctly. So she directs the associate to the teen, at least for the offer. After the fitting, they should be able to narrow down what style should work best.
After that, it's picking out what matches (or doesn't) and on to PJs, at least one silky, fully length pair of top and bottoms finding their way into the bag, and a few slips; full length, and half, in both the staple nude, and black. Then, there are the robes; which Selina is fully of a mind that everyone needs to own one from this place. Made of a soft..material of some sort, it's plush, warm, but not too warm, one of the best features being it boasts a hood. She owns two; one in a lovely mid-shade of grey, another in a deep purple.
Going to pick out a few things for herself, Selina meets up with Charlotte to see how she is doing, raising an eyebrow as she realizes she should invest in a new convertable bra, her nose wrinkling up at the thought. But a Gala is a Gala. Perhaps a corset would just be easier.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2013 0:17:09 GMT -5
Wait, how did Selina know that she was wearing a sportsbra? Shaking off the question, she tries to focus on getting this over with. At least stockings and such require almost no thought to pick out - mostly a matter of just knowing what color you want. So she isn't that far behind Selina, though she cringes internally when she finds her looking at panties. Ugh. Unwilling to say anything at all on the subject, she's dead silent as she picks out what she wants, refusing to look at Selina. It's better if she ignores that the woman is here right now. She just picks out some rather plain hipsters with lace edging in both black and nude - not just the number of each that Selina wants but also allowing those to be the ones that are up to her.
Because, no, she doesn't want something 'more exciting'. Why would she want that? It's not like anyone but her is going to see them, after all, and she fails to see the appeal of dressing like a slut for herself. And if Selina so much as raises an eyebrow to attempt to convince her otherwise, she'll get a glare so intense as to make it clear that the matter is closed: this is what she wants, and there will be no discussion on the matter - she is not going to argue about underwear.
After that's over with, she glances over the pajama selection in this store and makes a face without bothering to go over there. If Selina wants to 'help' her find some nice things to wear when she's around making an impression on people, fine. But she sleeps in what she wants to sleep in, and this just isn't it.
Sadly, that means that they get to the bra section quickly. Her lips purse as they pass things on their way over to the sales associate, though she hardly raises a fuss about being fitted. Anything to make choosing easier, after all. And it's an area she could actually use some help in - she's not exactly 'well-endowed'. In fact, while she's not completely hopeless, it takes just the right bra to give her notable curves. But again, she's just not interested in the 'more exciting' ones. Those with the structure to do things that she needs? Fine! But otherwise she'll take the plainer designs, thank you.
Yet almost as if she's exhausted her opinionatedness, she doesn't fuss at all about choosing slips. But no silk pajamas - if they leave the store with them she'll simply refuse to touch them later. She'll take a robe though - in fact here is one instance where she'll actually wear her favorite color in all it's raw, bold redness. Because few people will see her in that too, and the red makes her happy, okay?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2013 3:54:34 GMT -5
Another disgusted look. At least she's learning what is on the girl's mind with so few words. And at her coaxing, the look she is given causes her to almost burst out laughing. Sometime, her and Charlotte will have to have a more serious 'talk' about things, and perhaps she may realize that wearing nice things you like doesn't make you a slut. And that you shouldn't have to wear anything specific for someone in particular, either. But that's in the future. The distant future. So while her ward starts picking out items, Selina finishes her own shopping, a few items here and there making it into her own bag. The corset? Well, it doesn't take long for someone to do a few measurements as she explains the dynamics o the garment she's going to be wearing, and then a few options are laid before her. One she likes because it will work, and the other...well, she just likes the look of it So she takes both.
And she is at least glad to see a semblance of a smile on the girl's face as a deep, vibrant red robe is picked. At the counter their things are taken, Selina's card swiped, and they walk out, their items already being neatly folded and boxed, ready to be sent home.
"The next store is easier. Exercise gear, capris, tanktops, sports bras, all that. And it should have a few more comfy options for sleepwear," She adds as they are out of the lingerie boutique, and into one that is clearly the opposite. It's bright colors, manikins in shorts, capris, and all sorts of gear. There is a place for socks, warm weather gear, cold weather, shoes, waterbottles, and most things that could be made of cotton, or a cotton blend. One area is designated for sleepwear, and Selina meanders there after handing over a rough list to Charlotte this time. If she's been active before, she knows what to get, the usual. Selina favors shorts, compression tanks and capris, and a few other items to layer such as compression tops; the longer sleeved, and pullovers, but that is her own preference. She grabs some new socks, as well, before a swimsuit crosses her mind. She'll let Charlotte know to grab one, or two of those as well. But for PJ's, she's rather content to look at several of the ribbed tanktops that have the unfortunate moniker of 'wife-beater' despite them being quite comfortable. Layered with a tunic, they're fantastic around the house with shorts, or the light cotton, or even heavier plaid bottoms they have here.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2013 3:37:02 GMT -5
Hearing where they're going next, Charlotte gives an audible sigh of relief - anything sounds better than the store they just left. And while keeping active hasn't exactly been very high on Charlotte's list of priorities, she's had to go to gym class before so she can indeed feel very confident about what athletic wear she likes. Which is options, mostly. She picks out a couple of sports bras - with the intention of using them as an under layer mostly but making sure that they're nice enough to wear alone just in case she finds herself in a situation where she decides that keeping cool is more important than covering skin. Most of what she gets for her upper body is tank tops though - form-fitting ones, all in bright colors. For the lower body she gets a mix of shorts and capris, both of them very close-fitting. And she throws in a red warm-up suit for if it's cold. And because it's red. Yeah, that ought to do it for workout clothes.
From there she wanders to the area with pajamas, which means more tank tops - but different from the athletic ones both in what they're designed for and the fact that she prefers what she's sleeping in to be a bit looser. For bottoms she prefers shorts - she's not a fan of warmer pajamas, preferring to add a blanket to the bed if she gets cold rather than adjusting what she's wearing. And she's also a fan of pastels for her sleepwear, interestingly enough.
She's just finishing up her selections there when she crosses paths with Selina, who says something about a swimsuit. "'kay," she says, figuring that she might as well do that next. Which is easy: she finds a fairly standard black bikini in her size - done. Socks are pretty easy too - most of them in various neutrals, some of them in various jewel tones that she knows will match some of the clothes that she got.
By the time she's finished with that, the trials of the previous store are forgotten and her overall mood is rather improved as a result. Well, except that she's rather worn out and wishing for a couch to pass out on or something. "Anything else?" she asks when she tracks down Selina.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2013 3:56:02 GMT -5
Selina shakes her head as they stand in line at the register. Once their purchases are rung up and paid for, Selina raises a brow. "Not here, at least. But we still do have a few more stops. You need a few fancy dresses, a computer, and school supplies. And we're going to do the dresses first, because we may need alterations. But other than that, we should be able to wrap things up soon!" And while Charlotte is picking out dresses and shoes, Selina has a small errand to run while she is preoccupied doing that. Now that she has a better idea of what the teen likes, Selina can get this little errand done and off her list. As the two leave their purchases to be delivered, and exit the store, it's a bit of a lengthier walk to the next store, which is a boutique, much like the lingerie store, but has formal wear.
Inside it's a dream of dress-up. Sparkly dresses, sequins, tulle, lace, silk and satin are only a start. There is seemingly a whole wall and then some of shoes, and on top of that, there are accessories; hair, rings, bracelets and so forth. Selina favors this place for the fact they have a seamstress that can alter things on the spot, and they've never done her wrong. Splaying her arms, Selina gives a few guidelines. "This event is black tie...so the fancier, the better. Pick out...several, and then I'll go with you as you try them on. And shoes, don't forget those!" She adds with a quiet smile to her eyes.
It's not long before she is looking at a few dresses, but just looking, considering she has already nearly made up her mind on what to do. So taking a seat, she's offered a bottle of chilled water as she makes another phone call. "Yes. Red. The two pieces, one leather, the other a hard case. Monogrammed; yes. CNG, please. Yes, tags as well. Delivered. My address should be on hand. Thank you!" She quips, terminating the call before scrolling through a few emails as she waits. After-all, this is for Charlotte, as much as she loves shopping, it's nice to have someone else making the decisions and picking out things for once. So while the teen does her thing, Selina sits, and waits for questions if there are any.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2013 20:52:44 GMT -5
Hearing what's left causes Charlotte's mood to lift slightly. Of course she'd rather have heard Selina say that they're done, but getting school supplies should be more boring than difficult, a computer shouldn't be too big of a pain and 'fancy dresses' actually sounds like it might be kind of fun. So if that really is everything left, that doesn't sound so bad - not after everything else they've been through.
When they arrive at the boutique, she pauses a moment just to take everything in. As grumpy as she can be about clothes, few women of any age can resist the appeal of an especially pretty dress. And when Selina basically tells her that she's supposed to go with fancy - that only makes things even better. "So... kind of like prom?" she asks. She's never been to prom as she's not quite old enough, but at least she has some understanding about what sort of thing you'd wear to one.
Wandering away from Selina to look, it feels to her almost like she's a little girl playing dress-up again, but instead of those cheap 'princess' dresses these are the real, grown-up deal. Starting to look through the dresses, she quickly finds that it isn't going to be easy for her to find something. Oh, there's plenty of dresses and they're well-made, but as she snubs the ones that are too gaudy or too plain, too revealing or too conservative, an ugly color, totally wrong for her figure, or she just knows wouldn't suit her that eliminates most of the dresses. Yet she actually starts to enjoy herself, if only because it's interesting to see all the variety. So though it takes her awhile, she manages to scrape enough stamina together to find a good handful that might be good candidates.
Her attention then goes to the shoes, which is a similar challenge. It seems like they're either too plain or too extravagant to use without tripping over your feet, but she finds some that are more in the middle ground - fancy enough to be worn with such fancy dresses but not utterly begging for a twisted ankle. She can handle heels and even platformed heels but there comes a point where a shoe is just asking too much of her. She gets as much variety as she can - some neutrals and some that may or may not work depending on which of the dresses she gets. And once the figures that she's finished with that, she finds where Selina is sitting. "I'm ready to start trying stuff on," she announces.
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