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Post by Alison Texas on Jan 9, 2012 3:29:03 GMT -5
December 28th, 2027//Time: 1:00pm//Location: Local Tranquility mall Alison, code name Nevada, was currently in civilian attire after being transported to the classified POE base in the United States. Currently she was on her own tracking the Autobots and Decepticons with the help of her AI known as Omega to most and O'malley to few. It was always an odd occasion to see the tall orange-red head out of uniform. This was a good occasion. She hadn't shopped in years. It also felt good to get out of that damned technologically advanced Spartan Suit that she had been engineered to 'co-exist' with. She liked that thing, but sometimes it was good to get out of it and be a normal human. Well, on the outside she certainly looked normal. But Alison was anything but a normal human. Some people sensed it and stayed away, others just tried to remain invisible to her as she moved through the mall, shopping for things she needed or wanted. Tex wasn't exactly enjoying the simple chore, but it was nice to do something that required so little brain power for a change. Jack had urged her to get some time off in the US, to ensure she got used to it again as she tracked down the Cybertronians. Besides she could knock out two birds with one stone since the Cybertronians could technically be found just about anywhere, especially if they had human companions. Having arrived a few minutes ago, she was getting a little irritated as she shopped for clothes, having trouble finding anything that suited her well-built figure or even worse: her style. Tex liked leather, and anything fairly comfortable. She didn't mind some showy stuff but she hated a lot of the loose, frilly fabric many females wore these days. Jeans and leather were easy to pick out but choosing new upper gear was always a pain in the ass for her...She glared at a white pink light low cut neck shirt with a tight fit that hugged the body. They only had white, and she hated white. She might actually consider purchasing it -- if it weren't white!
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Post by Jessica Ross on Jan 9, 2012 3:43:34 GMT -5
Jessica had had an interesting month to say the least. She had met two guys who could heal her, somewhat, and the stubborn aft-head, Whiplash. Oh, and there was also Firefly, but she wasn't sure how she felt about the Seeker and just about every other crazy thing that happened this month. She sighed and winced as pain flared through her legs.
Yeah...she had done some damage in her different excursions and it was a miracle she was left alone anymore. However, as her mother would put it, 'I don't know what kind of trouble you could get in a clothing store.'
However, that therein lay the problem.
Because, Jessica was getting very close to throwing something at the next person who shot her a pitying look as she, easily, navigated her wheelchair through the store, some women visibly wincing away from the harsh scarring on the right side of her face. It started right in front of her ear and slid down the entire way, just missing her eye and cutting across the edges of her lips a bit.
It was, admittedly, a nasty scar.
That didn't stop Jess from wanting to throw things at them. "What does everything have to be light colors?" she suddenly snapped in exasperation.
Considering that Jessica hated light colors, not that it had anything to do with wearing a pale blue shirt on the day of the accident, she looked better in dark colors. So, she was looking at the pretty shirts...all in light colors.
There was nothing dark and it was really starting to piss her off.
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Post by Alison Texas on Jan 9, 2012 4:16:17 GMT -5
Tex glanced over at the girl in the wheelchair nearby. Unlike most, she didn't take much time to stare, she was always more focused on the task at hand. It took heavy, mind consuming thoughts or a weak state of mind/physical being to get out of focus. "You're tellin' me." she growled irritably. "I'd buy that, were it not white. Or pink. Pink is for pussies." Tex never held back on her crude language, she would say what she wanted to say and no one could tell her otherwise.
"Most of the general populace needs to tighten some loose screws, I say." she threw her arms about at either side, gesturing to the place as a whole as she moved to another rack of clothes, her eyes skimming over most of them without much thought. She then muttered: "How am I supposed to even enjoy this kind of shopping?" Tex would rather shop for media, for food, and most of all: for weapons! However, she wasn't exactly low on weapons currently.
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Post by Jessica Ross on Jan 9, 2012 4:26:56 GMT -5
Jessica looked over at her and smiled a bit. She sighed and flicked a pale blue, and no her hand didn't shake slightly thank you very much, shirt with some pattern on it out of the way as she wheeled over to the rack that Tex, though Jessica had no idea that was her name, was standing at. Jessica was carefully in her maneuvering, making sure not to crowd the older, and obviously able to take her out, woman.
She sighed when she saw the pink and pulled a face. "I can't wear pink because of my hair," she stated, pulling at a lock of the red hair that was in the traditional ponytail.
She then began to look through the shirts before sighing and leaning back. "That's it. I vote for going to the men's department at this point. All of this is girly crap I won't wear," she muttered, giving in to her bad mood and mostly talking to herself.
She was in pain, her heating pad had run out of heat, and she sighed.
"It doesn't help that it's winter time and, apparently, all anyone wears is light happy colors," she muttered softly before sighing and looking up at Tex.
"Sorry. I'm Jess," she introduced, holding her hand out to the person who could rip her limb from limb.
Why not? The last three people she had introduced herself to turned out to be pretty okay.
Okay, one was a Decepticon, but he was still okay.
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Post by Alison Texas on Jan 9, 2012 4:45:46 GMT -5
Tex hesitated a moment as the girl introduced herself. She was a red head like her, well that was certainly cool, and they had a common interest in clothes so far. She surveyed the scar on her face, wondering how she got that and got the wheelchair, but she pushed the question away, and focused on another important one: did she know how to interact with a stranger less formally without being awkward, especially a much younger person? A small knot actually formed in her throat a bit, not always enjoying being so intimidating. She shook the hand, trying to take caution in not gripping the other hand too tight.
Another question regarding that: what name should she offer Jessica use? Hell, her real name was probably a safer way to go, wasn't it? Most enemies and rivals knew her as Tex, everyone in the Freelancer Project knew her as Freelancer or Agent Texas, or maybe even code name Nevada. No one except the Director and Jack Hurst called her Alison. No one. That was a more...personal name, but it was also her real one, and she had to remind herself of that. Texas was just a fake last name, but it was cleared to be used on all of her ID's.
Perhaps she should use her middle name? "I'm -- Sierra." there was that notable, but very short pause, she just didn't feel like using her real name even though she had nothing against it. Jess was just an acquaintance, why give her her first name unless she could be trusted? Tex had to tread carefully after all, so she didn't risk her duties being exposed, there were spies everywhere, ones of the POE, and ones of the numberous targets she was after. There were also spies from other organizations that WORKED with either faction, particularly the Autobots. "Men's clothing, might not be a bad idea. It's either leather or dark colored clothing for me. Judge me how you will but I like my leather." she added with a small smirk.
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Post by Jessica Ross on Jan 9, 2012 4:57:06 GMT -5
Jessica ignored the pause and grinned. Once the hand shaking was finished, she politely extracted her hand and hummed a bit. "Well, I have nothing against leather. If I could walk, I would probably wear it," she answered and began to carefully began to wheel backwards with a huff, looking around.
Jessica, while she did give her real, first, name, she would not reveal that if she could walk, they would not be having this conversation. In fact, she would not have the friends she had if she could walk. She would be in high school daily, her brother and father would still be talking to each other, and she never would have met her friends.
She would have a quantity over a quality.
She then twisted to look at "Sierra". "Which way is the men's department?" she inquired.
From her spot, she couldn't see any visual cues.
Stupid world made for people who could get along on their own two feet.
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Post by Alison Texas on Jan 9, 2012 5:47:11 GMT -5
"Diagonally off to our left." Tex replied, having spotted it earlier as she walked in from the women's entrance. "Guess I'm done here," she shook her head and started to walk. "Young males tend to have some pretty cool looking outerwear to buy, if you find the right size. Particularly sweatshirts. Just have to know where to look. I can't believe it, barely a few minutes into clothes shopping I'm already in the men's section. I think I forgot how to shop." she laughed briefly at hersef then. Clearly she was female and not a trans gender, and more like a tomboy with a pretty face and thick red hair.
"It's not every day I meet a red head." she commented after they arrived at the men's section.
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Post by Jessica Ross on Jan 9, 2012 6:08:16 GMT -5
"Peachy," Jessica muttered and began to carefully work herself over in that fashion. She was being very careful as she maneuvered, knowing that going in a straight diagonal would probably be harder to do in the clothes department. Once clear of racks, however, she began to maneuver her way towards the men's, muttering colorful, if clean, curses under her breathe.
Mostly ones that involved questionable lineage.
Jessica grinned at Tex's comment and shrugged. "Right there with you. Sadly, my mother still does most of my shopping, mostly to avoid problems like this. Regulation aisle ways my right foot," she answered.
She sighed as she began to flick through the men's shirts, ignoring the looks. "No, it isn't. I think it's 'cause we're rare and worth more," Jessica answered and she locked her wheels before she began to use her upper body strength to levy herself up slightly to get a dark blue plaid shirt.
She carefully held it up and then shook her head, carefully shifting to levy herself up again to replace it. Both times, it took a considerable amount of time and she nearly knocked the shirt off the hanger both times.
She huffed as she fell back into the chair and unlocked her wheels. "My brother would get pissy if I wore plaid again," she muttered and sighed before she began to wheel around to the funny shirts.
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Post by Alison Texas on Jan 10, 2012 1:29:40 GMT -5
Rare...Well that was indeed a good way of perceiving themselves. Tex hadn't thought about herself like that before. She didn't see herself as anything eloquent, more jaded and mechanical. Dark and industrial. But that was just how she perceived her inner self. "He shouldn't be stopping you. Wear what you want." she shrugged and searched for the hoodies, the good ones. Maybe she didn't really need that many. "I think I might be done soon..." The tall red head did find a couple nice gray and black patterned hoodies that weren't plaid but rather in miscellaneous patterns with accents of light colors mixed in with the maker's logo scattered everywhere. It was different, and unique; if she could find the right size it was a keeper.
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Post by Jessica Ross on Jan 10, 2012 1:58:19 GMT -5
Jessica began to focus on the shirts and shrugged. It was not something she ever tried to explain to people. "True," she finally answered and began to flip through the shirts that had something funny on them before carefully wheeling over to some of the plain shirts. She blinked as she came across a deep green long sleeved shirt.
Locking her wheels again, she immediately moved to support herself up so she could get the shirt down. She was carefully and sat back down suddenly. She hummed softly and then looked over at Tex. "Thanks for accompanying me over Sierra," she stated, honestly and then shook her head when she realized it was the wrong size.
However, when she moved to put it back up her arm slipped. She felt her wrist get skinned slightly and the breathe was knocked out of her as her ribs on the right side slammed into the arm of the wheelchair. She coughed a bit and slowly, almost painfully, pushed herself up, only to find the shirt on the floor.
"Joy," she muttered and buried her fingers into her hair.
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Post by Alison Texas on Jan 16, 2012 2:19:24 GMT -5
"Hey, no problem. I was headed this way anyway." Tex replied with a smile, before hearing the girl mutter near her as she studied the shelf full of men's hooded sweatshirts.
Pivoting around to face Jess, she took a step or two over to her, bent down and picked up the shirt, putting it back on the rack for her in case she had intended on putting it back.
Tex didn't know if she could stand for sitting in a chair as long as Jessica probably had to, it sounded most unpleasant. Tex was an active woman and all her favorite activities required a wide range of bodily motions...
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Post by Jessica Ross on Jan 16, 2012 2:51:41 GMT -5
Jessica gave a weak smile up at Tex. She released her hand and she sat up a bit, wincing a bit as she rolled her wrist, the skinned part stinging already. "Thank you, Sierra," she stated and glowered at the racks around her. She sighed and stretched a bit before she settled back into her chair, carefully maneuvering around. She was obviously sore and tired, but she was still looking for new things.
Jessica continued to move around, obviously just trying to find something that she liked. She wanted something she looked nice in, while at the same time she would like to wear. She reached up and rubbed the back of her neck. Jessica shifted a bit and then spied something. She carefully wheeled over and grinned a bit as she saw what she did.
It was a green shirt with a black motorcycle on it. She grinned and she carefully worked on getting this one down too. Once in her hand, she flipped over the tag in the back to see the size. And it was perfect. "Yay. One shirt down...a ton more to go," she announced, before she carefully folded it on her lap so it didn't get too badly wrinkled.
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Post by Alison Texas on Jan 23, 2012 2:58:42 GMT -5
"No problem, Jessica." Tex replied. She sighed. "'Bout the same over here...I got pants and a few items for colder days...but light wear is always difficult...I can't stand the skimpy, slutty outfits most women my age wear, as hot as it is on some of them." she confessed. "But for me, I like leather. I guess I kind of like the gothic look, in a way. But I'm certainly not all for make up of any kind. It just gets in the way." Tex looked at some of the men's t-shirts that she could use for lounging around in and picked a couple in dark colors that she liked, mostly blues and grays. "...I need a new trench coat, that's what I need." she realized out loud.
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Post by Jessica Ross on Jan 23, 2012 3:56:52 GMT -5
Jessica resisted the urge to laugh at the fact she and Tex had similar thoughts on everything. She nodded in agreement, but she was mostly just listening. Jessica was sort-of just trying to figure out how to handle the situation without sounding rude. However, she couldn't resist grinning. "I just can't pull off the trench coat look. I wish I could, they look awesome, but...well, they just like to argue with my wheelchair. But I agree on the clothing thing. It seems like every female out there now-a-days is trying to show as much as they can off without actually getting arrested for indecent exposure," she answered with a grin and managed to get another shirt she liked, trying to lean as far away as she could from the double meaning shirts.
She really didn't need that in her life and she wasn't even sure what she would do if she wore them. She blinked as she found a sweatshirt and looked at the tan thing in her hands. It was tan with a brown 'twirl' of woodsy art that was...really kind-of girly.
"I think this got misplaced," she commented, holding it up against her.
Yes, this she was going to claim for herself....unless Tex liked it. Jess wouldn't mind giving it up to her, if the other liked it.
Both were having a hard enough time finding something they liked and there was no need to add in entanglements to this mixture. Or just bad juju vibes.
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Post by Alison Texas on Feb 2, 2012 5:59:14 GMT -5
"Evidently." Tex smirked a little and snatched a t-shirt she liked and added it to her collection of warmer clothing. "I don't think I'm gonna spend much more time here. Looks like you might be in more luck than me with this clothes shopping business." she decided she may as well get a new pair of jeans and then go. "I also need jeans...comfortable things...I'm on base too much." she said, loosely implying the fact she was military. It was pretty obvious as to why she liked the clothes she did.
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