- LET'S GET OUR SHOP ON !
Aug 28, 2010 9:38:11 GMT -5
Post by aaroncharlesfurse on Aug 28, 2010 9:38:11 GMT -5
Aaron was not normally one for shopping, but given the situation that he had recently been put in, well, it was only fitting for him to visit the stores. It wasn't his fault that his dog had just decided to fall asleep on his dirty laundry; and though it was dirty, well, Aaron knew he was never going to clean it or wear it again. So, the young actor found himself looking for a European designer clothing store since he very well didn't have time to custom order. The streets were filled with shoppers and their friends and as he walked down the street in his black slacks and shiny black shoes, Aaron couldn't help but feel a bit too British. He had only been America for a couple years now, and though he was fairly well adjusted, he still had some difficulties; such as finding the stardom that he had moved from America to find. Sure, he was a nobody, but was a damn good looking nobody who would soon enough become a star and make his impact upon history. Aaron was one determined and talented young man, and he knew that in America determination and talent got people places.
Aaron let out a sigh and swept his teal eyes down the streets again, it was mainly made up of females or middle-aged men in black suits who were picking up bags for the person who had hired them to pick them up. He hardly saw anyone walking by himself or herself which made Aaron feel very lonely. However, he shrugged off the thoughts and began to examine the store fronts. He passed by some stores before finding a name that he recognized as British. The building was glassed up with mannequins dressed in fine decor posing for the onlookers. Large black lettering announced the building's name: Alexander McQueen. That looked promising enough, so Aaron walked up and inside the store. His entering quickly gained one of the employee's attention and soon he was being catered to his every need. One thing he loved about the Americas was the quality service he would receive when shopping (though mainly just because he had money). Aaron spent a half hour in the store before exiting with a bag filled with a pair of casual trousers, casual jackets, and some t-shirts. It was with a smile on his face that the gentleman exited the store and began walking again, looking for perhaps another venue that would catch his interest.
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TAGGED: Nicole
Aaron let out a sigh and swept his teal eyes down the streets again, it was mainly made up of females or middle-aged men in black suits who were picking up bags for the person who had hired them to pick them up. He hardly saw anyone walking by himself or herself which made Aaron feel very lonely. However, he shrugged off the thoughts and began to examine the store fronts. He passed by some stores before finding a name that he recognized as British. The building was glassed up with mannequins dressed in fine decor posing for the onlookers. Large black lettering announced the building's name: Alexander McQueen. That looked promising enough, so Aaron walked up and inside the store. His entering quickly gained one of the employee's attention and soon he was being catered to his every need. One thing he loved about the Americas was the quality service he would receive when shopping (though mainly just because he had money). Aaron spent a half hour in the store before exiting with a bag filled with a pair of casual trousers, casual jackets, and some t-shirts. It was with a smile on his face that the gentleman exited the store and began walking again, looking for perhaps another venue that would catch his interest.
WORDS: 428
TAGGED: Nicole