Everybody Wants A [Open]

[visioneightfold]

Characters: Vriska Serket, Open
Location: Shops
Rating: PG-13 is default.
Time: October 16, wee hours of morning.
Description: Vriska... goes.... shopping? Also, written without complete knowledge of some preceding events. Um.

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[forthecamera]

Rise had changed in many ways since coming to Death City all those months ago, but one thing still remained and that was her love for shopping. Even if she ended up getting nothing, which was usually the case, just going out and seeing what the city had to offer was a fun endeavor, especially when it came to finding something that didn't fall into the mainstream of dark and gothic or gimmicky clothing. Not that she couldn't appreciate that as well, but she was a girl of variety

I got some information on preceding events, tags are now easier.

[visioneightfold]

Vriska nearly jumped out of her damn skin. It wasn't that she hadn't seen Rise--blah blah, saw most things going on around her, etc.--but trolls didn't usually approach other trolls without a good reason, so when she addressed Vriska directly, it was a bit of a shock.

"What? No. I mean--I just need a fucking jacket, what does it look like?" It was half anger, half fluster, but it was accompanied by a flash of fangs and visible bristle, not unlike something feral. Her glare, however, was all annoyance and little rage, her wild black hair framing her grey skin in tangles.

sorry for this late ;;

[forthecamera]

Rise had a similar reaction, she hadn't meant to catch her off guard, which at least to her seemed to be what she had done so she held her hands up in a hopefully pacifying manner.

"I'm sorry. Didn't mean to startle you."

Rise couldn't help but feel that she could do more with just a new jacket, but she was going to try very hard to beat down those urges to go wardrobe makeover on her.

"Are you looking for one similar to...that one or something else?"

It's fine! This is super tiny because I'm studying for an exam, um.

[visioneightfold]

Vriska quirked an eyebrow--placation that fast was sort of a new one, and kind of insulting to boot--but she pocketed her hands, hiding her fangs behind her blue lips.

"The same, yeah." What kind of question was that? What was she gonna do with a different jacket? Her brow furrowed, creasing slightly in consternation.

good luck! +_+

[forthecamera]

Rise jut her finger somewhere past her own shoulder.

"Then I think I know just the place!"

Rise was awfully curious about what had happened to put this girl in her state, but she knew better than to ask. For now she went down a more obvious.

"My names Rise. I also got dragged to this place months ago." Well, Rise was assuming she was a recruit anyway, given her appearance, but she might be getting ahead of herself. You could never really be sure in this world.

"What's yours?"

...you can tell I just took the exam on O'Connor in the way I wrote this, sorry.

[visioneightfold]

"Vriska." Her tone was flat. She looked at the human in a way that suggested she was feeling a bit dazed, but that wasn't precisely true. She wasn't strictly used to being asked after, or fed small talk, but she was more annoyed at this sudden interruption than anything. She felt a little bit like she was being put upon, but she wasn't yet sure how.

She was, however, willing to concede a mild relief that this human could perhaps make the task less onerous. The less time she had to spend looking at differently cut fabrics, the better.

[OOC Note: I feel like I should say uh. Don't take Vriska's disinterest for my own.]

[forthecamera]

Rise turned on her heel and folding her arms behind her as she began to lead the way.

"Have you been here long?" It felt a strange question to ask. Once their numbers were so small that Rise had pretty much known everyone that came in and out, had them all recorded even. Now it was so hard to keep up with things on top of keeping Norther Lights afloat. Really perhaps she wasn't just trying to be friendly, now that she thought about it. She did feel some sort of disconnect from the rest of the recruits lately, people had had come to hold some level of esteem in her mind whether she knew them well or not.

It was just something about all of them being stuck in this situation together that made her feel as such, she supposed. After all once she returned home it's not like she could relate to someone else on such an experience as being spirited away to another world to fight someone else's war.

((ooc; it's quite alright~ I'm familiar with Vriska's character xD thank you for tho consideration tho))

Slooowly she is getting less ornery...

[visioneightfold]

Vriska raised an eyebrow. "...depends on what you mean by long." She couldn't imagine an iteration of 'long' that would include a measly thirteen days, but then again, the human's session had been significantly shorter than that (she'd checked when she'd watched it), so who knew.

She trailed after Rise, trying not to look at all the different kinds of clothes racked up throughout the store. Why would a store have this much to choose from? It was like looking through Kanaya's sylladex or something, except in different sizes and all of it for sale. She couldn't help but wonder: did anyone actually buy all this shit?

But she knew they did. She'd walked around the city, seen all the different kinds of clothes humans wore--even for someone uninterested in fashion, someone who wore the same thing every day for sweeps on end, it was impossible to miss. In fact, it was perhaps all the more noticeable for it.

But she didn't really appreciate it any more.