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Post by trinn on Oct 11, 2009 17:22:10 GMT -8
"I see." Etta said, grinning as she nodded. She noticed how he didn't shy away from talking about his dad. Wishing to learn more, Etta asked, "So, you're dad was in the army too?" She watched him from the corner of her eye, hoping she hadn't went too far with this question. To be safe, she added, "He must have been a smart man. This car deffinitely fits you." The Camaro was sleek, but with that muscle car quality, smooth, and overall very handsome.
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Post by Max452 on Oct 11, 2009 18:00:29 GMT -8
OOC: LOL! I must say, I love your final sentence.
Sam laughed at the comment. "You think so? I always thought it was too loud." He demonstrated by revving the engine as they got onto the highway. "Yeah, he's a good man. he was a Colonel. Sadly, I only got to be a Sergeant Major before joining the SEALS." He said without thinking as he switched to the left lane.
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Post by trinn on Oct 11, 2009 18:13:08 GMT -8
OOC: hahaha! I had to write it. It seemed the perfect oppurtnity.
The engine was loud, but Etta found it a pleasant sort of loudness. That powerful purr of the engine was something her dad would drool over. When Sam revealed he had been part of the SEALS, she was impressed and astounded. "You were a SEAL?" she asked aloud, some reverence in her voice. "That's pretty amazing, Sam. Your dad must be really proud," Etta said, assuming him still alive.
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Post by Max452 on Oct 11, 2009 19:03:39 GMT -8
OOC: lol.
Sam gave an embarrassed smile. "Yeah...haha..." He cleared his throat. "He is. Although he wanted me to become an Officer, but what can I say? I more of the following orders then giving them." He gave a crooked smile.
They continued on the highway, knowing that it would be about half an hour or so until they got to Maplewood. In the meantime, Sam talked about his dad some (just some old stories about him running around with him around the world), his station in the army, and even his travels when he was younger. He was somewhat glad that he was sharing his history, well, except for his mother, to Etta; it was actually quite comforting to talk to someone.
Soon enough, the Maplewood district was in sight. Finding a parking spot, Sam parked the Camero. "Well, we're here...which place you want to go first?" He asked, glancing at the numerous stores, unenthusiastically.
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Post by trinn on Oct 11, 2009 20:10:53 GMT -8
Sam's stories facinated Etta. Particularly the ones of his travels. To be able to visit so many places must be amazing, surreal almost. Etta only made a few comments, mainly just little questions about some of the places he had been to. But, the whole time, she couldn't help but wonder about his mother. Maybe she had died before he had a chance to really know her? Maybe she had abondoned him and his dad? At any rate, that was one question she wasn't going to ask soon. The trip to Maplewood seemed brief, and in what seemed like seconds Sam was parking his suave vehicle. Stepping out of the Camaro, Etta glanced around the district, recognizing a few shops.
"Just follow me," Etta said to Sam. Taking the lead, she started down one of the sidewalks. "This looks good," she murmured, stepping into a clothing shop. Smiling to herself, she grabbed a pair of navy blue dress pants that seemed more fit for a grandma. Turning to Sam, she held them up, shaking them. "How about these?" Etta asked, trying to keep a straight face.
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Post by Max452 on Oct 11, 2009 20:18:19 GMT -8
Sam followed Etta obediently, knowing that he would get lost if he wandered. As they entered one of the clothing stores, Sam glanced around, making sure there was no one suspicious. Upon hearing Etta, he turned to find her holding up dress pants. He stared at them, unsure what would be the right answer. Those pants were HIDEOUS! but if Etta liked them... He glanced at her figure momentarily, blushed, and then back at those pants, which he instinctively wanted to burn.
"Um..." He shifted, clearly having a hard time in responding. "Uh..." He just stared at the pants, a you-can't-be-serious look on his face as he was lost for words.
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Post by trinn on Oct 11, 2009 20:31:16 GMT -8
Unable to control herself, Etta burst out laughing. "Your face!" she gasped, holding her stomach. Shoulders shaking as she laughed, Etta put the pants back on the rack she had found them. Trying to restrain her mirth, she patted his arm apologetically. "Sorry. I couldn't resist!"
"Can I help you?" a sales clerk asked behind her, voice annoyed. Turning, Etta glanced at the peeved woman.
"No, thanks. We're just looking right now." Etta gave a smile, feeling a little bad now for making fun of the pants. The sales woman "humphed" and retreated behind the counter. Turning back to Sam, Etta said, "sorry," once more.
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Post by Max452 on Oct 11, 2009 20:43:25 GMT -8
Realization struck him. "You!" A surprise grin on his face. "You little prankster! And here I was thinking, Oh God, how am I going to tell her that thing wasn't going to fit her figure..." He halted at his last words, hoping that she wouldn't process that he had looked at her figure. He was instantly grateful when the saleswoman interjected.
Sam smirked as the woman, clearly annoyed that they dismissed her and probably for Etta's mockery of the pants. He nearly broke his reserve when the woman "humphed" away. He glanced back at Etta, a grin on his face. "I think she doesn't like you." He chuckled out, but stopped. He suddenly hoped that Etta wouldn't count this as having fun shopping, although, he secretly wouldn't have mind it.
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Post by trinn on Oct 11, 2009 21:04:11 GMT -8
One point for me. Etta thought, seeing Sam laugh. Of course, this would count in the fun department, whether he liked it or not. "I think you're right," she said about the sales woman. "Come on, lets go before we make her any angrier." On her way out, she pretended to look at the clothes she passed with interest, just to maybe make the woman feel a little better. Back outside, she had to laugh again as she moved on down the sidewalk. Also, she kept thinking about Sam's comment on her figure. It had definitely been a compliment, she thought to herself.
Passing a few random shops, they finally reached one that seemed decent. Stepping inside, Etta was relieved to find a more modern style of clothing. "Much better," she said to Sam. After a few seconds of searching, she found a nice blouse and some simple T-shirts. "So," she said to Sam as she examined a shelf of boot-cut jeans, "I was thinking I should learn some self-defence. Maybe tomorrow you could show me a few things."
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Post by Max452 on Oct 11, 2009 21:27:10 GMT -8
"All right, all right." Sam said as he and Etta exited the shop. He laughed with her as they exited, thinking about how they annoyed the saleswoman. Walking along, Sam wondered where they were going next, finding the experience of shopping a lot more fun than he thought it would. He smirked. Looks like he owed Etta dinner.
They entered another shop and Sam was even interested in some of the clothes. There were a couple of khakis and t-shirts that caught his eye, by he resisted in going over there; it was Etta's time after all, plus he didn't feel comfortable having her by herself. He grinned when she picked up some modern clothing. Leaning on a rack, Sam watched as Etta was glancing at some jeans. "Uh, yeah, sure, I could teach you some things." He replied, surprised that she wanted to learn self defense, although, once he thought about it, he wasn't surprised. "Like, what do you want to know?" He asked, wondering what she had in mind.
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Post by trinn on Oct 12, 2009 19:38:46 GMT -8
Finding the right size, Etta grabbed a pair of jeans and slung them over her arm. "Well," she said to Sam, "maybe how to throw a punch. Or, how to escape someone who's got me." Etta grabbed another pair of jeans in a lighter shade. "The basics." Clothes in hand, she turned to Sam. "Would you mind?"
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Post by Max452 on Oct 12, 2009 20:10:40 GMT -8
Still leaning on the rack, Sam thought about what Etta wanted to learn. He supposed it wouldn't hurt for her to learn a thing or two about self defense, besides, he knew he wasn't always going to be there to protect her. "Uh, no, not at all. I'll be happy to help." He told her.
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Post by trinn on Oct 12, 2009 20:36:54 GMT -8
"Great! I'll go try these on, and then we can move on." Etta said, giving him a smile. Locating the dressing rooms, Etta slipped inside and quickly tried on the garments she had found. She always found the task of trying on clothes rather annoying. She actually prefered just to by the things and take them back if they didn't fit. Thankfully, she had chosen well this time. Everything fit perfectly. Exiting the fitting room, she looked around for Sam. He had the ATM card she would be needing to purchase her new clothes. Spotting him, Etta made her way over with a victorious grin. "Everything fits." and they look good, she added to herself.
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Post by Max452 on Oct 12, 2009 21:07:29 GMT -8
"Okay." Sam said as Etta went to look for the dressing room. As he waited, Sam headed over to the men's section, glancing at random things. Some he found appealing, others he wondered what the designer was thinking. When he was looking at some shirts, Etta appeared with a grin on her face. "Well, that seemed easy." Sam said, copying her grin. He eyed her suspiciously, but in a humored way. "And now, I'm betting you came for the platinum in my pocket and not for me." He continued to grin.
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Post by trinn on Oct 12, 2009 21:50:49 GMT -8
"Bingo." Etta said with a smirk. The thought of being to buy anything with that platinum card seemed a dream any girl would envy. She hadn't even checked the prices of the clothing she had picked out. What would be the point? But, even though the possibilites were endless, Etta wasn't going to go on a mindless shopping spree. No, she would stick to what she needed, nothing more. Noticing they were standing in the men's section, she asked, "Find anything you like?" she asked.
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Post by Max452 on Oct 12, 2009 22:11:36 GMT -8
Sam shook his head. "No. Nothing in particular. I suppose I'm just too attached to my clothes that I fear that they'll get jealous if I buy some more." He joked as he pulled out his card. "All right, here, have at it." He said as he waved the card in front of her face.
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Post by trinn on Oct 13, 2009 9:36:19 GMT -8
"Thanks!" Etta said as she snatched the card from his fingers. She promptly took her items to the counter and handed them to the cashier. The sales clerk, a young man, asked her questions about her shopping experience in a bored voice, as if he had asked these same questions too much already. Etta answered politely, feeling kind of sorry for him. Telling her to have a nice day, he handed over the baged cothes.
OOC: Fast forward! haha
By the end of her shopping spree, Etta had aquired a satisfactory new wardrobe. She had purchased several more pairs of jeans, mulitple tee shirts and blouses, socks and other neccessaries, and even a pair of boots she just couldn't resist. Now, laden with her shopping bags, Etta turned to Sam with a very satisifed smile. "See, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
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Post by Max452 on Oct 13, 2009 12:47:43 GMT -8
OOC: lol
The rest of the evening passed smoothly for Sam, which caused him to be astounded at how quickly Etta shopped; she seemed to know exactly what she wanted. By the end of her little shopping spree, Sam was holding some of her bags as they continued to walk around. "Nope. Not when I'm hanging around you." He said as he glanced around. He thought he saw the same individuals following them around a couple of stores back ago. His mind reasoned that it was a small shopping center, so the same people would be going to the same stores, however, he kept an inconspicuous eye on them all the same.
"All right, so, let's drop this off at the car and head out for some dinner. I think I saw a diner on the way over here." He told Etta.
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Post by trinn on Oct 13, 2009 20:28:22 GMT -8
Pleased with herself, happy mostly because Sam hadn't had a terrible time, Etta started the walk back to the car with a small smile. At the beginning, she hadn't been totally sure she could make this shopping trip a success. Before her life had been turned upside down, Etta had only ever gone by herself, occasionally with her mom. Now that she thought about it, she hadn't had really any friends to go with. Most of her time had been spent taking care of all the plants in her shop. Maybe, in a very twisted way, Etta thought, losing her shop was a good thing. No, not good, just not compeltely bad. When the car was in site, Etta looked over at Sam. "We don't have to eat out." she said, feeling a little guilty. Getting Sam to smile was reward enough.
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Post by Max452 on Oct 13, 2009 22:10:40 GMT -8
Reaching the car, Sam opened the trunk of the car and placed the bags he had down. He stepped aside for Etta to do the same. "You are one sore winner." Sam said with a grin. "Come on, its better than mac and cheese." He joked as he waited for her to drop her "luggage" down into the trunk.
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