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Post by Sir_Integral on Jul 15, 2009 15:37:16 GMT -5
The leather seats were warm from sitting the last hour or so in the rare English sun, but the vehicle itself was comfortable. Integral dashes about the other side of the vehicle to let her friend in and, then, thanking their driver, slips into the backseat beside her friend. "Where to, Prudence. This is yo--Where would you like to go?"
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Post by Prudence on Jul 15, 2009 15:50:13 GMT -5
Prudence gapes at the question. "I...well...um...that really depends on who's buying, doesn't it?"She smooths out her dress, a retro affair that she got from a secondhand shop that she thinks makes her look like an ironic parody of an American housewife in the 50s. "I mean, I don't just shop at thrift stores because of the antique treasures one can find there. I have no idea where to even start with the fancy shops that actually require real money." She laughs in spite of herself and shrugs. "Any recommendations?"
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jul 15, 2009 18:16:47 GMT -5
Integral chuckles and spouts off a location to the driver. A few moments later they arrive at a vintage dress shop known as 'Vinny's' Integral hops out of the vehicle and scrambles around to let Prudence out. From the outside, bolts of fabric can be seen, as well as an old lady hoovering over a sewing machine. "You should find something you like here...We'll talk to Mrs. Vinny."
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Post by Prudence on Jul 15, 2009 18:47:02 GMT -5
Prudence's face lights up, and she flails her hands a bit as she catches sight of what's inside the window. She makes a high pitched seuqking noise under her breath, and then tries to calm herself a bit before turning to Integral. "I know you're not much for physical affection. But I am going to hug you. Brace yourself," she warns before squeezing her friend tightly. Releasing her, she starts jumping up and down excitedly. "Let's go!"
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jul 15, 2009 19:17:09 GMT -5
A self-satisfied smirk makes itself at home on Integral's face after being released by her friend, whom she follows into the store. "Hello, Mrs. Vinny!" Integral calls to the woman in the window of the shop. The air is permeated with the scent of fabric, both new and old, and small particles of the stuff floats in the light cast from the windows. Vinny herself in huddled over an old singer, humming away and sewing away on no less than fifteen yards of golden fabric. "Miss Hellsing!" She coos, then looks past Prudence around Integral's shoulder and out the door, her face falls. "You've not brought that butler with you!" she scolds, waggling a crroked old finger in Integral's face, which, apparently doesn't bother the knight. "Walter is at home, Mrs. Vinny." Integral politely informs the woman. "This is my friend, Prudence." She empasizes her friend's name and the old woman's wrinkled mouth forms a perfect 'O'. "The writer?!" She asks, adjusting her glasses to look at the other girl. "The writer." The knight confirms, another smirk creeping into her voice. "We're here to--" "I know why you're here! You want a dress for that girl for one of your mad parties!" "Precisely." Integral agrees again. The woman waves the two of them over to a book and shoves one labled '1939-1979' into Prudence's hands. "That's what you want, dearie." turning on her heal, she shoves a simmilar book labled '1840-1890' into Integral's hands. Integral looks at it for a moment, as if considering the time frame, sets it aside and reaches infront of Prudence, her left arm fully extended to pluck up another book labled '1600's- Men/Children.'
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Post by Prudence on Jul 15, 2009 19:29:44 GMT -5
Prudence looks at the selection her friend has a hand hovering over. "I thought you weren't allowed to wear menswear to this--wait a tick. What's that on your wrist?" Moving as swiftly as she ever has, she tugs on Integral's sleeve to get a better look. "Is that a cut? Yeah, yeah it is! Frighteningly precise, too." She pulls away and puts her balled fists on her hips and cocks her head. "Now either you're all set to buy some skinny jeans and listen to awful music while writing even worse poetry, or, much more likely, something weird is going on." Prudence peers over her glasses. "What is it?"
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jul 15, 2009 21:10:52 GMT -5
Integral snatches her hand away. "Well, Prudence, I have a pet vampire...He has to be fed, you know." She murmurs, under her breath, as Mrs. Vinny hobbles back to her sewing machine. Integral plucks up the fallen book and turns away. "I'm afriad our companions will need something to wear to this event as well, and, while Alucard could very easily create his own out of some shadow or what-not...Allastor, I'm afraid, can not....Besides, Al'card enjoys looking pretty too much not to pick him up a new outfit for the party. You'll see." She nods to her friend.
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Post by Prudence on Jul 15, 2009 21:19:54 GMT -5
Prudence completely mentally blocks the rest of whatever it was that Integral had said. "See, I was under the impression that there was some sort of under the table deal with the Red Cross or something, because the only time I've seen him feed, he was drinking from a medical bag like it was a juice box. Has he been, like, robbing blood banks or something? Because seriously, if that corny old joke were true, I might have to kill myself."Absentmindedly, she picks up a swatch of red fabric to fidget with as she speaks.
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jul 15, 2009 21:24:00 GMT -5
Integral shakes her head, a frown set in lace as she furiously flips through the ges of various men's attire. "Actually, we run donations on a regular basis and, well, blood is kept to feed my fiends..."
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Post by Prudence on Jul 15, 2009 21:35:10 GMT -5
Prudence pauses, adding together the various factors in her head. "Sooo...even though you had blood he could have used, you let him drink from you, a woman he quite clearly has some perverse thing for. Even though you're not interested in him. And don't want him to think that you are. And even though you know very well that blood, to a vampire, is rather sexual." She pauses and looks around. "...Feel like explaining to me how this makes sense again?"
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jul 15, 2009 23:22:35 GMT -5
"No, I do not! Integral snaps at her friend, causing Vinny to look up. "What was that, dear?" She calls. "Lovely Patterns!" Integral returns, turning back to Prudence. "He is my servant, I am his master. There is nothing...else there at all! You've been reading too much and you definatly reading too much into this!" she jerks her sleeve down so it covers her wrist again and looks away, still flipping pages, though she's staring somewhere past the heavily-draped windows. It would be a while before she appologized to her best friend, although she was immedieatly feeling guilty for biting her head off...
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Post by Prudence on Jul 15, 2009 23:35:40 GMT -5
"Well, it's just--!" Prudence stammers and waves her hands a bit. "Maybe I am reading too much into it, but I think maybe you are also reading too little into it and we should trade perspectives a bit and even it out maybe? Like, f'r instance, I know the whole romance thing is a bit...flouncy and silly for you, so you are maybe not...familiar with what other people might see as subtle signals, since you don't actually care?" She shrugs and half-smiles nervously, hoping she's making sense and not being horrible out of line. "But generally, when you want to show a dude you're not interested in him, there are better ways to go about it than to perform the sanguine equivalent of fondling his junk in the backseat of his car in a Dairy Queen parking lot at two in the morning!" She pauses a moment. "...That was another one of those suspiciously specific metaphors, huh?" She looks around, embarassed.
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jul 15, 2009 23:44:27 GMT -5
Integral whips back around, her hair settling gracefully, but her mouth is open, ready to strike. Unfortunatly, all she can manage is "What on God's green Earth is a 'Dairy Queen'?" Shaking it off, she looks her friend dead in the eye. "I'm well aware of 'subtle signals,' as you call them, but Alucard knows better and...you must admitt..." she murmurs,with perhaps too much passion Sir. Winfield's rude awakeing should warrent. "He was brilliant last night."
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Post by Prudence on Jul 15, 2009 23:54:50 GMT -5
Prudence covers her mouth, partially out of embarrassment about the Dairy Queen issue, but mostly to hide the giant grin that last sentence had given her. "Dairy Queen's an American ice cream shop franchise," she says quickly and quietly. "And yeah, he was pretty amazing last night, gotta say; oh hey, what's this, fabric?" She uses this incredibly obvious out as an excuse to turn around and pretend to examine a bolt of cloth so as to hide her manic smile. Nothing there, Integral said. Sure. Nothing at all.
That wasn't a huge load of bollocks or anything.
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Post by Sir_Integral on Jul 16, 2009 0:08:56 GMT -5
Resisting the urge to rip open a box of straight pins and make a vodoo doll out of her evil twin, Integral istead takes up with her books, starting at the begining again and makes a show of complaining about he various dreses and such that she had been stuffed into in the past ten years. As she complains, she scoops up the book of men's costumes, scanning the pages and wanders away through the bolts of fabric, fingering various satins and silks. She slips by Vinny's table, where the old woman slips her a pair of scissors. From there the knight dives back into the rows of fabric, ocasionally snipping a tiny piece of fabric from the salvages of various bolts, these go into her breast pocket. She keeps an eye on her friend, knee deep in the mid-nineteen hundreds, and keeps talking about everything and nothing. "And when I was...fourteen? Maybe it was fifteen...that damned butler of mine throught it would be nice to throw an ice-cream social for my girlfriends. Tell me, Who hosts ice-cream socials, and wen have I ever had a female friend? --Other than you." She adds quickly.
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