in the realm of appearence [izzy/zo-zo]

[MIKI ELAINE YASHIDA]

In the realm of appearances not many things were what they seemed. Satin blouses could cover horrible scars, and tight jeans could give curves to straight waists. Shiny heels gave the appearance of a taller figure and longer legs. Sparkling earrings and necklaces of blinding colors could hide things in plain sight. In the realm of appearances, where humans dwell, looks counted for everything and meant nothing at all.

Miki's fingers danced along the pattern of faded daisies printed onto the beige, cotton skirt hanging from the rack. It was very 'boho', if she could find a word to describe it properly. She let the fabric slip from her hands as she gravitated towards a rack full of striped stockings and lace knee-high socks. She was more of a 'glam' girl, you could say; in the magazines, the style of clothes she wore for going out would be categorized as that. Tight black leggins, heeled boots and black leather jackets. Strappy neon shirts with a layer of skimpy fabric over them with the words 'Rocking' or 'Flash!' on them. She quite liked it because it made her stand out.

Not that she wore that type of stuff at McKinley. It'd warrant attention she wasn't eager to get; the kind that led to sticky situations and more rumors. She already dealt with the Suzy Pepper thing so she wasn't eager for anything else.

So today, with her earnings from Sanpuku resting in her wallet, she looked about the boutique for something simple to wear. She wanted something she could pull on in the morning, with loose and barely shaped hair and some shoes. It was supposed to be something effortless that wouldn't make her wallflower status disappear. It was getting colder but a girl could only wear turtlenecks so many times until ready to punch something.

Miki Yashida walked around the racks and looked at the wall, glancing once or twice at the bored cashier, who was listening to music. She stopped short halfway into the shop and saw a green dress on display. she walked towards it and the moment she touched the mannequin's arm, her fingers barely feeling the soft fabric, there was another pull of the green fabric.

The sophomore turned her head to the right.

"....Hello."


`notes :: bleep bleep i swear i write better stuff than this, honest.
`tags:: izzy && zoey
`words :: ---