Post by Trinity Mae Quinn on Mar 22, 2013 18:50:58 GMT -8
Of course Kasino had to pick today to rip her jeans.
Trinity blew a tuft of hair out of her face in annoyance as she surveyed the inside of the crowded mall from the safety of outside. People were everywhere! Rolling her eyes at herself, Trinity sighed. Of course there were a lot of people, it was a mall. Remembering how much she wasn't a fan of being in crowds by myself, she braced herself and stepped inside.
Pushing and shoving her way to the center of the room, Trinity tossed her air-dried blonde waves behind her shoulder and surveyed the impressive map of the various stores inside the mall. Using her finger, she lightly ran over the list of clothing store before finding Aeropostale and heading in that direction. At least it was on the first floor, meaning she wouldn't have to climb any stairs or battle the crowd for access to the escalator. Humming a country song, she sauntered along the path, wishing once again that she was at home. When she had awakened to a runny nose, sore throat, and killer headache, the smart thing to do would have been stay home and work on her book. Instead, she'd gone out to the barn and ridden Kasino. After a pretty decent workout, the frisky three-year-old had promptly turned his head around as she was taking of his saddle and grabbed the seat of her jeans, ripping the back right pocket off and giving a nice gaping hole where the seam of the pocket was. Mortified, she'd popped Kasino in the nose and left him in his stall looking dejected. A few minutes and a junky pair of sweatpants later, Trinity had emerged again, brushed Kasino, and given him a rub on his face, telling him how bad he was. Then she'd rushed out to her car, driven to the mall, and here she was.
Reaching the store number which was supposed to be Aeropostale, Trinity stopped and stared. Where the blue letters of the store were supposed to be, there stood only a light gray cage-like wall of metal, and the store's sign was covered with canvas, clearly stating that there were not open anymore. Still gaping, Trinity's frustration skyrocketed. Wasn't Aeropostale like world famous? How could they go out of business, here of all places? With a huff, Trinity turned and sat down on a nearby bench, chin resting on one hand, elbow resting on her crossed knee. She hadn't been here long enough to go ask someone she knew, or to know any of the local places that sold her favorite style of jeans. What was she going to do now?
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words: about 500 - muse: sickkk - ooc: they will get longer, I promise xD
