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bakerstreet2012-03-10 07:03 pm
memesforall) wrote in bakerstreet2012-03-10 07:03 pm
The Trapped in the Mall Meme
The Trapped in the Mall Meme
Shopping malls are full of stores and usually people too. But once they close, the mall is empty. Except not tonight. Tonight you're stuck in the mall after closing hours. Maybe you hid on purpose, maybe you're part of mall security and are on patrol, or maybe you fell asleep somewhere and now the doors are locked. Either way, you're stuck inside until morning. Thankfully someone forgot to close the grates on the stores and the power's on. You've got the place to yourself until the morning.
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I am as graceful in the face of defeat as you are consistent in your hideousness ♥
Mm-mm. That's not the point, either.
[ They've all made sacrifices, personal or otherwise, to Shinra. But living in spite of those losses shouldn't be some self-imposed punishment, either; he wouldn't understand for a second the thought process behind denying oneself such a seemingly simple freedom, especially so with the perfect opportunity to cut loose right in front of them.
Then again, self-control has never been one of Zack's strong points.
Sweeping off his hat with only a (completely necessary) touch of dramatic flair, he crosses his arms over his chest and fixes her with a look - seriously on the verge of concern, no matter the cheer still in it. ]
I thought the point was to have fun. You can't seriously want to just sit around watching me show off all night, right?
[ ...He may not sound as disbelieving as he should. ]
Re: I am as graceful in the face of defeat as you are consistent in your hideousness ♥
Even for something as simple as remembering she was capable of being something other than a fighter for the space of a single night trapped in a mall.
Even if Cloud's return made her want to be something other than a fighter, or rather, something more than just a fighter.
Zack got a dubious look.
He'd pick something atrocious for her. It would be hard to feel soft and girly in something atrocious.
It was just for fun...
Her look was stern.}
Just once.
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Zack happens to have exceptional taste in fashion - and, already knowing that no matter what Tifa picks, he's going to be having the atrocious well handled on his end, absolutely no motive to try and coerce her into something unflattering just for the hell of it.
It's far too late to think he hasn't picked up on her determined reluctance as something far less shallow than fear of embarrassment. He's spent years already learning to decipher the subtle nuances left in the land between can't and won't, thanks to his bad habit of befriending the habitually stoic, and that uncanny knack for persuasion serves him well, again, tonight.
With a celebratory fistpump, he puts on his winningest grin for her mild acceptance. The grim look on her face does nothing to dissuade him from what is now very open excitement, as he immediately turns to make a beeline for the nearest signs of sheer and pastel. ]
All right! Let's get looking.
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What she needs to be focusing on is finding a dress for Zack, preferably with matching hat and perhaps purse if she's fast enough - even she's not cruel enough to make him wear heels - and so she lets him disappear into the depths of the dress section and heads off for the Plus Size section herself. There's no way his shoulders won't tear the stitching on anything less. Not just any dress will do though. She's either going with 'little old cat lady' or else 'proper matron' style. After all, what's the point of all of this if they can't tell Aerith about it later anyway? Now does she want pale yellow or lavender? A necklace of fake pearls would look perfect if she could find them fast enough. Tifa, used to scrounging the slums for what she needed, wasn't about to lose the opportunity to find the perfect solution to all her Zack needs here as well.
It was just too bad the wig store was all the way across the mall.}
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But first he has to find the right look. After tossing his frilly hat up onto a nearby mannequin, in passing, he digs into the first rack of dresses he comes into contact with. Unlike his partner on this botched mission, he's not so much searching for a certain ideal outfit as he is expecting simply to happen upon the inspiration.
It's a tactic that only very rarely fails him, after all.
A little distractedly, he notes Tifa wandering off somewhere else- Not stalling his browsing as he calls out to her retreating back, ] Make sure you find something that'll really bring out my eyes! I wanna highlight my best attributes!
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{starting to get back into the mood, Tifa can't help but sing-song the last part as she starts her own search through multicolored dress racks, quickly sorting out what she doesn't like and what she thinks might work. She's going to have to guess at Zack's size but she's pretty good about things like that thanks to living in the slums where it's either second hand clothing or specially tailored wear and either way it's usually measured as 'close enough'. A pill box hat. She wants to find him a pill box hat, maybe with a little veil. Or a feather.}
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[ She doesn't have to be nearby to picture the look on his face, with that sharp-edged grin audible in his voice as he pages through a line of bright red dresses that remind him entirely too much of Scarlet to make anything but a wholly unconscionable selection from.
Nah, maybe something a little less... Virulent, will suit Tifa best.
He turns and makes a dash for darker colors, shouting back along the way. ]
You gotta keep the others to yourself; I'd hate to make your boyfriend jealous!
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It does however lose Zack his mercy points on her side and she huffs as she puts back the vaguely sensible dress she'd been inspecting and heads determinedly for the frilly section. If he's going to play the part of the brother that teases her about the secret crush he's somehow discovered, she's going to be the sister that someone like that deserves. Tulle - here she comes.]
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But, honestly, how in the hell is supposed to have not discovered that oh-so-secret crush? Or at least the other half of it, which he isn't so aware of Tifa's total obliviousness to. For, you know, the ten seconds or so when everything wasn't going to hell in Nibelheim, it was so flagrantly obvious-
It might as well have been wearing that great big mess of frilly pink chiffon obscuring almost an entire rack to his left, were abstract emotional concepts capable of dressing so poorly (or at all).
With an exaggerated wince, he pulls away from the next questionable find, and happens upon the most perfect solution to his searching. Taking care with plucking so much sheer, blue-black fabric out of the row of hangers in front of him, he takes off back toward where he'd last spotted Tifa among the wilds of the women's section. ]
Hey, I'll be with the shoes, if you need me! No peeking!
[ Which he says, at exactly the same time he's attempting to get a look around whatever she's gone after. ]
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Kind of something along the lines of the rack of fabric she's currently half buried in.
Her head does come up out of that mess though, a bit wide eyed and startled at Zack's declaration.}
Shoes? You never said anything about - ...fine. I'm a seven. And stay out of the hat section. That's where I'm going next.
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Although it's good to have a size to go on, now that he thinks of it. Maybe after letting the military dress him for so many years, there are a few things he tends to forget about.
At any rate, Zack wastes no time hightailing it over to the dressing rooms, once he's managed to make a mess of an aisle or two of ladies' shoes. (And he doesn't even try to look around for any particular overabundance of hats, to get a glimpse of whatever it is Tifa might be doing - not even that much. Almost barely.) At some point, he must've assumed it was a race, because he's waiting patiently with a bundle of dress and strappy heels and one shimmery scarf (SOLDIERs are attracted to shiny things, you know) over his folded arms, leaned far too casually back against the wall, by the time she shows up to meet him. ]
So, what's the damage?
[ This is gonna be good. ]
http://www.thefashionpolice.net/images/6a00d8341c873353ef01156fc39b81970b.jpg I got sidetracked
{honestly, she'd almost gone with something a bit more... frilly. In the end though, she'd decided that, even if he was a pain, he was a good intentioned pain and so what she'd chosen for him had been a bit simpler. She wanted him to be able to move around in it without flashing her for instance. She'd also scrapped the hat idea and instead on top of the pile of goodies, right next to the large pearl necklace and the giant pearl clip earrings was a huge red paper rose to clip in his hair. With an air of finality, she handed the the whole kit, dress included, over.}
All you need is a pair of red heels {she added solemnly.}