Kyndall moved from rack to rack, watching the everymove made by others. She was one to act...Odd when in a public place, seemingly disturbed by something. Finding a maroon shirt with Hollister on it, she quickly pulled the trademark prnad off the rack. It matched almost perfectly with the other few things she was attempting to hold, and so she ran off to the back of the store to the fitting rooms.
Clothing herself in the red-ish shirt, she pulled over the white jacket and dark blue jeans she collected also. They fit almost perfectly. A tight outline of her thin build, and yet they made her look un-anorexic, like most clothing didn't. Walking out of the dressing room in the clothes she entered the store in, she continued on her search for some summertime suits to swim in.
Post by Alice ;; ♥ on Jun 18, 2007 15:26:00 GMT -5
Ryan entered Hollister, smiling as the scent of cologne became obvious in the air. he sighed softly, walking towards the front desk, a warm smile on his handsome face, his hair brushed quickly from his face with one masculine hand. A Hollister tee adorned his muscled chest, low rise jeans on his legs. He stood at the height of six one, and was undeniably good looking. And now, he was applying for a job. Hollister greeter and model. He had booked an appointment, but had arrived thirty minutes early, and had walked over to the help desk, in search of some more information. However, a brisk reply followed his inquiries, and he was sent away with only a pamphlet, and a bored expression.
Now, Ryan stood in the male section, leafing through the items of clothing, holding a few hoodies up against his handsome frame.
The girl, seemingly satified with a swim-suit, walked back to the dressing rooms once more. She stayed in the fitting area for about five minutes before walking out and paying. After giving the clerk that correct amount, she walked back over towards the mens area.
She planned on trying to see if anything would fit her younger brother. He certaintly wasn't going to have a holister anywhere where he was, so she was going to attempt to send his favorite brand over seas. Surely this would fit. The eighteen year old thought, holding it up and examining it. She took it down once more, checking the tag and then folding it back onto the shelf. Can't hardly afford the price! She stated. Her parents would never lend her the money.
Post by Alice ;; ♥ on Jun 18, 2007 15:40:02 GMT -5
Ryan turned to see a girl behind him. He smiled slightly, a slightly awkward wave gracing his stance. But it was a little odd, it being the men's section and all. But ah well, perhaps it was for a male friend. He then turned to see her, and his smile grew warmer, she looked really friendly. He spoke now, realizing he had nothing to loose, and plenty of time to kill. He was new here, and only knew Anna, his sister, Resa, his girlfriend and Davi, his best friend. However, although his social circle was cosy, it wasn't exactly thriving.
Kyndall jumped slightly at the greeting. She didn't really expect anyone to be social in the store. Looking the person over in one quick motion she turned to meet their gaze. Who is he? She asked. Most times she didn't talk to 'strangers' but she did remeber what her mother said. A stranger is just a friend never met... Kyndall shook the thought and spoke.
Hey. I'm Kyndall. Nice to meet you Ryan. She stated, offering a hang to shake.
Post by Alice ;; ♥ on Jun 18, 2007 15:49:01 GMT -5
Ryan took her hand And smiled, seeing the Hollister bag. He nodded, and asked politely if she'd been shopping. Stupid question, truthfully. But ah well, smalltalk began conversations, right? Well, acctually, Ryan hated smalltalk, but what else could he say? He looked over to the receptionist, who kept casting glances his way, apparently unsure about his emo fringe, perhaps, with the whole 'prep model' role.
Yeah. What about you? She asked. I mean, if you dont mind me asking. She stated, feeling rude to just jump in and as questions that were really...Personal to some people. Giving a small etchy smirk she found herself looking to the left and right for a shirt or jacket once more before looking back to Ryan.
A smile crossed Ryan's face, and he nodded, shifting his shopping bags from the left hand to the right. He sighed, leaning back slightly on a shelving unit, filled with ripped jeans. He looked down for a moment, then up at a large clock on the white washed walls of his favourite shop. It was made of driftwood, and hung nicely at an angle. Then he realized a question had been asked, and turned, half smiling.
I'm auditioning to model here. And greet, you know.
Kyndall gave a smile, looking around after he anwsered. I'm sure you'll get the part. She stated smiling. He certaintly was good looking, the type of person that Hollister would most likely want for their models. Giving a small sigh she looked towards her watch. It was still another hour or so to kill for her, since it was almost about two. Giving a small eye roll to the wristwatch on her arm, she looked back to Ryan.
He smiled, looking from the shop assistant nearby, back to Kendall, and to the floor. A few times he repeated this action, before realizing this conversation had jumped quickly from hello to goodbye. Their choice of conversation topics had run dry. So he shifted from foot to foot, before scanning his brain one more time for interesting conversation starters. It was all a little awkward. So, he spoke. Random, yes, but words, at least.
Kyndall smiled. Most people were exchanging to the english saddle, and very few western riders were around her parts. Smiling, she tried to think of some excuse as not to sound so...Herself-ish.
That'd be great. She stated with a smile. She wasn't doing much of shopping anymore, for she figured none of the shirts that her brother would like would fit him. Laughing slightly at her own toughts, she looked over to Ryan once more.
Indeed, she believed he was going to get the job. After all, she knew people who looked just as good as he did but wern't offered the modeling buisness because they had horrible personalitys. Indeed. She stated once more to herself and then focused back onto the man.