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Post by Melody Frost on Jan 3, 2008 21:33:59 GMT -5
Melody loved vintage things and knew that all flea markets were the best place to find them. When she heard that a flea market would be coming into town this weekend she made sure that she had the plan in her schedule to go and look around. Flea markets were popular but they didn't often come around here and when they did she made sure to not miss up the wonderful opportunity. She hopped out of the truck and grabbed her purse making sure her cell phone was in it before she walked towards the flea market that was already packed with people.
Today she was wearing one of her pairs of camo pants, they weren't too baggy but they weren't darkly enough colored to attract very much sunlight either. This was good because it was very sunny today and she didn't want to get hot while shopping. She had on her favorite pair of flip flops and a black tank top covered with a thin sweat-shirt. It hadn't gotten very warm out yet and was a little breezy so she left her sweat-shirt on for a while longer.
She didn't see anyone she knew yet but that wasn't the main point to why she was here and on her walk to the tables she saw a frozen lemonade stand stopping and buying one before continuing on to the tables that were covered in flea market treasures. One man's trash was always another man's treasure she thought to herself as she stopped at the first table she came across. In front of her were some things like older styled candles, necklaces, earrings. They were all of the vintage style of course but she didn't mind, she loved jewelry. She picked up and orange necklace and held it in her hand for a moment before placing it to its original spot.
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Sean Thomas
Resident of Drakesville
Normal/Gangster[M:0]
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Post by Sean Thomas on Jan 3, 2008 22:09:55 GMT -5
Sean actually liked coming to flea markets because there were always the generic brands that everyone was wearing. You could find things that weren't necessarily in the popular scene, but make it your own and eventually, you could come up with an original look that was your own. If you were looked at enough and if it seemed like a trend that could come of something, people would eventually copy you and take your style. It was always like that. Come up with something new and it would eventually make its way around the school. Then, you're just like everyone else again
It was human nature to take what they saw and claim it for themselves and Sean was no different. He wore a longsleeve blue underarmour shirt that pressed against his body, letting his muscles ripple through. He wore a simple pair of jeans over black work boots. He was simple, yet everything he wore was a brand that everyone else wore as well. But looking around at the flea market could hold real treasure. You just had to look for it.
He liked everything around him. The vintage feel of the old things around him. If you looked hard enough, you could really find some bang for your buck and that was a badass thing when you didn't have to pay full price for the things you buy. So, someone had worn the clothing you were buying, or someone had used the item in your hand. In Sean's opinion, if it still worked and it looked decent, he wouldn't care if a million people had used it before, as long as it made him look good. [/blockquote][/color] |
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Post by Trey Lewis on Jan 3, 2008 22:11:54 GMT -5
Trey walks in the Flea Market with a black T-Shirt on, some red and black checkered pajama pants on, with a fresh pair of black K-Swiss on. He had on a heavy brown coat to cover up his Black T-Shirt, while he looks around. He was send there to get couple of things for his Mom, his brother, and himself.
Trey walks down the isles and look over to see a girl, holding a orange necklace. He walked over there to her, grinning his teeth. "Oh, you like jewlery, eh?" saids Trey, looking at the candles, necklaces, and earrings. He then turns his attention back on the girl, with his hazel eyes.
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Post by Melody Frost on Jan 4, 2008 5:56:50 GMT -5
Melody looked up from the orange necklace in her hand to see a boy who looked about her age. "Yea, I do" She smiled at him. What kind of a girl wouldn't like jewelry in her right mind she thought to herself. She watched as the boy looked around and then looked back at her. Why was someone like him at a flea market she thought silently. She wasn't one the often judge a book by its cover and she wasn't about to start now.
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Post by Trey Lewis on Jan 4, 2008 6:08:41 GMT -5
Trey chuckled. Trey look down at the candles, grabbing one. "I might could buy these for my mom to get myself out of trouble. Although, it was my fault." saids Trey, out loud. Trey looks over at Melody. "I might not be the wisest person around, but I'm somewhat good, when it comes to facial expressions, it looks like you think of me as one of those blacks, that stay in trouble and stuff. One of those bad kids, that don't have feelings for vintage." saids Trey, while putting the candle away.
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Post by Melody Frost on Jan 4, 2008 6:11:51 GMT -5
"Yea..sorry. I don't usually judge people I had only looked at you like once though" She laughed a little nervously. It was weird how some people were so good at grasping someones facial expression or the way they talked. That wasn't always a bad thing though, it meant they paid attention to stuff like that.
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Post by Trey Lewis on Jan 4, 2008 6:19:32 GMT -5
"It's cool. Everyone thinks of me like that, when they first look at me. You aren't the only one." Trey chuckles. "So, your just here looking at the vintages or do you have another reason for you being here? Yea, I got to admit. These vintages around here are pretty nice though. Although, it's my first time being in here." Trey admitted, picking up a yellow, shining necklace.
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Post by Melody Frost on Jan 4, 2008 6:24:58 GMT -5
"Nah, I'm just here to look around. Your mom would probably like one of those candles if you were really gonna get on for her." She walked further down the table knowing that as soon as he noticed she was walking away he would follow, that was just how guys were. Or maybe he would just keep looking at the stuff, but she had a feeling he would follow. She continued to look at the items laid down on the tables.
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Post by Trey Lewis on Jan 4, 2008 6:30:44 GMT -5
Trey looks at the candles. Trey looks to see Melody was walking away and followed. "Ah. You seem to know more about candles, then I do. I'm the type to mainly get flowers. I got one of those strict type of moms, if you know what I mean. I'm not always the wise one, when it comes to Candles. My brother knows more about candles then I do. Why don't you help me get something for her." Trey chuckles then begin feeling kinda awkward, because he didn't wanna come on to her like some type of stalker or something.
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Post by Melody Frost on Jan 4, 2008 7:24:22 GMT -5
"Sure" She turned to him and smiled. She didn't mind doing that, the only thing that might be kind of hard would be because she didn't know his mom and she might need to but she would de her best and try to pick something she herself would like that way she would know that most girls would like it. He seemed a lot nicer than she would have thought by looking at him once. It surprised her sometimes that guys like him always wore things that really kind of hid there personality.
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Post by Trey Lewis on Jan 4, 2008 7:42:58 GMT -5
"Thanks.". Trey begin to reveal his first smile ever, since he moved here. He had a nice, blushy type of smile. But it was still a cute smile, overall. "Where you wanna start first?" saids Trey, trying to keep a straight face, but he knew he wanted to smile because he never met a nice girl, like her. He usually met those type of girls, that were rude and would tell him to look for things himself. But he knew this girl may be different then the ones, he use to mess around with. At first, he didn't like the idea of moving down here. But now, he begin getting more comfortable with the people that was revolving around him. Like, that one girl, who his brother was stunting in front of, and other people, who he knew. "So, tell me. How long you been living down here?" asked Trey, while looking around for something. "I might really need change my ways. My brother already mad at me for the incident, I caused earlier, but now, I'm beginning to feel more comfortable around here. thought Trey.
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Post by Melody Frost on Jan 4, 2008 15:05:43 GMT -5
She looked up and saw him smiling, "Wherever you wanna start I guess. I've lived here for my whole life." She looked down a little avoiding eye contact with him. It seemed like everyone had just moved here and she had lived here her whole life having to see everything in this town happen to people. Especially all the fights her brother had gotten into right before his death.
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Post by Trey Lewis on Jan 4, 2008 17:44:15 GMT -5
Trey looked at her, but she looked kinda worried about something. He tries to look down at her face, till he got her attention. "You okay? You seem sad about something." asked Trey, worried about her concern. "You know, you can talk to me about it. I'll do whatever I can to help you."[/size]
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Post by Melody Frost on Jan 4, 2008 21:35:37 GMT -5
Why would he want to help her if he didn't even know her? She looked at him trying to brighten up her face. "Nah, it's all cool." She smiled the best she could and returned to looking at the items.
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Post by Trey Lewis on Jan 4, 2008 21:42:01 GMT -5
"You sure? I'm sorta good when it comes to listening to people problems. I'm the type of guys, that don't like seeing nobody sad or nothing. But if you wanted to talk it out, you know, you could tell me. But if you wanna move on to different subject, then I guess we can start at certain candles that might be good to give my Mom." Trey rubbed his chin, looking around.
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