Rain Clouds(tag Bree, any)

[Maysan Paghishetsi]

May sighed and glanced out the cafe window at the grey clouds pregnant with rain. It had been like that all day, and she was just waiting for them to break. She was really quite glad to be out of the house, but at the same time she was worried about being caught out in the rain. She had an umbrella, but if the rain were truly torrential it wouldn't help much, and her clothes, while not designer labels, were still too nice (in her mind) to risk ruining them with an unwelcome drenching. At least she wasn't alone, so if it did begin to rain she wouldn't feel awkward lingering over her coffee.

She smiled over at Bree, pleased that the other girl had agreed to spend the day out with her. She never went over to the Marcus house, and really Bree hardly ever talked about her family life, although May knew that her mother had died so she assumed this was the reason for the silence, and for her air of sadness. She had decided as soon as they first met, years ago now, that she wanted to cheer Aubrey up, but she had neglected to find out the real reason behind her unhappiness because she had settled on an easily made assumption. Still, it wasn't as though she had shared her entire world with Bree, either.

"I keep expecting it to rain," She sipped her coffee, dark eyes glancing over at the other girl. "We should go shopping after this." She suggested, "Try on clothes we aren't going to buy, hit the bookstore?" She knew that Bree had a love of books to rival her own, and it thrilled her. She thought she recalled Nikki enjoying books, too, but they didn't really talk to one another outside of cheerleading, even though they had flirted with the idea.

[Bree Marcus]

Bree peered out from behind her dark auburn hair which almost always half covered her face. She had joined May after church let out, for nothing would induce her father to stop the weekly hypocrisy of appearing to be a pious man. She was still in her church dress for she had wanted to escape as soon as possible. “Thanks so much for the invitation, May. I was really dreading spending all day at home,” she said, running a nervous hand over the black and white plaid skirt of her sleeveless dress. She had on a black straw hat with a fuchsia band that matched her patent leather belt and shoes. She sipped a cup of tea with lemon. “I will have to buy at least one outfit or my shopping trip won’t be justified,” she managed to let only a hint of bitterness through in her soft voice. “I have heard that Prada got a new shipment of shoes yesterday. I could probably get by with a pair and a purse.

“I would love to go to the book store. It seems like however many I buy I am always running out of things to read. There is a really cool book store not too far from Prada. I was really surprised for they had a lot of non-mainstream stuff like arts and music. They had some weaving and stained glass patterns I didn’t get a chance to look through because I was running late. They had a good performing arts section too. I think I saw a history of the French ballet that you don’t have yet,” Bree said trying to entice May to the obscure store that had taken her fancy. She finished the last bit of the croissant she had been nibbling on.

“Do you believe the routine we worked on the other day. I wonder what closet that was dug out of. I really hope they drop that from the line up. I thought I was going to start snoring in the middle of it,” Bree said more from a need to say something expected than any real aversion to the routine. She really wasn’t invested in cheerleading, it was her father that expected her to excel at the activity. He gave her a hard enough time that she wasn’t the head cheerleader. “Did they find out who locked everyone in at the Rave last night? I am really glad now that Father didn’t allow me to go.” The truth was she hadn’t wanted to go in the first place and had felt lucky that her Father didn’t think a rave was the kind of thing that would reflect well on his daughter and consequentially on him.

[Maysan Paghishetsi]

May was not inclined to spend all her money on anything by Prada, but then Bree had more money than she did. Perhaps if she had the kind of allowance that Bree had (or the Faulkner sisters, or Nikki) she wouldn't have thought twice about spending the money for an expensive brand. Her family wasn't poor, by any means, but with all the expenses that went along with dance and cheerleading they didn't really have money left over for brand name clothes.

Still, the idea of a new bookstore, and new books on dance, was enough to entice her -- and she loved trying on clothes as much as the next girl, even if she had no intentions of actually buying it. "Sure, we should definitely hit both." She agreed. She liked just hanging out, but at the same time she felt pressured to find something to do, otherwise she felt that she was wasting her friends' time.

She laughed at Bree's comments on the routine. "Ugh, I have no idea." She gave a mock shudder, recalling how entirely objectifying the whole thing had been. She was fairly comfortable with provocative routines, but the one in question had been nearly pornographic. She was surprised they were allowed to wear clothes -- or that they could get away with that kind of routine as a group of underage high school girls (and boys.) "I don't think Ms. Podojel should be allowed to go to Nevada over Christmas break again."

She shook her head at the question about the rave. "No, I didn't know they got locked in! Nobody I know went." At least, she didn't think anyone she knew had gone. She stood, glancing once more at the sky. "Let's go look at shoes before it rains on us!"

[Bree Marcus]

(ooc: sorry I have been ill for almost two weeks which added to my normal problems kept me offline most of the time)

BIC: Bree grinned and stood up, gathering her large shoulder bag to her body. "Yes shoes or we might have to go to Hot Topic instead," she said like that was a fate worse than death. I have wedding to go to where my dad insists on me wearing a salmon colored dress. I think that will be disastrous with my hair, but he is impossible. So I need something that will go with salmon... and a bag."

Her father would let her spend all his money while shopping but if she went out and didn't come back with bags then he had a fit as if she had been plotting escaping him. She was much smarter than that. When she was ready to leave she would do it all in one day. She would lay a credit card trail one way because he really thought she was stupid, and then she would use the cash she had been squirreling away to go someplace else entirely.

"May if you could live somewhere else, where would it be?" Bree asked, trying to imagine being somewhere else where she didn't have to plan every action according to how it might make her father react.