[Oscar] To the Rescue

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<sup>Humming to herself as she looked at the dresses around her, she clicked her fingers. A man dressed in a black suit, a black train-style hat placed on his head.
"James, carry these for me," the lady said in her english accent, throwing a few dresses over the mans outspread arm.
Walking over to the counter, her 'servant' following behind her, she pulled out her credit card. Giving James the signal to place the clothes on the bench, she handed the lady work there her credit car.
The worker looked at the name on the card. "Juliet...Danes?" she asked, and Juliet looked up from the pair of short-shorts she was holding up. "Yes, that's me," Juilet said, and the worker muttered something, hurrying on with purchusing the items for Juilet.

Once that was over, Juilet ordered James to take the newly bought clothes to the car. Giving a sigh, she sat down on a courtesy bench, back straight.(Outfit - graphics10.nytimes.com/images/2006/01/15/arts/danes.184.1.jpg)</sup>

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^{ooc Damn, wrong account. XD}

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[Oscar Lyon]

He was running an errand for his mother. She needed to pick up this dress she ordered. After a small protest of to his mother that it would be embaressing if he walked in to pick up a woman's dress. After failing, his mother told him that she expected it later that night.

Today was pretty laid back, wearing a 'The Subways' shirt, on of his favorite bands and jeans. So, his converses slapping against the marble flooring as he walked around the mall. He had been wandering around for the past twenty minutes when he realized he didn't know what the hell he was looking for. What store was it?

"Damn," he muttered under his breath. He would just call his mother, but she didn't have a cell phone. He looked around, he really didn't reconize anyone that he knew. There was this girl he had talked to a few times, Juliet he believed her name was. She looked sophisticated enough to know most of the dress-making clothing stores in the three-floor mall. Maybe she could help?

"Um, excuse me?" He asked her, "You wouldn't mind if you could help me?"[/size]

[ella04]

^{Humming the Family Guy theme song softly, she looked around at all the people walking around the mall. Possibly with absouletly nothing to do except wander around the shops aimlessly.
A snort was given, in disgust, and she suddenly flushed red when Oscar approached her. "Oh, hello," Juliet said, and looked away, pressing a hand up to her cheek.
Help? Was she really the kind of person to 'help' people with out getting something in return? A shrug was given. "I suppose I can help you. What do you need?"
ooc Short. D :}

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[Oscar Lyon]

She seemed a little arrogant. Too good to speak to the likes of him? Well, probably, but at least Oscar knew they shared something in common already. Arrogance.

"You see," he started, "my mother wanted me to pick up a dress for her. She never really told what store, just that it was the store that only sold dresses, and nothing else." he stopped and looked around, "and you seemed like the only girl that one: I reconized, and two: seemed to have some knowledge at this. Sadly, I do not."

He finally took his hands out of his pocket and offered a hand, "I'm Oscar. Lyon. Oscar Lyon," he said with a smile.[/size]

[ella04]

Juliet gave a little smile at what he wanted. She could help with that. That store was somewhere around here. She would find it later, after introductions. Listening intently to him, she acknolodge his name.

"Oscar," she said, testing out that name. It was cool, and reminded her of her little cousin. "I'm Juliet. Juliet Danes," she told him, and took his hand in her own.

Juliet study him, as she did with all males. He had gorgeous hair. Something made her want to play with it, but she restrained herself, just smiling.

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[Oscar Lyon]

His eyes brightened. "Wow, think Juliet, that would help a lot. No one is prepared for my mother's wrath if I don't get it. Not even I am," he laughed at himself.

"I think you are in a couple of my photography classes," he said to her. Though, he couldn't be sure. There was a lot of people at Valkyrie that went there for photography. Which meant big classes. Another thing in common. They were both there for the same thing.[/size]