Post by ♣ ilona.rakhmatulina on Feb 3, 2007 3:46:24 GMT
Despite the recent comings of wealth in her case, there were still doubts as to whether any of the product in these stores were in her price range. Money was a luxury, and wealth was a new thing to her. The price tags meant nothing really. Just because the little white tag on that gorgeous Prada dress said she could afford it, didn't always mean she could. It was really all a mental thing for Ilona. Then, everything seemed to be a mental thing with her.
Her eyes wandered about the store, glancing over every piece of clothing, every shoe and every delicious little hand bag there. The edges of the Visa card she carried dug lightly into her palm as she bit her lip and kept walking, passing temptation everytime. She really was curious to know how long she could last without giving in and buying something. Shopping was always a mental challenge with herself. Walking towards the back of the store, she stopped for a moment and glanced around. Letting out a sigh, she decided maybe she should leave. Why try anything on when it always seemed to look better on someone else? The seemed to the be the question of choice in EVERY store she was in.
Turning on her heels, she made a b-line for the door and avoided any eye contact with anyone. Ilona had a hate for the stupid sales people who wouldn't let you leave without purchasing atleast one item. They really annoyed her. Sticking the card in her jeans pocket, she wrapped her hands around the door handle and pushed on the door, stepping through the opening. A bright day, sudden warmth and hints of the lingering pollution in the air, jumped out to greet Ilona as she flipped down her black wrap around sunglasses. She was not one for the over sized sunglasses that seemed to attract every being on the planet. Another of her pet peeves.
Her black flip flops slapped her heels as she walked down the side walk, glancing into store windows and deciding that was not the place to go. She judged these things by the people who were inside them. The common phrase "never judge a book by its cover" never really had an impact on her life. Ilona seemed to be a good judge of character so far in her life. The cuffs of her Von Dutch jeans dragged slightly on the pavement as she walked, just since there were never jeans to fit her properly and she was to lazy to have them tailored. Some people thought of her as a hippocrate since she said she never usually bought expensive clothing. It wasn't entirely true since she did where her share of Von Dutch and other brands like such. She just never hit the Gucci, Hermes, Prada, Dolce band wagon. Didn't have any intentions of it either.
As she walked, she felt the cold stares of people passing her. She could vaguely see the culprits, and it was somewhat obvious she was getting them. The average person who stared at her was wearing some expensive skirt or dress, designer shoes and excessories, and had their share of rocks on their necks and fingers. That compared to her, cheap black flip flops, dark Von Dutch blue jeans, white Mumiy Troll, fabric sling bag from a department store and inexpensive sunglasses. Ilona did seem to stick out, but she didn't really mind. She was never one for the fancy. Everyone learned that over time. Shaking her head slightly to move a few of her curled locks from her face, she continued to glance at the signs above the stores and the people who passed her. Eventually finding a small cafe, she decided she might as well sit down and regroup. She had been at this for some time and had not made a purchase yet.
Turning into the doorway, she pulled on the door and headed inside. No one really seemed to notice she had come in, and she didn't catch any cold stares. The cafe was filled with people and every table inside and outside was occupied, to her dismay. Ilona was looking forward to sitting and thinking. Pushing the sunglasses up onto her head, she stopped at the counter and ordered a french vanilla late. She stepped over to the side and waited for her coffee. She recieved her coffee,payed, and turned around to see if anyone had miraculously left. No one had. Seeing a table in the back with only one person occupying it, she headed over and asked,
"May I join you?I just need somewhere to sit."
Her eyes wandered about the store, glancing over every piece of clothing, every shoe and every delicious little hand bag there. The edges of the Visa card she carried dug lightly into her palm as she bit her lip and kept walking, passing temptation everytime. She really was curious to know how long she could last without giving in and buying something. Shopping was always a mental challenge with herself. Walking towards the back of the store, she stopped for a moment and glanced around. Letting out a sigh, she decided maybe she should leave. Why try anything on when it always seemed to look better on someone else? The seemed to the be the question of choice in EVERY store she was in.
Turning on her heels, she made a b-line for the door and avoided any eye contact with anyone. Ilona had a hate for the stupid sales people who wouldn't let you leave without purchasing atleast one item. They really annoyed her. Sticking the card in her jeans pocket, she wrapped her hands around the door handle and pushed on the door, stepping through the opening. A bright day, sudden warmth and hints of the lingering pollution in the air, jumped out to greet Ilona as she flipped down her black wrap around sunglasses. She was not one for the over sized sunglasses that seemed to attract every being on the planet. Another of her pet peeves.
Her black flip flops slapped her heels as she walked down the side walk, glancing into store windows and deciding that was not the place to go. She judged these things by the people who were inside them. The common phrase "never judge a book by its cover" never really had an impact on her life. Ilona seemed to be a good judge of character so far in her life. The cuffs of her Von Dutch jeans dragged slightly on the pavement as she walked, just since there were never jeans to fit her properly and she was to lazy to have them tailored. Some people thought of her as a hippocrate since she said she never usually bought expensive clothing. It wasn't entirely true since she did where her share of Von Dutch and other brands like such. She just never hit the Gucci, Hermes, Prada, Dolce band wagon. Didn't have any intentions of it either.
As she walked, she felt the cold stares of people passing her. She could vaguely see the culprits, and it was somewhat obvious she was getting them. The average person who stared at her was wearing some expensive skirt or dress, designer shoes and excessories, and had their share of rocks on their necks and fingers. That compared to her, cheap black flip flops, dark Von Dutch blue jeans, white Mumiy Troll, fabric sling bag from a department store and inexpensive sunglasses. Ilona did seem to stick out, but she didn't really mind. She was never one for the fancy. Everyone learned that over time. Shaking her head slightly to move a few of her curled locks from her face, she continued to glance at the signs above the stores and the people who passed her. Eventually finding a small cafe, she decided she might as well sit down and regroup. She had been at this for some time and had not made a purchase yet.
Turning into the doorway, she pulled on the door and headed inside. No one really seemed to notice she had come in, and she didn't catch any cold stares. The cafe was filled with people and every table inside and outside was occupied, to her dismay. Ilona was looking forward to sitting and thinking. Pushing the sunglasses up onto her head, she stopped at the counter and ordered a french vanilla late. She stepped over to the side and waited for her coffee. She recieved her coffee,payed, and turned around to see if anyone had miraculously left. No one had. Seeing a table in the back with only one person occupying it, she headed over and asked,
"May I join you?I just need somewhere to sit."
