Blood For Begonias
Posted: 14 May 2017, 16:35
“Good evening, my name is Traci. Welcome to Infatuation. Is there something I can help you with tonight?” Her bubbly voice caught Elizabeth's attention the second she walked inside the store. It was easy to see why the woman was so easily spotted; at most there were five total in the entire store; one being Traci. Another an employee at the register, placing guarders on a velvet cardboard holder.
“I...do not know. One has not been here before. I have not been here before.” She corrected herself with a small smile, eyes taking in the store. Her eyes went to the lights above their heads, then dropped when the blonde telepath found them uncomfortable to look upon. “I have an...event this month.” Elizabeth stated, slowly moving with the woman, deeper inside the shop. “I need a dress. For an...opera. I am afraid that it is a bit out of my standard daily routine-or even yearly routine.”
“I see. We have an both an excellent and wide variety of evening gowns that would suit an opera. Are you planning on matching your date? What's his colour scheme?” Traci asked, coming to a slow stop. Elizabeth's eyes doubles to the size of saucers, before she shook her head. “It is not a date. At least, I do not believe so. It was just an invitation.” Traci looked at her, skepticism plain on her facial features. “Honey, if a man-or woman; pro whatever you want to be in that aspect, is spending that sort of money...it's a date.” She smiled at Elizabeth, before moving to the longer dresses. “Their colour?”
“I know not. Black, primarily. I assume.” She tipped her head, looking past the colours Elizabeth was not interested in wearing for the evening. “We are just friends.” Elizabeth clarified, her voice firm, but soft. “Whatever you say, honey.” Traci hummed a song, while she looked through a rack. “You're a size...six?” Elizabeth nodded her head, and added in, “That is what the labels inside most dresses say, yes. Once in a while, a number four. It depends on the designer, I have been told” The telepath walked away from the woman and started looking at the dresses, going through them one at a time on the rack.
“Perhaps, something blue, or black. Elegant, yet bold. I do not desire something flashy, such as gold, silver, or red.” There was a sound of hangers squeaking as a few items were put back on the rack. “I can find a few things for you to try on. If you'd like, you can step into the dressing room and I can keep browsing for you? It's a slow night.” Traci confessed, before Elizabeth nodded and grabbed the dresses that Traci had already found for her to try on. A black gown, and a sky blue coloured dress. That one deserved a wrinkle from her nose, as Elizabeth disappeared into the changing room.
Elizabeth opted for the blue one first, just to try it on, appease the saleswoman and inform her that this would not be the one. And she did just that. The black was agreeable enough, but a little too long. A frown crossed Elizabeth's features, before Traci interjected with, “We can hem just about any material.” This caused Elizabeth to raise a brow-knowing that claim was far from true. “That worries me not, what worries me is how long it would take one to hem the dress. Time is running out.” She could hem the dress herself, if Elizabeth spent most of the weekend on it.
“When is the...not date?” Traci asked as she handed Elizabeth another dress, before asking her to spin around, so that Traci could unzip the dress the petite blonde was currently in. “I...do not know. I suspect soon, as it was arranged for this month and the days remaining are getting smaller and smaller. Does one think either of these could be hemmed this weekend?” Elizabeth held up the offered dress, the more dramatic of the two she just tried on, only to hear no reply from Traci.
“You know...I love a sale, as much as the next girl in this place. The commission isn't bad. At all. But, female to female...don't you think it's strange that you're calling it an 'event,' or 'not a date,' and he or she hasn't told you when the not a date is? Have they called you lately? Text you? Even email?” All three questions received a short shake of Elizabeth's head, before the woman nodded. “Like I said, not my place, but if it smells like ****, it probably is...****.”
“No. I know him. He would not make plans and then not carry through with them. If he has to cancel, then so be it, but he would inform me of such.” Elizabeth pulled the new dress off the hanger, closed the door to the dressing room and tried it on in silence. She was thinking. Second guessing her words. If had been some time since they had conversed. The last time in which that happened, Doc had tried to motivate Elizabeth to a life of politics. She was not interested...and Doc stopped talking to her. Traci, could very well be right. “It fits. A little long, but I believe I can hem it in time.” Elizabeth called over the door, before slipping out of it, and passing it through a large crack in the door. “I would like that one.” Traci looked at the tag, then at a half naked Elizabeth, and asked with profound certainty...”Are you sure this is the one you want? It's very expensive.” Traci was ready to offer one of the cheaper dresses, so that she would not have to deal with a potential return of an upset client this week, but Elizabeth did not give her the opportuity to express that final thought.
“If I wished for this sort of conversation, I would have asked Elise to stay longer!” She snarled at the woman, slamming her hard against the outer wall of the changing room. “I did not ask for your opinions or thoughts. Charles, will be taking me to the opera, as he intended to-as friends.” The dress Elizabeth thought she wanted was snatched from the saleswoman's hands, and thrust to the floor, before Elizabeth started choking the woman to death. “You would have done well to hold your tongue tonight.” The truth was, Elizabeth was having her doubts as well, but had not expressed such a thing. Traci had brought it to the surface and not, it was going to cost the woman her life.
Elizabeth did not stop, even when she heard the siren's approaching and covering the store. She only stopped when the woman was limp in her arms, and her eyes had rolled to the back of her heads, displaying only the whites of her eyes. The dress, too rumpled now, was dismissed, as Elizabeth moved around inside the store that was now vacant but dancing with blue and red flashing lights. Fingers reached out for another dress by a whim, before Elizabeth headed to the dressing room to clean up her 'mess.' The body was teleported to the back door of her tower, before Elizabeth was on the front step of the building made of white. She hummed an upbeat and familiar song while the woman entered, before setting off for her penthouse within. The dress would be hung, the body collected, and chopped into smaller pieces, before she went on with hemming the dress she stole from the dress boutique.
“I...do not know. One has not been here before. I have not been here before.” She corrected herself with a small smile, eyes taking in the store. Her eyes went to the lights above their heads, then dropped when the blonde telepath found them uncomfortable to look upon. “I have an...event this month.” Elizabeth stated, slowly moving with the woman, deeper inside the shop. “I need a dress. For an...opera. I am afraid that it is a bit out of my standard daily routine-or even yearly routine.”
“I see. We have an both an excellent and wide variety of evening gowns that would suit an opera. Are you planning on matching your date? What's his colour scheme?” Traci asked, coming to a slow stop. Elizabeth's eyes doubles to the size of saucers, before she shook her head. “It is not a date. At least, I do not believe so. It was just an invitation.” Traci looked at her, skepticism plain on her facial features. “Honey, if a man-or woman; pro whatever you want to be in that aspect, is spending that sort of money...it's a date.” She smiled at Elizabeth, before moving to the longer dresses. “Their colour?”
“I know not. Black, primarily. I assume.” She tipped her head, looking past the colours Elizabeth was not interested in wearing for the evening. “We are just friends.” Elizabeth clarified, her voice firm, but soft. “Whatever you say, honey.” Traci hummed a song, while she looked through a rack. “You're a size...six?” Elizabeth nodded her head, and added in, “That is what the labels inside most dresses say, yes. Once in a while, a number four. It depends on the designer, I have been told” The telepath walked away from the woman and started looking at the dresses, going through them one at a time on the rack.
“Perhaps, something blue, or black. Elegant, yet bold. I do not desire something flashy, such as gold, silver, or red.” There was a sound of hangers squeaking as a few items were put back on the rack. “I can find a few things for you to try on. If you'd like, you can step into the dressing room and I can keep browsing for you? It's a slow night.” Traci confessed, before Elizabeth nodded and grabbed the dresses that Traci had already found for her to try on. A black gown, and a sky blue coloured dress. That one deserved a wrinkle from her nose, as Elizabeth disappeared into the changing room.
Elizabeth opted for the blue one first, just to try it on, appease the saleswoman and inform her that this would not be the one. And she did just that. The black was agreeable enough, but a little too long. A frown crossed Elizabeth's features, before Traci interjected with, “We can hem just about any material.” This caused Elizabeth to raise a brow-knowing that claim was far from true. “That worries me not, what worries me is how long it would take one to hem the dress. Time is running out.” She could hem the dress herself, if Elizabeth spent most of the weekend on it.
“When is the...not date?” Traci asked as she handed Elizabeth another dress, before asking her to spin around, so that Traci could unzip the dress the petite blonde was currently in. “I...do not know. I suspect soon, as it was arranged for this month and the days remaining are getting smaller and smaller. Does one think either of these could be hemmed this weekend?” Elizabeth held up the offered dress, the more dramatic of the two she just tried on, only to hear no reply from Traci.
“You know...I love a sale, as much as the next girl in this place. The commission isn't bad. At all. But, female to female...don't you think it's strange that you're calling it an 'event,' or 'not a date,' and he or she hasn't told you when the not a date is? Have they called you lately? Text you? Even email?” All three questions received a short shake of Elizabeth's head, before the woman nodded. “Like I said, not my place, but if it smells like ****, it probably is...****.”
“No. I know him. He would not make plans and then not carry through with them. If he has to cancel, then so be it, but he would inform me of such.” Elizabeth pulled the new dress off the hanger, closed the door to the dressing room and tried it on in silence. She was thinking. Second guessing her words. If had been some time since they had conversed. The last time in which that happened, Doc had tried to motivate Elizabeth to a life of politics. She was not interested...and Doc stopped talking to her. Traci, could very well be right. “It fits. A little long, but I believe I can hem it in time.” Elizabeth called over the door, before slipping out of it, and passing it through a large crack in the door. “I would like that one.” Traci looked at the tag, then at a half naked Elizabeth, and asked with profound certainty...”Are you sure this is the one you want? It's very expensive.” Traci was ready to offer one of the cheaper dresses, so that she would not have to deal with a potential return of an upset client this week, but Elizabeth did not give her the opportuity to express that final thought.
“If I wished for this sort of conversation, I would have asked Elise to stay longer!” She snarled at the woman, slamming her hard against the outer wall of the changing room. “I did not ask for your opinions or thoughts. Charles, will be taking me to the opera, as he intended to-as friends.” The dress Elizabeth thought she wanted was snatched from the saleswoman's hands, and thrust to the floor, before Elizabeth started choking the woman to death. “You would have done well to hold your tongue tonight.” The truth was, Elizabeth was having her doubts as well, but had not expressed such a thing. Traci had brought it to the surface and not, it was going to cost the woman her life.
Elizabeth did not stop, even when she heard the siren's approaching and covering the store. She only stopped when the woman was limp in her arms, and her eyes had rolled to the back of her heads, displaying only the whites of her eyes. The dress, too rumpled now, was dismissed, as Elizabeth moved around inside the store that was now vacant but dancing with blue and red flashing lights. Fingers reached out for another dress by a whim, before Elizabeth headed to the dressing room to clean up her 'mess.' The body was teleported to the back door of her tower, before Elizabeth was on the front step of the building made of white. She hummed an upbeat and familiar song while the woman entered, before setting off for her penthouse within. The dress would be hung, the body collected, and chopped into smaller pieces, before she went on with hemming the dress she stole from the dress boutique.