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Post by rosalie hale on Apr 9, 2009 0:15:45 GMT
 I’M LIKE A PERFORMER THE DANCE FLOOR IS MY STAGE================================ Rosalie had to go out in public, even though she was worried about what Bella would do next, because newborns were unpredictable, they would look suspicious if they didn't come out into public once in a while. Her thoughts were on Jasper for a moment, she couldn't really blame him, he was just going on instinct. If it was anyone's fault, it was Edward's. He shouldn't have been so foolish to allow a human in his life. In all of their lives. It was dangerous, and it had deadly consequences. One of which, had happened and to be honest... The last one she had expected. If anything, she had expected for Bella to be killed by Jasper, or Edward. As he chose to get a bit too close with her sometimes.
It angered Rosalie, how Edward could've been so...so foolish. The first time she had seen Bella, she knew that this would just end badly. Now they had to deal with a newborn. Well, she would have little to do with this as possible. She wanted to be a vampire? Well now she was. What an idiot. Who would want to give up a wonderful life of being a human? Being able to be around others and not worry about slipping up and killing them? Being able to have children and not having to have such a huge secret that was always on your mind. How selfish could one girl be?
Gripping the steering wheel of her car tightly, she made sure not to do so that she dented it. This was her baby after all. She spent so much time making sure everything was perfect on it. One dent and she had a heart attack. Though it did give her something to do. Still, she enjoyed everything looking perfect. From herself, to the things she wore, to what Emmett wore. Yes, she did choose his clothing at times, and most of the time he went along with it, without complaining.
She didn't enjoy food shopping, and they rarely did it. But they had to appear human, and since Esme was busy at the present, Rosalie decided to make an appearance at the town store. The smell of human food disgusted her, but she had to put that aside as she got out of the car after parking it very carefully. Closing the door, Rosalie looked around briefly before she made her way inside. Her heels clicking beneath her as she walked inside. The small ring sounded as the door was pulled open, alerting everyone that someone else had entered the store. |
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Post by lauren mallory on Apr 9, 2009 1:34:40 GMT
Shopping for her mother's wacky diet food had never been a favorite pastime of Lauren's, although she did do grudgingly on the basis that she was a legal adult and in most situations legal adults were expected to make their own money. Lauren had often posited that the only thing more boring than diet food shopping would be getting a job. Despite her dislike of buying shitloads of bananas for her mom, this experience had been pleasantly mediocre - thus far, anyway.
She craned her neck as the bell rang at the door because she knew that Jess sometimes stopped by to buy stuff for dinner around this time, and in a small town like Forks it was incredibly plausible that whoever had just entered the store was her friend. Not plausible enough, though, because it turned out to be Rosalie Hale instead. Immediately feeling self conscious at five foot three with three inch heels, Lauren busied herself in the produce section, occasional glancing over her shoulder at the stunning blonde.
Hearsay was (and she was quite up to date on hearsay about the Cullens) that Hale wasn't nearly as torn up about Bella Swan's mysterious disappearance as her adoptive siblings, which intrigued Lauren somewhat. She knew that the drop dead gorgeous girl had always looked less than thrilled when Bella sat with them. Lauren had two theories on this - that for some reason beyond her comprehension, Rosalie Hale's bar was set even higher than the rest of the Cullens', or that she had something to do with Bella's disappearance.
Lauren didn't like to gossip (this was a lie she told people frequently), but she couldn't help but opine on occasion that Rosalie was a little sketchy. She liked the idea of a dramatic murder of jealousy or passion or just of a whim, and she liked the idea that someone so perfect on the outside could be so fundamentally flawed. As she realized what she was thinking, she actually made a face at herself as she turned over a head of lettuce. She could be pretty flawed herself, sometimes.
She was caught by surprise as Rosalie breezed by her, nearly grazing her hand, which had been outstretched towards a display of fruits. She withdrew her hand quickly, glaring at the taller girl, and in a moment of ineptitude she dropped the bag of produce she'd been holding, sending slightly overripe grapes scattering across the wood paneled floor of the general store. She gasped quietly, though she made no move to try to clean up the mess, just hoping that Hale would ignore her like always and move on.
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Post by rosalie hale on Apr 9, 2009 2:07:32 GMT
I’M LIKE A PERFORMER THE DANCE FLOOR IS MY STAGE================================ Rosalie's golden eyes scanned her surroundings, as she always liked to be familiar with them. Plus, she also wanted to make sure that nothing was out of the ordinary. She certainly looked out of place here, mostly because it was usually filled with people who were just out here to buy stuff and could care about her looks. Even Rosalie was just going to get the mail, she always looked her best. Of course, no one but her family was around where she lived, to see her. Still, Rosalie enjoyed looking her best at all times. She had been beautiful before she was changed into a vampire, but being turned into one only made her even more beautiful. She liked that about being a vampire, but aside from that and being able to be with Emmett forever, she hated it. She could never have children, which was something Rosalie had always wanted. It did depress her at times, but she tried her best not to think about that too often.
Rosalie could hear people moving about, and it was rather loud, mostly because of her enhanced hearing. The smell of all of the food in here was less than pleasant, but she had grown slightly immune to it with her time spent around humans. Speaking of humans, there was one in particular staring at her. Lauren Mallory. She hadn't noticed at first, but as her eyes scanned the store, she then took notice to her. Rosalie eyed her briefly before moving her gaze elsewhere. She really didn't care for any human, really, least of all her. She knew she enjoyed gossiping a lot, something Rosalie didn't appreciate at all. Even though most of the time it wasn't about her in particular. She also knew that Lauren was envious of her looks. What girl at that school or in town wasn't? They had every right to, as well.
Smirking lightly, Rosalie walked through the medium-sized store with confidence. She had a basket hanging from mid-arm as she picked out random things. Never really taking the time to look. It really didn't matter, especially now that Bella would no longer be eating human food as well. Still, they had to maintain that they were normal people. So once in a while she would pretend to act interested in what she was buying. Reading over labels and such. Though her mind was drifting as she did. How could humans eat this stuff? It sounded so disgusting, and some of it rather fattening.
Putting some things back after she was done 'reading them', Rosalie noticed that Lauren was looking at her again from the corner of her eye. Holding back on rolling her eyes, Rosalie continued to move about the store, hips swaying naturally as she did. Walking towards where Lauren was, Rosalie started to move past her to get onto the other side of where she stood, to where the oranges were. Rosalie's nose scrunched up a bit, the shorter blonde really had to back off of the perfume.
Accidentally, Rosalie brushed against the girl. Though she had not expected what had happened next. She heard the sound of food falling to the floor and Rosalie turned on her heel to look at the girl, only to step in some grapes. Making a sound of both annoyance and disgust she then looked down at the human girl. "Watch where you're going." She told her bitterly. This was a pair of heels that Rosalie particularly enjoyed wearing, and now they had mushed up grapes on them. |
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