Heart shaped glasses & other stories--Elle

[arizona marie ashe]

The pool, the courtyard, the music room, the art room, the skate park, her dorm. Those were all places where one could normally found Arizona but today was different she was walking to the mall. Unlike female shopacholics,Arizona detested the mall, most girls that she saw there just laughed away as they spend huge amount of money on a pair of ripped skinny jeans that look like they're under thirty dollars. What Ari would do is buy a plain shirt, she would cut it and paint it and do god knows what with it until it looked like a whole new shirt with a weird cut or something of the like. But even for that she needed to buy the simple clothes.

Today however she was not buying clothes, she was buying art supplies. Her endless collection of markers were running dry specially the ones to paint faces. She needed a new canvas and lots of paper not to mention more spray paint and a new air brush and perhaps some dye for her clothes as well. What Arizona did not spend on clothes and make up and hair she spend it on art supplies and shoes. But she came to the mall about three times a year, during Christmas she'll get art supplies and during her birthday it was the same thing so that always cut back on her spending.

Wearing dark jean shorts with black lace boots that were up to her thigh, and a red tank top with a skull human skull printed on it a candle stick planted in one of the eye socket's of the skull. Her hair always messy and soulless black, her lips a deep red and her eyeliner was black and silver, she threw the lines more so her eyes seemed more feline like. Her brown eyes were not being covered by the sunglasses and she was regretting not having them with her.In one hand she held a small metal purse it was like a circular lunch box with landscapes of new York city printed on the outside. On the other hand she held a cigarette, she was not a big fan of smoking, but when she was in a place like the mall her nerves would be a little on the edge and the nicotine relaxed her.

Before actually going into the art shop, which she had no idea where it was, Arizona found herself leaning against the crystal wall that prevented people from falling over. She always enjoyed watching how high she was and leaning so close that it looked like she was going to fall. Her arms crossed themselves as she leaned against the edge, the cigarette in her mouth and her hips slowly moving from side to side. The pitch black hair fell and dangled on the air like a black curtain her eyes looking at the people below her.

[annabelle elyse thorne]

Elle had figured that today was as good as any for a shopping trip. She needed a few skirts, as it was slowly thawing out where they were. Most of her skirts from last year were...so...last year. She didn't wanted to sound juvenile, but she really couldn't bring herself to wear the same things she had worn the year before. Besides, she was a Junior now and felt slightly more mature. Somehow, that needed to be reflected in her clothing. So, as Elle walked in behind a mother and son into the mall, she continued her invisibility cloaking and flew to the ceiling of the mall. As she flew around, she gazed down on all the humans, none of them being able to see her flitting about in the rafters.

She would follow her usual routine, map out her shopping trip from above and then tackle the stores down below. It was a plan that had thus far worked quite efficiently. As much as she loved shopping, she hated it. She couldn't stand just meandering through the mall without a goal. She viewed it as a game, she picked the hot spots and then brought them all down, well figuratively. She flew around the ceiling, not really finding any fashionable items in the windows, however, she did notice a few familiar faces. No one too important as she scoured the bottom floor for stores. She had been in the mall enough times to know that she rarely found anything in the first floor, however, she figured that it wouldn't hurt to try.

Finishing her rounds on the bottom floor, she flew upwards towards the second floor, passing right by glass wall keeping people from falling to their doom. As she did so, she noticed a girl leaning up against the wall. Elle had a strange feeling she knew this girl, so she flew around to the other side, standing on the railing and discovered that it was fellow squad member Arizona. She knew the girl, although they weren't best friends or anything, and figured she should do the right thing and talk to her. So, balancing perfectly on the golden rail, Elle removed her invisibility cloaking, revealing herself to the humans of the mall. "Hello Ari," Elle said as she flitted to taking a seat on the rail, "What brings you here today?"

[arizona marie ashe]

Arizona played with the cigarette that was in her mouth as she continued to move her hips side to side. She made sure the ash would not hit anyone that was walking below her, she couldn't risk getting kicked out of the mall before buying her art supplies because it would mean she would have to go to the mall another time, and that just wouldn't happen. She began to wonder why was she there killing time, when she could be on her way to find out where was that damn art shop and then she would be out of the mall in not time. Which made her realize that after her little shopping spree she had nothing to do and then she would have to figure out another way to kill time.

It now became a battle of the lesser of two evils in her head but a familiar voice greeted her and stopped her from continuing the decision. Arizona stretched her arms and shifted her body so that it was facing her fellow execution squad member "Sup Elle" She said coolly as she leaned against the glass side ways her brown eyes looking at Annabelle. To most people it would seem quite strange to see the fairy talking to the punk girl, they seem complete opposite from each other. Which physically was true Elle was a stunningly beautiful blond girl, her clothes were always matching and always proper and in style. Then there was Arizona with her countless tattoos, shredded clothing that did not match at all and her shaggy black hair yet what very few people knew was that both girls had something in common, they were both twisted. Yes both Elle and Arizona were part of the execution squad and that seemed to be one of the few, if not the only thing they could actually talk about.

Elle asked Arizona what she was doing in the mall, it was a question Arizona had been asking herself since the minute she stepped foot on the mall. "Need a few more art supplies, and maybe buy a couple of t-shirts and some jeans" she said with a small shrug, yeah she was running out of materials to make her clothes and if she was able to survive her trip to the art shop perhaps she would go to a random clothing store. "What about you?" she asked