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Post by spider on Jul 14, 2009 22:24:49 GMT -5
Emmett was debating whether he should catch it or not, but the pixie on his back caught it for him. She held them up in front of his face and he shook his head. "I'm young, and I may be a punk sometimes, but I do not wear girl, tight-ass pants. I hardly ever wear jeans for crying out loud. And that shirt is neon green. I'm an autumn. The bright color distracts the eyes from the rest of this wonderful goodness."
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Post by Kerrigan on Jul 14, 2009 22:36:38 GMT -5
Mabel shrugged. "Who says we're buying?" she said. "I just said that you were going to try it on. Now go! there is a dressing room at five o'clock." she said, pointing behind him.
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Post by spider on Jul 14, 2009 22:39:50 GMT -5
"I cannot fit into this woman!" Emmett glared at her. "I have far too much dignity to put on this crap. I am not going to do it." He huffed a sigh and folded his arms across his broad chest. "There is absolutely no way these pants, or shirt, would fit anyway."
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Post by Kerrigan on Jul 14, 2009 22:48:39 GMT -5
Mabel nodded. "I understand," she said, smiling. After giving him false hope, she spun around and grabbed the same outfit three sizes larger. She flashed him an angelic smiled and stuffed the jeans and top between his folded arms and chest. "There you go, Andre." she said, patting him on the arm.
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Post by spider on Jul 14, 2009 22:54:25 GMT -5
Emmett jutted out his jaw at her for a moment. She gave in way too easy. He sighed again when she came back. With those d**n ugly clothes. "No. I'm sure you've got an... obviously colorful imagination, so you can imagine what it looks like. I'm not immasculating myself to this," he shook the clothing in his hand.
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Post by Kerrigan on Jul 14, 2009 22:59:53 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes. "No one but us are going to see you in that. What the real question is is if you are masculine enough to actually put it on. It takes a real man to wear pink, so just think of what an even bigger man you will be with this on!' she said, waving a hand to the green top. "I'm going to win this fight either way, Emmett my man, so you might as well get it over with sooner than later." she said, crossing her own arms and planting her feet firmly in front of him. She pointed to the dressing room again.
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Post by spider on Jul 14, 2009 23:11:20 GMT -5
Emmett shook his head. "I am perfectly sound in my sexuality. Obviously." Images of the tuxedo fitting flashed through his mind and he held back a shudder. "I do not need to push my comfortable boundaries to make me feel more of a man. You're not going to with this. Mabel. Because I'm not giving in and your reverse psychology will not work on me. I'm married to the queen of getting-what-she-wants. Edward, Alice, you are not allowed to tell her I said that." Emmett added quickly, looking at the two of them who were now standing side by side.
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Post by Edward Cullen on Jul 14, 2009 23:17:14 GMT -5
Edward remained wisely silent and watched the exchange like a statue. He tried his best to will himself invisible and so far it was working.
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Post by Kerrigan on Jul 14, 2009 23:24:58 GMT -5
Mabel looked over to the others as Emmett addressed them. She saw Edward staying out of the picture. she shrugged. He would get his turn, just he wait. Mabel grabbed the clothes from Emmett and walked over to the lady near the dressing room. "Two for the big guy over there," she said, pointing to Emmett. The lady nodded and beckoned him over, a little plastic sheet with the number two on the front. "This way, Sir." she said and opened one of the stalls for him. Mabel lifted a finger and curled it inward toward herself.
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Post by spider on Jul 14, 2009 23:33:44 GMT -5
Emmett ran his tongue across his bottom jaw and willed lazors to shoot out of his eyes at Mabel. But nothing happened. He stomped over next to her, asphyxiated his most threatening and menacing glare upon his face and glared at her for almost and entire minute and then took the clothes and walked into the room, and shut the door.
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Post by Kerrigan on Jul 14, 2009 23:47:39 GMT -5
Mabel perked up the second Emmett walked into the room and a triumphant smile lit up her face. She turned around and her eyes met with Edwards. Her smiled widened. "Now it's your turn," she said and skipped up to the two of them. She picked something from the rack and held it up for Alice to make her approval. It was a pink tank top and short jean cut offs.
"I thought that since you two seemed to want to play fruits, you should continue to play your roll." she said with a smile.
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Post by spider on Jul 14, 2009 23:56:26 GMT -5
A snarl ripped out of the changing room. "This is absolutely ridiculous! We all lived through the eighties!" Emmett growled from the room.
Alice stifled her laughter while she nodded to Mabel.
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Post by Kerrigan on Jul 15, 2009 0:07:15 GMT -5
Mabel let out a trilling laugh. "Are you done, Emmett? Let's have a look see." she said. She quickly stuck her hand in Edward's pocket and pulled out his cell phone after handing Alice the clothes, and flipped it open before she walked over to the dressing room. "Let us see, and I won't make you try in anything else." she said, standing outside his door.
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Post by spider on Jul 15, 2009 0:09:53 GMT -5
"I heard a phone open! I don't care whose it is, if there are pictures I will most certainly break it on the photographers forehead." Emmett growled threatening. "I'm not coming out until I hear Edward garun-dam-tee there are no cameras present."
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Post by Kerrigan on Jul 15, 2009 0:14:08 GMT -5
Mabel turned around slowly, her purple glare aimed at Edward. You better lie, mind reader, or this phone will be used for you while you are in that! she said and looked at the obscene clothing in Alice's hands. "Edward," Mabel sighed, "Tell him you were only texting..." she looked at the most recent calls on his phone. "...Bella." she said. She shot another glare his way, her blue contacts were starting to disintegrate and they were getting redder as she burned a whole into his forehead.
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