A Miracle of Fashion [Soichiro]
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Post by Sugase Akemi on Oct 1, 2015 5:24:02 GMT -6
Sunday, April 20th, 2003, 12:30pm
Maintaining a style as demanding as decora was not an easy task in Hikarizaka, Akemi thought as she meandered aimlessly through the little boutique. While the selection of shops in the small town had certainly increased with recent expansion, it was still no Harajuku, and putting together an appropriately "decorated" outfit required some creativity. Her eyes passed over the racks and shelves like a scanner, locking on to the occasional item to tuck away into her memory for later reference before moving on. Finding nothing of immediate interest in the women's section, she wandered into the men's, pausing only to catch a glimpse of herself in a nearby mirror.
She was a sight to behold that day-- the product of many a shopping trip not much different from the one she was on now. Her entire being seemed to explode with colors and patterns, every inch of her petite frame boasting an accessory, from the array of hairclips that adorned her bangs like a rainbow of stars scattered across a red sky to the clashing layers of mismatched socks that climbed to the tops of her knees. Her wrists, too, were barely visible beneath the bracelets of varying size and design that hung from them, and seemed to weigh down her arms as they clutched the straps of her backpack. The central piece of the outfit, though, was the skirt. Ah, what a find it had been. A pattern of rainbows and purple-maned unicorns ran across the white garment in a manner that somehow managed to be both incredibly adorable and horrifically gaudy. Yes... Truly it was a miracle of fashion.
The redhead tugged lightly at her circle skirt, straightening the fabric to better view it. Today was her first day wearing it out, and the effect pleased her. As she had walked down the street that morning, she had felt many a gaze upon her, and though she knew it was likely her style of dress as a whole that garnered the attention, she liked to imagine that she had come into possession of something magical. Unicorns were magical creatures after all. It only made sense. The corners of her lips pulled upward with amusement, and she began to ponder what power her clothing possessed. Perhaps the horned equine mesmerized passerby with its prancing.
After giving her outfit a final once over, Akemi continued on, her long red hair swishing behind her in a ponytail. Though she had not thoroughly explored the men's section of the store yet and had no qualms about doing so, she had, in truth, grown a bit bored. An hour of browsing shop after shop had turned up nothing so far, and after her luck in the women's section, that was unlikely to change soon. Nevertheless, she proceeded to walk down an aisle, delicately running a hand over a rack of shirts as she passed by. If not clothing, were there at least people of interest to be found? A quick glance about her immediate area revealed only the store clerk, whom had been eyeing her curiously from the moment she stepped through the door. Akemi let out a barely audible laugh. The unicorns were working their magic.
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Mikazuki Soichiro
Inactive Character
"A bird sings for all reasons other than a song."
In-Character Posts: 10
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Post by Mikazuki Soichiro on Oct 3, 2015 22:52:09 GMT -6
On the opposite side of the fashion spectrum, Mikazuki Soichiro oddly enough found himself waddling through the same shallow waters Sugase Akemi treaded through, looking for clothes. With a taste for fine clothing, it was hard to budget himself, but to his luck and his surprise, Hikarizaka did the job for him. It had all the important brands that he followed, but not any of the overly expensive ones. However, today was one of the days on which Soichiro could not afford to splurge, and thus he came to this small boutique, taking in its array of colors, seeming to specialize in lighter and brighter hues. The store was minimalistic, with bright splashes of bold colors painted solidly on the walls, and the floors were white pine wood. From polyester to cotton to denim, it had an variety of cloths, which pleased him. On the other hand, some of the neon shades were much too blinding.
Yet, Soichiro dressed in a much different style today, choosing some of his finest wares to inspire him to make do with the clothing stores in Hikarizaka's shopping district. Wearing a John Smedley black polo shirt, all knit and part of the pool AOYAMA's newest spring collection, Melanism, he felt fortunate enough to combine price and comfort effectively. To match such a shirt, he chose a reflected hooded chase jacket and a pair of black corduroy pants from the same collection. Only did he breach his monochrome theme with crimson red Nike dunk sherpa shoes and shades the same color, using white P Crew socks that hiked lightly up his ankles. The neutral color scheme of the aisle he passed through would mean Soichiro would need to improvise with the expert use of beiges, grays and whites though. After all, he would strive and do his best to avoid the other aisles, that either held frivolous "turbular" tops, edgy hoodies and other horrors. The only decent pieces of clothing in that aisle were dark gingham cardigans, of which he had much too many. As for shoes, Mikazuki assumed he was set. He would live without them, since he had plenty already and no matter where he went, all of them were much too expensive for his budget.
Sometimes it was refreshing to give his fashion sense a good workout at a place like this, but Soichiro was much too careless to take note of the store's name since he was primarily on a hunt for a softer wardrobe for the winter. Winters in Hikarizaka were extremely chilling but beautiful nonetheless. Without a doubt, a wardrobe of soft, warm clothes fit for a male ingénue would soften Mother Nature's severity for the time being. He smiled, unusually intrigued that he could indeed work with the selection he had before him in the aisle set before him. Turning around while scratching his head in thought, the senior held a quick glance at an aisle full of tan suit pants. Indeed, they were fairly cutthroat for the look he was going for, but perhaps it would be in style for the back to school atmosphere during this April. It was worthy of a compromise, so he sauntered his way over there insouciantly.
Across his brief trek to the other aisle, Mikazuki halted hastily as doe brown eyes widened and scanned over a swishing red ponytail and the woman whom it belonged to: Sugase Akemi, whom he had homeroom with last year. Even in school, she adorned herself flashily with cloying extravagance. Resenting the truth, he had to admit Decora suited her. A few times he had wondered if their paths would intersect somewhere in Harajuku or Omotesando some day out of morbid curiosity. Although Omotesando seemed far too mundane for her taste, despite its reputation of eccentricity.
Struggling to compose himself, Soichiro forced a smile at the petite girl, weighed down by the rainbow she decided to wrap around herself and use it to color in her bracelets, hair clips, and shirt. Mismatched socks were bearable. So were her shoes. But, no, not Akemi's circle skirt of purple-maned unicorns. Tragic to say, it made his head throb in confusion, as if he were a mentally deranged cocker spaniel who had just thrown herself against a wall. Even sadder, he wouldn't have blamed said metaphorical canine. But... Sugase Akemi was just expressing herself. Despite her unsettling countenance, she bore no hostility. From the start, Mikazuki was not the type of boy to dismiss that out of misunderstanding, much less tut disapprovingly at her like an old housewife. Girls like her especially deserved to express themselves properly, especially if their true selves could warrant them pariahdom.
Still, with a gaze softening in familiarity and perhaps something else, he approached his old classmate and uttered out: "Hello, Sugase-san! You... look most lively today."
Cringing internally, Soichiro was disappointed at his poor choice of words. Alas, he was human, enough to err.
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Post by Sugase Akemi on Oct 27, 2015 19:35:08 GMT -6
The sound of approaching footsteps interrupted the girl's thoughts, and she instinctively turned her head as a vaguely familiar voice called out to her.
"Hello, Sugase-san! You... look most lively today."
Mochizuki Soichiro. The name quickly surfaced in her mind, still fresh from the previous school year's observations, and for a moment, she simply stared at him, mouth slightly agape and brow delicately raised in an expression that seemed to communicate some form of calm surprise. However, the look quickly melted away as her lips came together and curled upward in the faintest of smiles.
"Good afternoon, Mochizuki-san," she returned with a nod of acknowledgement, her serene smile deepening with amusement. Her old classmate's somewhat clumsy greeting had not gone unnoticed, though she took no offense to it. If anything, it was funny how blatantly wrong it was. She certainly wasn't known for her energy, so his comment on her "liveliness" could only be referring to...
She cast a quick downward glance at her own attire, still smiling in her mysterious way. Ah, the unicorns were indeed at work. This encounter would be... fun.
"I suppose by the same measurement, you look most sluggish," she stated, giving his neatly coordinated outfit a once over. There was no hostility in her voice or face, and the discrepancy between her gentle tone and questionable comment only served to make her words more confusing.
Now that she considered it though, she had never actually seen Mochizuki outside of school, and his minimalist yet stylish appearance was a new surprise she made sure to tuck away into her mental file of him. The Mochizuki she had observed during her homeroom people-watching sessions had seemed less the fashionable teen standing before her and more... Nature Priest?His somewhat soft demeanor combined with his apparent fascination with insects and spirituality had secured his place in such a role in her imagined tales. Perhaps a few revisions were in order... Or perhaps even nature occasionally indulged in the material.
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