W E L C O M E

[agnus rayna sawyer]

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The weather was pleasant enough, she couldn't complain as she walked down the street, searching for a store that she might like to wander into. And so her journey had begun, wandering through the steady flow of people that was being presented in front of her. She quite enjoyed the business that came with wandering through streets, even if they weren't always full of people. Then again, she wasn't really wandering through a street, but more so along the side of a street, preferably walking on something in the form of a sidewalk. Either way she were to look at it, it was clear that she was walking, and that she was outside in the fresh air, the cold nipping at her cheeks and the tips of her ears. She may have been a statement, wearing a long, orange jacket, a pair of copper coloured leather boots covering her feet as she walked along. There was no hat adorning her head, but a simple pair of wool mittens, held together by a wool string, stratching through the lengths of her jacket, leaving her hands to be covered by the green material. Perhaps this made her look a bit like a carrot, the clash of the orange and the green being matched together. Then again, the green wasn't exactly a pure green, but more so a pale green with a slight hint of blue mixed into it; pushing towards turquoise yet not quite reaching that goal.

Through the cold, she need not prove herself to anyone. In fact, most people seemed to be dressed similarly to her as they trudged through the cold to get to the location of their choice. Perhaps this would be a good time to state the location to which she was headed, and give some insight as to why she was even headed to such a location. So, let it be stated that this girl, blonde hair and big blue eyes, bright jacket and off green wool mittens, was walking through the slush and the cold to get to one of her favorite places; a thrift store. The clothing in her closet was fine, and she need not another pair of shoes, let alone another pair of jeans to keep her feet warm. After all, why buy a new pair of shoes for a season where it just isn't suitable for buying new footwear? What with the salt covering the ground and the wet surface of the earth, was it really such a good idea to be buying something perfectly good and new that will potentially be ruined in a matter of weeks because of such conditions? No, it was not, hence why that was not her goal. Besides, she wouldn't be buying new shoes from a thrift shop, anyhow. That would be unethical, because then they really wouldn't be all that new, now would they? They would just be old and would be prone to destruction. Aside from that, feet were gross and you never knew the conditions of someone else's foot, so it was best not to buy thrift shoes, just in case. Those could be left to the people that absolutely need them, after all, while she may have donated a pair or two there in the past, she really did not need a pair of shoes as she already had many.

As for why she had decided to head to the thrift store on that particular day, well, that was quite simple, actually. You see, she had been looking through her closet, and she'd been forced to utter a loud sigh of frustration as she could not find a shirt that she felt was suitable for her mood. You see, this girl, she liked to coordinate her clothing, not necessarily by colour, but more so by her mood. Now, she wasn't one who really cared what others thought about her, nor did she care if they thought she looked funny in the clothes she wore, simply because she found that, in her own mind, she was able to pull those kinds of things off; hence why she chose to wear these things. After digging through the pile of clothing on the closet floor, and rummaging through the racks of clothing, she decided that there was nothing intimate about her clothing. No, this does not mean she was looking for something skanky to wear. After all, it wasn't as though she was going to parade around in her underwear - especially not in this weather. However, she was looking for an item that screamed: 'hello world! look at me! this is who i am!', with just one glance. Adding her own personal touch to her clothing was something that she enjoyed doing, seeing as it was part of being creative, and she found herself to be that kind of person. So, when it comes to wanting to alter clothing and add things that are personal, trying to make it unique, or even find something no one else would be caught dead in to make it your own, a thrift shop was the place to go.

Now, seeing as she had nothing that she felt suitable to wear, what did she wear to go shopping? Well, this is simple, really. She just threw on a pair of blue jeans and a black t-shirt, pulling on her outer wear, forgetting to grab her hat off of the hanger that was set on the back of her bedroom door. "Aggie," her father had said in a stern voice, earning a glare from the girl for the use of the nickname, causing him to correct himself. "Agnus, please, I don't feel like spending hours in a store, let alone trudging around in the cold because you aren't pleased with your attire."

"Dad, dad, dad," Agnus, the young girl with blonde hair, big blue eyes and a bodacious style of dress said. A smile was propped on her lips, sending her father a toothy grin. "You don't have to come with me! You can drop me off on the street corner and I can walk, besides, this is the reason why you bought me a cell phone! So I can go out on my own and call you to pick me up."

The man had shaken his head, giving in to the cleverness that was being presented to him. While Agnus loved her father and respected him as she should, she really didn't want to do her shopping with him, anyways. There was just something about shopping with her father that made her a bit sad, feeling as though she wasn't old enough to take care of her own needs. After all, if she could save up the money she made from babysitting constantly to be able to afford her own clothing, she was responsible enough to go shopping on her own and not get into any trouble. So, reasoning with the man was not that difficult and she's pulled on her boots, finally slipping her hands into her mittens, and had stepped into the passenger side of the car, only stepping out when it came to a full stop at the corner. "Two hours, okay?" her father had said. With that, Agnus had sent him a nod, shutting the door and scurrying around the corner and down the sidewalk.

Which will bring it all back to her at that beginning moment, walking down the sidewalk through many people, all clustered together, some of which were shivering. But, alas, she'd reached the thrift shop, which meant she'd reached warmth. Slipping through the crowd, her tiny body moving quickly so she wouldn't block the way of another body mass, she clutched the door with her right hand, pulling it open and quickly stepping inside to escape the cold. Agnus pulled her hands out of her mittens, letting them hang in her sleeves, courtesy of the wool string that was keeping the attached, before she headed to a rack to look for the perfect shirt to make her own.

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[ainsley leah stormare]

SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE, GIRL YOU'RE A TEN
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Quite frankly, Ainsley was bored. Her house was deserted- which was pretty odd. Usually someone was milling about her house, and while she usually had many complaints about the amount of people, sometimes she missed the noise. The quiet was somewhat eerie. The weirdest part of it all was that there was only one note lying on the kitchen counter. From her mother, of course. Ainsley’s mother was extremely organized, and she made an effort to make her house that way, too. No such luck. The note simply said ‘At work- took an extra shift. Love, Mom.’ Ainsley sighed and searched for some sign of her twin brother or father in the house, but it seemed that they’d disappeared without a trace. Great. The girl bit her lip and she wandered into her living room, flicking her television on in a desperate attempt for some form of entertainment. The noise wouldn’t hurt the dense silence, either. She sat channel surfing for a few minutes before letting another sigh fall from her lips. Running a hand through her dark hair, Ainsley took a look out the window. The weather looked calm, for January. Maybe a little fresh air wouldn’t hurt.

With that thought, she leaped off the worn navy blue sofa, and hopped up the stairs two at a time. She quickly threw on sweats and a coral-coloured zip-up hoodie, dragging a comb through her messy hair. She hurried back down the stairs, pulling on her ruby-red coat and pulling a white toque on her head. Why was she in such a rush? The sixteen-year-old couldn’t answer that herself, but she dashed around the house anyways. After pulling on her jet-black Uggs and slipping black mittens over her hands, she slipped out of the door, into her garage. Just her luck. The only car still remaining in the garage was the beaten-up old Mazda that had been her father’s since his college days. Grabbing the keys from the top shelf on the wall, she leaped into the car and sped out of the garage, closing the garage door as she went. Most people didn’t figure Ainsley for a reckless driver she sometimes appears to be, but that’s not the case. She had gotten her license a month or two ago, but was still terrified at being behind the wheel. She could barely play those video games where you race cars without crashing into a virtual tree or something of the sort. Driving was not something Ains enjoyed, because she felt so nervous while driving. That was probably her own fault, though, being so worrisome.

Dragging herself out of her thoughts, Ainsley managed to find a place to park the old car. Off she went, stepping into the bitter, inevitable cold of Edmonton winters. She was probably adjusted to it, but it didn’t stop the shiver that rippled through her body. January was probably the worst month of winter in Alberta. December could give January a run for its money in the ‘coldest month’ category, but Ainsley always found January colder. Maybe the Christmas cheer in December made the weather feel warmer. She hurried along with the surprisingly thick swarm of people. Apparently, Edmontonians enjoyed shopping in all weather, because Ainsley had to fight the crowd with her small frame. The cold was beginning to bite at her face, and she looked around for somewhere to escape it. Starbucks was absolutely packed; not an odd site in winter. She trained her eyes farther down the street, catching a glimpse of a thrift store she’d been in once or twice. Maybe it wouldn’t be too crowded.

She slipped through the crowd with surprising ease, her black curls rippling behind her as the wind picked up. “Excuse me…” she muttered every once in a while as she darted between people. It didn’t take her long to realize she was now going against the crowd. The small girl managed to fight her way to the door of the store front, opening the door and creeping in as bells chimed, announcing the arrival of another possible future customer. “May I help you, dear?” the woman behind the counter asked, offering Ainsley a small smile.

“Just looking for now, thanks.” Ainsley replied, returning the smile as she tucked a lock of dark hair behind her now-pink ear. A few people were wandering about the store, staring down clothes as if they were picturing the clothes on their own bodies. The girl awkwardly shuffled into the midst of the store, taking glimpses at clothes as she went. She peeled off her gloves and put them in her pocket as she shuffled backwards a bit, only stopping when she hit someone else. Nice move, Ainsley. You should get the award for most poised. “Oh, jeez.” She said apologetically, turning around to face the blonde girl she’d bumped into. “I’m sorry about that.” Ainsley offered her a small smile, trying to conceal her embarrassment.


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[agnus rayna sawyer]

so disconnect me from your life/
operator can you save me now.

Vintage clothing was something that not everyone could enjoy, let alone thrift clothing. There was something that a lot of people didn't seem to like about wearing clothes that belonged to somene that you had never met in your life. After all, you never knew what the previous owner of the clothing had done while they were wearing those clothes, now did you? Then again, the clothing was washed numerous amounts of times before they were even put onto the racks of the stores, and you would probably end up washing them when you got home anyways, because really, how many people would have walked into the store and tried on that exact same item of clothing? That being said, it was important to make sure that the clothing was still in good condition. That was something that Agnus found mandatory when she was looking at clothing. She had to make sure that every stitch was in place, that there weren't any distortions in the shirt if it just so happened to have a pattern on it. Sometimes it was more difficult than others, trying to find something perfect that she could alter. Now, why would it matter if it was in mint condition if she were just going to alter it anyways? The answer to that is really quite simple - she didn't want to have to end up fixing something else and creating more work for herself.

"Colours, colours," Agnus mumbled, looking through the racks of shirts that were set in front of her. She wasn't sure what kind of look she was looking for. Did she want something punk rock, something classy, or something that screamed that she felt like a little kid? Those were all good ideas for her, considering those were many different aspects of who she was. Not saying that she was someone with multiple personalities or anything, but she was bound to have different moods and different colours for each of those moods. The question was, what exactly was she going to be feeling? Then again, she could always just buy multiple colours and personalize each of the shirts, that way she had more than one to wear for different moods in the days to come. There was also the question of which kind of shirt she wanted. Did she want a t-shirt or a blouse? Something that had a v-neck or a rounded one? Low cut, or high cut? Old band shirt or plain shirt? There were so many thoughts circling around in her head that she wasn't really paying all that much attention to begin with, so she wasn't really noticing most of her surroundings. Agnus bit her lower lip in thought, running a hand over a rack of worn black shirts. That was something she disliked - worn colours. What was the point in having a black shirt if it wasn't completely black to begin with? Black tended to be something that she found mysterious, and a faded version of black just made an off gray kind of colour, which really wasn't all that mysterious to begin with. It reminded her of smoke and fog, something unclear and distant.

Her mind was wandering a bit, wondering how her father managed to deal with the loss of a very important part of her family. After all, everyone needs to have a mother, and she certainly didn't have one, and her father seemed to be getting on fine, taking that role. Agnus knew that he couldn't enjoy such a thing, seeing as it was just the two of them in the house most of the time, that was what happened with older siblings, though, they left home to do different things. However, she really couldn't complain that much. Although she didn't spend too much time with her father, they were close enough. Agnus had been quite close to the man before the passing of her mother, then they just seemed to grow a bit more apart, like the glue holding them together had just faded with the evening sun. It wasn't that she didn't want to spend time with her father, it was more so that he tried to busy himself so that there wasn't time for her. She knew this because almost every time she asked him if he did want to do something, he was far too busy. The only time they really spent together was in the car or if she forced him to bring her shopping, which he didn't really enjoy in the first place. He did treat her as a young child still, because he didn't want to lose her, she supposed. He just had an odd way of dealing with the situation that was at hand, even if it had happened a few years prior. She couldn't blame him, though. She missed her mother dearly, but she didn't just push everyone away because of it.

Needless to say, Agnus was shocked to feel someone collide with her, and she nearly lost her balance against the rack of clothing that she was beside when it happened. She wasn't the most graceful of people to begin with, so it wasn't shocking, but she hadn't expected someone to bump into her. Then again, no one really did, and she couldn't really blame the person for doing it. After all, with the wet weather and all that, it was easy to slip seeing as the floors were covered in dirty water, also known as slush that had been brought in by numerous pairs of boots.

Looking at the girl in front of her, Agnus smiled gently. "It's completely fine, don't worry about it," she said. "I do it all the time." She wasn't ashamed of her clumsy habits, in face, she embraced them as a part of who she was. There were so many more embarrassing things that could happen to a person in their lifetime, and she really didn't want to dwell on such small things. After all, if you were always worried about tripping then you were more likely to trip. Actually, if she were worried about such things, she probably wouldn't get out of bed in the morning, because, yes, it did happen that often. She smiled again at the girl, eyes grazing over the racks that were next to her, hand on a purple top that wasn't entirely faded. It was a rare thing to find, but it was always nice to see something that seemed to shine in the store. After all, a lot of clothing was faded, simply because they had been worn so much.

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