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Post by MATILDA MONTEFUSCO on Sept 30, 2012 18:44:04 GMT -5
 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Today was the first day Matt's shop was actually open. She'd been working the last few months to get everything ready and it finally paid off. The place wasn't fancy and she did have to admit that it looked a bit out of place among the clothing shops and little boutique sort of places, but then again, that was always how Matt's life had been. While other little girls had been learning how to apply make-up, Matt had been getting grease and motor oil smudged on her face as she worked on cars with her Dad.
She stepped outside and leaned against the stucco wall of the building. She couldn't help smiling. She was in a good mood and seeing a blue sky with a shining sun made it even better. Her earrings jingled slightly in her ears as she turned her head. Typically she wasn't one to wear anything that was too girly. She didn't wear make-up...ever. She'd only worn it twice in her life, both times she was talked into it for a dance or something. She very rarely wore dresses. Somehow skirts and working on cars didn't seem to go together very well. Plus, when setting up or fixing computers she often found herself sitting on the floor, especially when she had to take something apart so skirts didn't go well with that either. As a general rule she didn't wear lace or ruffles. Those fell into the same category as the make-up. The only thing remotely girly that she actually wore was some jewelry. It wasn't that she particularly cared for jewelry or anything, but it seemed that she was less likely to be called a boy while wearing it. She would have thought her well developed breasts would have answered the whole gender question, but it didn't.
With a smile on her face she greeted the day and new acquaintances that would inevitably come. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~CHILLIN WITH?!? Open WORDS?!? 319 LYRICS?!? Blackmore's Night CREDIT?!? Krys OTHER?!? Nope! |
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Post by AMIRA SWIFT on Sept 30, 2012 21:40:27 GMT -5
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When she got it home, she hadn't even been able to figure out how to turn the damned thing on. Luckily, one of the contractors for the bakery, had stated that a tech genius had just opened shop in town, and Amira had took the day to go seek the woman out.
"I believe he said it was around here." She muttered to herself. The laptop tapping against her hip, her dress flared out in frills. Dress here. Her hair was pulled back fancily. Really, she looked like she was about to go out partying, rather than running errands.
Soon enough she had reached the location that had been designated the store. Standing outside was a woman, obviously it was a woman, her boobs were probably bigger then Ami's...or rather, that was a guess. She licked her lips, and cleared her throat. If Matt hated or rather, did not do girly things, Ami was the essence of girly. Her lips opened, and she flashed the woman a nervous smile. "Is this where I can get some help with this...thing" She lifted the laptop. Shifting the purse that rested against her side, dangling on her shoulder.
She certainly hoped so, otherwise, she was just going to toss the bugger out. She was tired of dealing with it, who needed technology, back in her grandfathers day, everything was done by hand. Or so he always told her, so she could do it by hand too! Granted, that was a last option sort of thing. Maybe she should just hire someone to make the site and keep it updated for her. She gave a mental sigh and tuned back into the woman before her. [/style]
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Post by MATILDA MONTEFUSCO on Oct 2, 2012 19:28:41 GMT -5
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Truth be told, Matt wasn't one to like sitting idle for too long. She'd already cleaned the entire store three times over in the past few days in preparation for the store opening. If she cleaned any more she'd probably start taking the finish off of the display cases. So instead she was simply standing in front of the store. The trouble with that was that since she wasn't doing anything else, her mind was starting to wander. Instead of thinking about her store, she was thinking about what parts she needed for her mustang. She'd had it since high school. Her father had given her the frame for her sixteenth birthday and the two of them pretty much built the engine together. They'd finally gotten it working by the time she'd graduated from technical school, but something blew on the drive to Stony Brook and the poor thing had limped along until she finally arrived in the little town. Since then all spare money and time had gone into the shop instead of her poor car.
She stood there turning over the engine in her mind as she trying to figure out what part might need to be replaced or fixed as a girl walked up to her. Matt raised an eyebrow and had been about to tell the girl that she was pretty sure the clubs weren't open this time of the morning when the girl presented Matt with a laptop. The questioning look turned into a smile. Well, at least her first customer was a cute one!
"Yeah, come on inside and I'll see what I can do." She said with a friendly smile as she moved to open the door for the girl. "I'm Matt and this is my shop." She said as she held the door open for the girl. The shop was filled with various computers, both laptops and desktop systems, spare parts, computer accessories and even a few other things like printers and scanners. Once they were both inside, Matt headed toward a counter in the back of the shop where the register sat. She gestured for the girl to put the laptop on the counter. "What trouble are you having with it?" She asked.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~CHILLIN WITH?!? Amira WORDS?!? 372 LYRICS?!? Blackmore's Night CREDIT?!? Krys OTHER?!? Nope! |
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