''* indeed.

[melissa]

Although she had many clothes, there was always room for one more shirt...Or a couple more...
A slender figure stood in front of the tall mirror; her eyes glued on the red top that she placed in front of the current shirt that she had already been wearing.

Wow. Rosalie + Mirror = Obvious.
She cocked an eyebrow and moved that shirt and another one was now in front of it; this time it was light red. She let out a deep sigh.
"Why can I not find anything that matches?"Her musical voice was slightly more tainted with vainty as she said this. Even from afar, one could label her as a snobby self-absorbed teen.

She didn't mind.
In fact, she honeslty couldn't care and honestly didn't notice. She only noticed the stares she got from random spectators. She fed off of it.
She tossed the shirts onto the rack behind her and ran her fingers through her thick blonde hair and titled her head as she stared at the disgustingly perfect pouting face in the mirror.

Her fingers traced down to her hips and she watched as her eyes flickered the the blank shadows that she called 'people' stole a few glances at her.
She should've ignored them. She should've pretending they didn't exist.
Instead, she rolled her eyes and flipped her hair back.

"Alice!"Her voice suddenly rang out like a bell as she searched for the pretty pixie-like vampire female who seemed to have wandered away from her.
Not that she wanted to bother Alice or anything, but when people knew that she was oblivious to the stares, it made them stare even more.

Alice was the perfect oblivion.
Besides, she needed to know what top she would be getting.

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[ashley]

Alice’s gaze was focused entirely on the outline of the store, rather than the occupants, or clothing racks inside of it. She looked to the side of her, neatly folding one jean-clad leg over the other, before readjusting the shopping bags in her arms – 75% of them not exactly belonging to her.

"Why can I not find anything that matches?"

Alice didn’t appear to hear. She hummed slightly in response, but it eventually drifted off with her mind, and turned into a peaceful lull. She twisted in her seat with restlessness, dropping her bags to the floor beside the mirror Rosalie peered into. A small flower had been planted in a decorative pot on the small table to her right. She smiled slightly as she looked at it – it’s large butter-colored petals reflected in her curious eyes as she ducked down to the plant’s level. She poked it’s center lightly, and her smile brightened…. Until all of the daisy’s petals suddenly dropped off the stem. Alice’s grin distorted into a rare frown, and she looked around blankly. ”Everything I touch DIES.” She whimpered sarcastically – concealing a giggle as a few people in line a few yards away backed away from her. Oh well.

"Alice!"

The small girl jumped – her golden eyes wide before she focused on her “sister’s” own identical gaze. “I’m right here!” She chirped, rolling her eyes playfully, before peeking out from behind the mirror. Her annoyed expression died after a few seconds, and her eyes danced as she tilted her head to examine the shirts. A huffy sigh of breath escaped her lips, and she laughed. ”You know you’re gonna end up buying both, Rose.” She flicked her finger in the direction of another rack of clothes – this time indicating a dark blue one. ”And you’ll buy that too. I had a vision of Emmet finding your credit card bill.” Alice smiled cheerfully.