What in the Hell? {Mallory}

[kingarthur]

It was a wonder how Lena even put up with her, really. That morning when Ainsley woke up, she had one cat on her chest, one cat on her waist, and her Great Dane, Percy at the foot of her bed. She sat up, and groaned, then wiggled her way out of bed, ignoring the yellow and green glares from the two large black cats that were fond of the squishy warm bed. Percy however, looked completely undisturbed.

Her mom was supposed to be sending over the rest of her clothes relitively soon, but it left Ainsley's wardrobe as a painful minimum. So her mom let her have a loan--a few hundred--that she would have to pay back--in order to get new clothes. And that didn't mean blast hundreds at thrift stores. So, Ainsley took a shower and pulled on the last clothes she had in her bag. An old, somewhat large on her thin from Bob Marley shirt--old raggedy short-shorts (almost hidden by her shirt)m and her favorite suede fringe boots.

Topping it off with peace signs dangling from her ears, she tossed her long brown hair into a messy bun, and clipped in feather extensions. Not her greatest look--but it was going to be easy to get in an out of when changing clothes. She took the subway--smelly...stinky...dirty subway, before shuffling uptop towards the mall.

Shopping wasn't exactly her forte, so she looked a bit lost when she walked into the store. Even more unfortunately--the sales representitive seemed to do a double take at the girl that walked through the door. The woman glanced back at the dressing room, then looked at Ainsley again; who just wobbled on her feet, and lifted her brows.

The woman just shook her head, and guided Ainsley to the dressingroom to wait. Apparently the stylists took into account how they walked in, things they like--and organized ensambles for the customers. She definitely was not use to having someone else pick her clothes for her---and the sudden sparkly dresses, short...painfully short skirts, and the risque lingerie that flopped over the top of her door--had the very tired, and quickly becomming cranky Ainsley frustrated. She quickly jerked the items off her door, and her long legs quickly carried her to the front desk, "Oy!"

Tags: Mallory / Theo / Ainsley / Olley
Notes: Well shit.
Outfit:Ainsley threads

[MALLORY TORRES]

Days like today were the days that Mallory hated more than anything.... Her parents were back, but they weren't ever home, yet expected Mallory to be up extremely early to have an eventful day. Nope, day felt like it was going to be... just one of those

[/i] days no matter how many ways you flipped it for her. She had woken up around eight in the morning after a night of dealing with her parents scrutinizing everything that she had bought over the months that they had abandoned her gone on business. Her father plucked outfits from the shelf that he said were trashy and cheap looking. A few of those dresses were gifts to go to Rose as a way for her to have motivation to get fit again after the babies, but no her father was forcing her to return them. Immediately.

After her room was examined, they checked the rest of the house, but nothing seemed to bother him. Always seemed to be something Mallory did wrong. Always. She was sitting on the edge of her bed in her outfit that she felt was ceremonious to the occasion of returning over ten dresses. She knew her outfit was a bit melodramatic, but this was how she was feeling. Sad and Alone, even with her parents only a room away. She announced her departure before lugging the dresses out the door and into the elevator. She made it to the lobby and a bellboy came running up to her and took the dresses from her and promised her a luxury car from the condo rather than one of the limos that her parents had reserved for them only.

She slid into the backseat, while the dresses were hung safely in the front seat. She announced the little boutique that she was wanting to return to and the drive nodded before heading there. The ride was always supposed to be a fun one, but now she felt like it was just whatever. Nothing had changed with her parents. Nothing ever would. They pulled up to the boutique and Mallory thanked the driver, but he was persistent on carrying the dresses in; however, after much persuasion, she got him to go grab some coffee at the little coffee shop about a block away. She told him she'd meet him down there after she finished. He thanked her a thousand times over before she smiled and escaped inside the store.

She returned the dresses and decided to do some new shopping. Buy some clothes that her parents approved of just to give her a bit of recognition for trying to please them. She knew the stylist by first name and greeted the woman before escaping to the dressing room. She sat patient in her bra and panties as the clothes were placed over the door frame. Mallory quirked a brow at the clothes that were presented and felt like this was a prank, a total joke. She slid her dress back on in frustration, before heading back to the front counter. "I think that--" Her words were cut short as she noticed a girl with deep chocolate brown hair that matched Mallory's. Yet the clothes...Ick. The clerk came up confused and gave both girls a double take. "What? What are you looking at?" Mallory asked as she avoided looking at the hairstyle snatcher's face.




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[kingarthur]

Ainsley's spine stiffened when the clerk looked back and forth between the two. Out of politeness, Ainsley didn't look at the girl next to her. It was rude to stare when someone was that close. Ainsley pushed the dresses and tops forward over the counter, "Uhh, this isn't...what I saw the girl grab for me befo--" Then she caught sight of the clothes the other brunette had brought foward. Those shorts and the tie-dye tops looked about right.

The clerk was still looking at the two girls strangely, and seemed a little flustered with both of the girls staring her down. "Is there something on my face?" Ainsley asked, her voice very similar to Mallory's, though the pitch was slightly off. And there was an annoying ringing in the back of Ainsley's head, that caused her to flinch and rub the back of her neck. The girl next to her had the same, rich chocolate curls; only Ainsley's were swept up onto a messy bun.

"I'm sorry," The clerk laughed nervously, and looked back at Mallory. She knew her face, Miss Torres was one of their best customers. "I think Jenny got confused. I wasn't aware that you had a sister, Miss Torres." She clerk smiled apologetically, sliding the clothes from Mallory and Ainsley's side of the counter, and switched them. When the tie-die shirts, and boho style clothes were pushed into her numb hands, Ainsley finally turned her head.

"I don't have a sister." She cleared her throat, her words coming out sounding a bit choked, even though the question wasn't aimed for her. Despite her rule about not openly staring at someone, she was now looking at Mallory. It was a coincidence, right? The same color of the hair, the same dip of the nose, curve of the jaw. Even the way the chin was shaped, was a little too similar to be a coincidence. And the annoying hum in the back of her mind wasn't helping her at all. Ainsley was well aware she had been adopted, and that she had been born here in New York, but this had to be a coincidence. These things only happened in movies.

But her throat was tight, and she was having a hard time looking at pieces of her own face, on someone else's.

[MALLORY TORRES]

Clerks in New York City knew Mallory's style, yet today seemed to be a day of forgetfulness. Especially when Mallory's favorite boutique had completely gotten her style wrong. It was a sad day for Mallory. She was losing her originality to... Her eyes glanced at the girl next to her, who seemed oddly familiar from the brown hair, nose structure, even her voice reminded Mallory of someone... but she didn't believe her own thoughts. This girl reminded Mallory so much of herself that it was frightening, because even the way that they rested on the counter matched up. Mallory shook her head a bit as readjusted her stance when the clerk announced that Jenny got confused... and that Mallory had a sister...Wait what? Mallory's mouth gawked open in shocked. Why had the clerk said that? She didn't have a sister and this girl, this imposer was being mistaken for Mallory... what was the world coming to?

The girl turned as she spoke and stared at Mallory who had grabbed her dresses and hung them delicately over her folded arms. She fought the urge to look at the girl who was now staring her down. She could feel the imaginary itch and pull to return the gaze. She couldn't move though. Her legs didn't cooperate properly. She made the mistake of returning the glance at her 'sister..' "Oh..." She could only breath that one word... That one word that seemed to sum everything up in one breath. How was this possible? It wasn't... was it? Mallory reached out and touched the girl's cheek. The warmth caused Mallory to retract her a hand, because she half expected there to be a mirror. She wasn't sure how to react any further. Did she speak? Did she walk away? Yes... Mallory turned heel and bolted towards the dressing rooms.

She slammed the door, locked it, and turned... only to jump in fright at her reflection in the full body mirror. She touched her face and found a few things that the copy-cat lacked. She gave herself a reassuring smile as she tossed her hair a bit. Mallory confronted her...troubles, so she left her dressing room and approached the girl again, "Why do you have my face?" Well that was an awkward question, but Mallory didn't care...She wanted to know.

[kingarthur]

When Mallory turned to look at Ainsley, a jolt of electricity went through Ainsley's head and straight down to her toes, and back up. Anxiety built up in her muscles, making her burn. She had the strange urge to reach out and touch the other girl, to see if she was there, to see if she was real. Maybe if she just touched her, Mallory's face would shatter into something that wasn't so eerily, and frighteningly familiar. But just as she felt that urge, the other girl touched her face. Ainsley's brows lifted up, and her lips parted like she was about to say something--when Mallory took off and ran from the area.

It left Ainsley standing there, confused. She looked back at the clerk, who looked just as confused. Ainsley was still gaping when Mallory returned. Having her mind cleared, Ainsley was also able to see the subtle differences. She didn't have high cheekbones, the tip of the nose was just a little different. But even the way Mallory was holding herself, and the tone in her voice...was too much. Ainsley closed her mouth, and scrunched it to the side. "I should be asking you the same thing. Lucky genetics, maybe?" She laughed nervously, while she listened to the ringing in her ears, making her feel like she was about to be sick. Suddenly, she reached out and grabbed Mallory's wrist, and pulled her away from the counter.

They would not have this discussion infront of someone else, they would not be on display for the entire botique. Ainsley pulled the mystery girl back towards the dressing rooms, "Get out, get out. Everyone, out!" Ainsley shouted, her voice panicked and breathless. She watched with large eyes while a few women rushed from the dressing rooms, and two of the assistants looked at her and Mallory strangely--before leaving the two girls. The entire time Ainsley had been holding onto Mallory's hand, she hadn't looked at her. Until it was cleared out. She pulled her deeper into the dressing rooms to prevent anyone from listening in, before she turned on Mallory. There was no anger in her face, just utter and complete fright.

"Who are you?" That one question then led into a gateway more. "How old are you? When's your birthday? Where were you born?" She remembered she was still holding onto Mallory, when she let go like the other's skin had turned into fire. It was like she had been burned, but she was more startled by the fact of how natural it felt to have some close contact with her. "Wait, don't...answer that." Ainsley rummaged in her bag, and pulled out a scrap paper, and a pen, then held them out to Mallory, after tearing off half of the paper and producing another pen from her bag. "Write your age, birthday, and the city you were born in." Ainsley's voice was empty, like she was tired. Then again, she was having the shock of her life. "I'll do it too...then we'll switch." She nodded, and took a step away from Mallory, almost scared the other girl would go running. Leaning on one of the doors of the dressing room, Ainsley began to write her answers.

[MALLORY TORRES]

Mallory’s eyes looked over the girl fully only. The girl was pretty, which was like complementing herself, but distinct features of their faces differed. However, they favored one another so much that it was frightening. Dopplegangers happened right? Was it possible to be ‘twins’ with someone from another lineage?

Mallory was about to answer when the girl grabbed her and pulled her to the dressing rooms. Mallory was stubborn if not completely headstrong when it came to getting what she wanted, but this impersonator was equally as headstrong. Demanding everyone to clear out from the dressing rooms, while Mallory looked at the girl’s hand hold her’s. Then Mallory was jolted further into the dressing room.

The girl looked frightened and doe eyed, while Mallory seemed … relaxed. “Look. Sit down.” She instructed as she pointed to a bench and paced a few steps before attempting to answer all the questions. “Mallo…” The girl cut her off with a very clever way to get to the bottom of this confusing situation.

Mallory rummaged through her purse before noticing the girl holding out paper and pen for Mallory. She took them objects and collapsed onto the bench. She wrote down her name, age, and place of birth. Her handwriting was rushed but a seemingly flawless cursive. Mallory lingered on her answers while allowing her eyes to linger on the girl. Could they really be related? Maybe she was a cousin… Maybe the girl was related to Tomas’s side of the family… Mallory finished and waited for the girl. “Here.” Mallory held out her paper and pen to the girl.

Tags:[/color] Ainsley?
Notes:[/color] TWINAGE?
Words:[/color] How much didja type?
Outfit:[/color] Show us your clothes!
Song:[/color] Lose Control by Keri Hilson
Credits:[/color] Made by Olley @ OUAC for Theo. Steal and die.[/size]