Hey, I'm back with the third part of this…interesting…story.
Jinx: You're an idiot. This story isn't interesting at all.
Titangirl: Thanks for the support, Jinx. Now I have to make your character horribly injured in some way.
Jinx: Uh, no need for that, girlie.
Titangirl: So you apologize?
Jinx: Uh…sure!
Titangirl: Good. Now go away and let me get on with the story!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans, the cartoon or the comic. I also do not own the characters from the comics that are not Teen Titans. I don't own Barney's, Niemen Marcus, or Bergdorf Goodman. If I did, I wouldn't be sitting in a messy room, staring at my Harry Potter posters for inspiration.
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Rachel Roth was thinking. She had rushed home, her head full of terrifying thoughts. She barged through the front door and ran. She ran upstairs, and instead of running down the long hallway to her bedroom, she went to the other side of the landing, where all that was there was a solitary, dark polished wood door. She hesitantly walked over to it and slowly pushed it open. All that was inside the door was a closet and a window, showing the darkening skies. She made her way over to the closet door and simply stood there. Then she opened it. Inside, there were many coats and scarves, all, it seemed, made for heavy cold. She pushed past these, heading to the back of the closet. There was a small spiral staircase, barely large enough for her to fit, in the dark corner of the closet. Rachel put her right foot cautiously on the first step. The step squeaked. Rachel sighed, remembering the last time she had come up here. She sighed again and began to walk up the small staircase. The stairs were not very long, so it didn't take much time to get to her destination. She was in a small, unlit room that had the air of neglect. Rachel crept over to where she knew there was a lamp. She smiled, flicked on the light, and beheld the room that she had spent much time in, not so long ago. There was another staircase, smaller than the last, with only about four steps. Rachel walked across the almost empty room to the stairs. She followed them upwards and pushed a small wooden door open. She emerged on the roof of her house. She sat down on the very small landing that sloped downward at the edges. When her house had been originally built, the owner had a medieval castle in mind, so it was made of cold stone and had one, very small tower at the top. It was the largest, and strangest, house in the neighborhood, where homes usually were wooden and elegant. But it wasn't like the original owner, or Rachel's father, to conform.
Rachel felt the first drop of rain and knew that in moments it would be pouring. Rachel didn't mind though. She loved rain, though she never told anyone. She looked up at the sky, watching the rain fall on her. Soon it was pouring. Rachel was soaked, her skinny jeans and black long-sleeved shirt clinging to her, but she continued to think. She remembered all that Jen had said, not needing the paper she had been given. Limited options…but for what? My reputation was in jeopardy, but that's already come to pass. I'm going to fail at something soon…that probably relates to whatever I have limited options for. If I interpret me as failing something that isn't the big important happening in the future, will I still fail at whatever that is, or does it change? Not enough information…I can't understand that one…not yet. Feeling isolated…that happened already, when Jen and I weren't on speaking terms. Experiences that have hardened me? Maybe Arella's death…maybe dealing with my father. Trying to save a part of myself, but that couldn't be. Subconsciously, maybe. Hm, am I feeling taken advantage of? No, not at the moment. Maybe something is going to happen, though. Being denied of power, re-evaluate strengths? My strengths? Concentrate my efforts into something more worthwhile? Where have my efforts been lately? In my book, of course, so I have to change that? Emotionally drained, loss of control, playful and innocent, disappointments. I need to enjoy life? One evil and deadly force? Aggression, anger, danger. Don't let my temper get out of hand, danger, death, hate for the girl. Someone is protecting people. Justice and purity…ideal qualities. Feeling trapped, along with unhappiness. A possible prophetic dream, maybe…epic.
Rachel looked up, confused. Enjoy life. Protective. Failure. Experiences. Strengths. One evil force.
"But…what?" Rachel said that out loud, confused by the dream. She stood to go inside, her hair dripping on her shoulders. She went back down the stairs, shook off the cold rainwater, and followed the other staircase back into the closet. From there she went into her room, grabbed a pair of black silk pajama bottoms and a dark blue tank top, and walked into the adjacent bathroom.
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"Okay, guys! Today's the day!" Jade cried as they walked up to Jump City's mall.
"You make it sound like we're getting married," Jen grumbled, glancing over at Jade. When they had been at the mall last time, all of the girls except Rachel had bought a dress, but only Jade had bought shoes. Ignoring Jade's complaints that all the good dresses would be gone; Rachel agreed to go shopping…again. Once they were in the mall, the girls went off to different stores. Jen and Mia went to Barney's to find shoes, Jade dragged Rachel off to Bergdorf's to find a dress for her, and Lilith followed Toni to Niemen Marcus.
Following Jen and Mia to Barney's, they went to find jewelry. Jen knew that she needed silver and maybe diamonds and Mia didn't know what to look for, though Jen didn't know that. They reached the jewelry cases and Jen immediately began chatting with the obviously gay man behind the counter.
"So, I was looking for something dangly, silver definitely, with diamonds, maybe," Jen was saying to the guy. She looked over at Mia. "What are you going for, Mia?" Mia shook her head.
"I have no clue, actually. I've never shopped here before." Mia said slowly. Jen shrugged and said, "Well, I know your dress; I can help." Jen turned back to the man behind the glass counter. "My friend here needs…diamonds. Studs, preferably." The man nodded and went to another part of the counter to find their requests. Jen turned to look at Mia.
"Have you really never shopped here before? 'Cause this is where everyone in m family shops, same with all of the other girls."
Mia sighed. She knew this would come up eventually. "No, I've never been in here before. Mostly because…" Mia was cut off by the man returning and saying, "Here you are, girls. Do any of these earrings work for you?" He pointed to a large array of silver and diamonds. Jen looked them over, shook her head, and said, "No, none of these really match my dress. Hm, these would work for you, Mia. Come check them out." Mia wandered over and took a look at the nice diamond studs. They were really pretty and shiny, but Mia knew that she couldn't get them.
"I can't get them, Jen." Mia said miserably. Jen quirked an eyebrow.
"Well, if you don't like them…"
"That's not it. I mean, I can't afford them. I don't have a seven digit trust fund like you do, Jen." Mia spoke very quietly. Jen got it then. Mia's family must be something like lower or middle class. Jen spoke again.
"Okay. So, sir, we'd like these diamond studs. Wrap them carefully!" Mia looked over at the blonde girl. "But Jen…" Mia started.
"It's no big. I can afford them. They're only three thousand." Mia's jaw dropped open. Three thousand dollars? The gentleman handed Jen a delicately wrapped box and Jen whipped out her debit card. She paid and said, "Come on, let's go find the others."
While the scene in Barney's was playing out, Jade and Rachel were in Bergdorf's, trying to find the perfect dress.
"Hey Rachel! I think I might have found the dress for you!" Jade called across three racks of dresses. Rachel walked over to look at the dress. She shrugged.
"At least it's not pink." And she walked into the dressing room with Jade following behind her. Rachel closed the door on Jade and her. Then she slipped out of her long pants and shirt until she was just in her lingerie. Then she unzipped the dress and pulled it over her head.
"Zip me?" Rachel asked of her companion. Jade obliged and they both looked at her in the mirror.
"Wow, Rachel! That's a great color on you!" Jade exclaimed, hoping Rachel liked it too. Rachel looked at herself in the mirror with a critical eye. She turned to the side and said, "This looks terrible. It doesn't fit properly and it clashes with my skin. No." Jade was shocked.
"C'mon, it looks awesome! You are so getting that dress!" Jade tried to help her friend out.
"No."
"Just get it. Please? Trust me on this," Jade begged. Rachel looked at her blankly.
"Fine, but I refuse to wear it to the dance." Rachel said, motioning to Jade to unzip it. Jade did so and Rachel slipped out of it. She threw it to Jade, who hung it back up. Rachel grabbed her clothes and began redressing. She finished, grabbed the dress from Jade, and walked over to the overly tanned blonde in the super high red heels. The lady saw the two girls coming and put on a smile.
"Do you need something, girls?" the lady asked, her voice honey sweet. Jade and Rachel glanced at each other.
"We don't need help from a badly dressed airhead…" Rachel began but Jade cut in.
"Yes! Help would be nice! We're buying this, uh, dress," Jade said quickly, ignoring the look of contempt on Rachel's face. The lady nodded and walked them over to the cash register. The woman rung up the dress and said, "That's 339.20."
Rachel's jaw dropped and she looked over at Jade, who nodded fervently. Rachel took out her card and handed it to the lady. Ten minutes later, the two girls were waiting for the others by the swimsuits. They saw Jen and Mia approaching, Jen with no bags and Mia with only one.
"Where are Lilith and Toni?" Jen asked as she realized only Rachel and Jade were there. Rachel shrugged, looking around. From the other side of the store she saw Lilith and Toni coming their way. When they reached the other girls, Toni sighed and said, "We found the cutest pair of red pumps for Lilith but no shoes for me. I'm gonna go to the shoe section, 'kay?" And she wandered off.
"You get a dress, Rach?" Jen asked.
"Si, senorita." Jade replied for Rachel. "Had to stop her from lynching the poor salesperson, though." Rachel only glared. Jen shook her head.
"Only one place left," Jen said, pulling everyone toward the jewelry section of Bergdorf's. When they reached the jewelry, everyone split up.
Rachel had been looking at a pair of pearl earrings when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She looked up; it was Jen. Jade was next to her, biting her lower lip.
"What?" Rachel asked, a bit irritated.
"The man walking up to the register has a gun in his back pocket." Jen responded, looking a bit nervous. Rachel looked over, nodded, and walked forward casually, still holding the earrings. She sidled up to the man, right as he pulled the gun on the terrified cashier.
"Gimme the money," he said, in a low, gruff voice. Raven quirked an eyebrow.
"I don't think so, buddy." And with that she hit a pressure point on the man's neck and he went down.
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And once again, we have my lovely assistant Jinx!
Jinx: Assistant, my ass.
Titangirl: Jinx, what have I said about swearing? Hm?
Jinx: Don't do it?
Titangirl797: Bingo! (jumps around, laughing)
Jinx: Wow, you're crazier than I thought!
Titangirl: YES I AM! MUHAHAHAHAHA!
Jinx: Did you get into the sugared cereals again?
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Jinx: And I'm stuck with you…
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Jinx: Do you actually watch that show? It sucks.
Titangirl: Jinx, don't insult other people's personal choices! It's rude, unicorn girl.
Jinx: Gr.
Titangirl: (smiles manically) Get on with it you pink haired swizzle stick!
Jinx: Damn those cereals! Thank you for reviewing. Titangirl didn't rush, she just kept getting distracted by the pretty things outside the window. Don't mind her.
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Jinx: This is ridiculous.
Titangirl: GO!
Jinx: Thank you for reading this mind-boggling story, and how you managed to drag yourself to review…
Titangirl: Furry monkey, get on with it! We don't have all day!
Jinx: Yeah, we do.
Titangirl: Hehehehehehehe, go!
Jinx: Keep reading, or this idiot will force me to do a Native American tribal dance, bonfire and all.
The title of the chapter is from a quote, as always. Here's the quote:
I cannot and will not cut my conscience to fit this year's fashions.
Lillian Hellman (1905 - 1984), letter to Committee on Un-American Activities of the House of Representatives, May 19, 1952
I thought this fit because a) they shopped a lot in this chapter and it says the word fashion, haha, and b) when Rachel "saves the day", she's doing what she thinks is right. I thought that this would fit in with her morals, seeing as she is also against being a conformist. Just thought I'd put in an idea or two. I hope everyone is having a great summer. School's starting back up for me soon, so I may or may not get one out before August 18th. If I don't, don't expect one for a while, because school takes a lot out of me.
Lots of love,
Titangirl797