The Predator [open]

[pretty_lethal]

The plan of attack was pretty simple-- the bazaar was generally unfamiliar territory, so the point was going to be to stalk the field, to scope out the best items and deals. If she could find the weakest salespeople, the best deals... those would be the best places to strike. This was going to be good.

Moving with purpose, Rachel started to weave through the crowded bazaar, eyes set on her first target: a nearby clothing stall, vivid fabric aired in the open.

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[pretty_lethal]

Rachel shrugged to that. "Where I come from? When you don't look like you care, people flock to it. And not in a good way." She wasn't one of those people, of course, but it was still something she knew. "But if you can ignore them then good for you." And that was something she meant.

"Let's see then," she said, voice cheerful as she started to browse. She kept glancing at the girl, appraising her. She was going to find something that the girl would like that would look flattering.

((ooc: is there anything in particular you might like Sandy to get? c: ))

[justoutrunyou.livejournal.com]

((ooc: Not particularly, just something cute and functional since she likes to run around and stuff. And she's got a little boy that she likes if that offers any help))

"Guess that makes sense. I mean you don't wanna stand out too much so I guess it's just kinda like...hiding around people who look like you do or who are sort of dressed in the same style?"

[pretty_lethal]

"Something like that," Rachel agreed, flashing a smile as she flipped through some clothes. Surely she could find something that would work for this girl. Just by her look and current, Rachel already had a decent idea of what kind of thing would work for her. "Dressing up doesn't necessarily mean that you're going to stand out. You can but only if you go for that."