Post by Pippa Hart on Jan 14, 2008 20:34:51 GMT -5
[Like her mother, Pippa was one that found it most thrilling to shop. Yet she still rarely actually bought anything when shopping unless going out of London and elsewhere to places they were known to find suitable clothing for them that would be highly looked upon. Today quite to what you would expect she was not with someone but by herself. It was a Sunday, the only day she really had to herself, yet still managed to keep busy, and she found herself among the street with little boutiques that she quite adored. They were charming really in her own way and she found quite a few people like herself, well in the fact that they had money to buy whatever they basically wanted as well. In the manner of speech and the way she was she was really quite different from anyone. Unless they were people from an old and powerful family there would be doubts with actually having normal conversation. Pippa of course never noticed this and while they would be talking in normal terms she would still use her exquisite speech that some people still don’t even understand. This would be as to why she was so quiet in school even when she liked to talk, just casual conversation. Keeping to herself did her well at school at least in the aspect she didn’t get questioned for her speech and everything, though then she didn’t have many people she knew quite so well either.
Today she walked down the side walk avoiding the people with quite a graceful walk her hair pulled to the side in a clip flowing down in front of her right shoulder in perfect waves as if her hair was actually curled that way when it was always natural it having a perfect gleam as the awaked sun hit her hair. It was around noon and there were many people bustling about though around here not so much. You would see quite the few upper class women and men coming from store to store with a few bags in there hands but that was about it. She found she felt quite the bit more at places like this then she ever did at her school. You would think after a few years of being there she would feel more welcomed but she never did, but the way she looked, the way she acted seemed to tell people otherwise. She never seemed troubled by such petty things as friends from school. With people she met with from other families like hers out of her time as they dined on tea and biscuits they would laugh and pretend to be best friends. And that was how she viewed friends as. People who really weren’t so it was no wonder that she didn’t really know even who to consider a friend or not at school, as people were quite hard to understand she found. Yet even though she didn’t get what people meant to her she could tell you easily how the person is, as most people were quite easy to read in there own way.
With Pippa though this was also because with her effects of how she talked she was able to get quite a bit out of a person that you would not expect. She had an alluring voice so to speak, soft but contained man words that need be spoken. She was witty. Could get people talking to her easily and as long as she knew her choice of questions properly she need not worry about anything else as she got more about them then they ever got about her. It worked every time, or she had yet to meet someone otherwise. But even if she did she still could put a fairly good base on whether they were trusting enough because sad to say a lot of people weren’t. And actually even the people she had tea with or went to balls with and everything else probably weren’t that much good anyways. Gossipers she liked to call them, as that was what they do. Hence why she keeps the conversation light and laughable around them. No need to arise suspicious about her. Too much trouble for such petty little things. Pippa was one of those people that definitely saw whether things were a waste of time, or whether they were alright to actually have more then a thirty minute conversation. It was all to judge just with her curious little eyes hat seemed to be sparked at every detail that most people missed, unless they were like her and paid attention to the details. Most were too consumed to notice.
Today she wore a pair of black heels that circled around her ankle nicely, the heels thank god not being too high, just small ones which definitely made it easier to walk and be graceful at the same time. Pippa much preferred the stylish flats but her mother insisted she wear heels on most occasions unless at school, then she was free to wear flats instead. Pippa didn’t even think she owned a pair of running shoes actually. Her dress she had on today was spaghetti strapped and tighter in the waste then any part, white with small black polka dots a bit shorter then the knee showing off her legs nicely. Since it was London even now it wasn’t cold and it was dead in the winter and she liked the nice breeze that was emitted today. She noticed the small glances people gave her as she walked along looking straight ahead a elegant looking smile on her face showing a bit of her teeth as she nodded politely to a few people she recognized on the street. Like always she held everything properly and she definitely was noticed over others. This being just because of how she was. You would think with the way she was there was never a problem in her life. Such a sad thing when knowing that isn’t true at all.
