An insight into parallels [IZUMI/RACHEL]

Finally, a day off!

After what seemed like just another uneventful week of waking up, going to class, eating, going to class, going to bed, so forth and so on. This week was just as tiring as it was boring, Izumi having to start working just a tiny bit harder, which annoyed her since she would have rather just slept in that day. Obviously, Shirayama-san wouldn't take too kindly to Izumi's reluctance of attending classes for the day, and neither would her mother, so she dragged herself out of bed like the rest of the students in the school. Having to do everything the same as everyone else just felt unfair. Why was she having to mindlessly do what all the others were? It wasn't like she was similar to the other girls, with their sociability, talent beaming off of them like the sun's rays, and whatever other supernatural abilities they seemingly possessed?
She'd fallen behind the others recently, and Izumi had began doubting herself by now, constantly comparing herself to the rest of her year, even if she refused to talk to, or acknowledge the existence of the sheer majority of her classmates.

Deciding to take a break for the weekend, Izumi took her backpack with her, and got dressed, picking out a pair of black aviator sunglasses, doc marten boots, a miniskirt, and a tucked t-shirt, all in black, her t-shirt having the logo of some obscure Swedish metal band. This choice of clothing made her feel as if she wasn't being forced to conform with the others, with their greys, blues and beige shades of uninspired misery. It felt as if she was standing apart from the rest of the world, just all the things she could use to describe being free, would fit into this.

Izumi had enough of having to stand aside, and let others get their spotlight. The same story, over and over. Just like re-reading a book, except Izumi was none the wiser, and she was getting increasingly tired of this looping story. She'd keep questioning why it was the same students getting the lead roles, and why whenever a play was on, it was something she'd already done, and had no interest in, or it was something new, and she never got the leading role? It all felt like the odds were stacked against her, as if she was fated to never even see a leading role. How could she advance if she was a minor character in someone else's life story, and not a main character in her own life? She swore from now on, she'd take up Shirayama-san's words for herself, and act like herself, however unprofessional that was. It was so very tempting to just do something incredibly stupid right now, maybe find one of her classmates and get into a shouting match with them. It was outside of school too, so unless they reported her, would she really have to worry about it?

Anyway... 

She stood outside of a bridal store, peering in at the dresses with a curious look on her face.
"I doubt I'll ever get married, but.. those do look nice, wow!"
Izumi smugly remarked to herself, somewhat loudly, due to the pair of headphones she head on her head, she wasn't really observant when she had them on, nearly always listening to metal, loud orchestral music, or old pop music. Today, it was some more heavy metal again, loud guitar solos audible to people nearby.

It seemed today was just going to be all about her, and she'd enjoy the relative freedom of not being bound by time constraints for now.

Rachel was a person who did things on a whim. Did she have any real purpose for coming to the town near the school? Not a single one. But the idea had popped into her head to come to town and come to town she had. That was how you made life fun, after all, and Rachel was all about fun. She was simply wandering around, taking things in, and seeing if anything jumped out at her as something fun to do. Her outfit? Her school uniform. Which was something she was not suppose to be wearing outside of school. Which, of course, made it her favorite time to wear her uniform. It created a fun image of conformity and non-conformity at the same time. The contrast was delicious. Plus, the uniform was kind of cute and sexy at the same time. She didn't mind wearing it.

But now to find some fun! Rachel walked around a corner and spotted a girl who seemed to be about her age. A student from the school perhaps? They all often came to town on the weekends. She looked... familiar, though Rachel was sure she wasn't a forth year. Where had she seen the girl before? Regardless, she was rocking her style. The punk look, the headphones that were blaring some music Rachel could just make out a bit of and sounded metal. Well, it was all enough to catch Rachel's attention. The girl was also looking at wedding gowns. Was romance on her mind? So many questions about this girl. Rachel couldn't see her face either and was wondering if she was cute. So much fun potential, so of course she had to strike up a conversation. Rachel walked up on the girl's left so she was also facing the wedding dresses. Then she poked her headphones forward gently to get her attention and enable her to hear again.

"See anything you like?" she asked with a smirk.

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Words - 327 | Tag - Izumi Shiraishi | Notes - N/A

Feeling something poke her set of headphones from the left side, Izumi sighed, and paused her music almost instantly, taking a step forward.
That something, no.. someone was clearly wanting her attention.
She wasn't the type to be caught off guard so easily!

Turning around in a quick spin, Izumi removed her sunglasses, and studied the girl in front of her.
A uniformed girl, specifically the uniform from Fukui Academy. Why was she wearing it on a day off? It just seemed odd, more than anything else.
Deciding to play it cool, and not lose her composure like she had around her peers so often. Any of her underclassmen never got to see Izumi at her shakiest, however today seemed to be off on an odd beginning of events.

The purple eyes met a set of violet ones, as Izumi stared.
"The white lace ballgown with sleeves? Yes, I'd say it's quite intricately designed, and I would wonder several things about it, such as to how long it'd take to get one tailored, the cost of one, and if it's available in different colors, although the pale blue knee-length one without sleeves also interests me.."
Izumi attempted to make her voice deeper than usual, not exactly managing to make a convincing attempt at making it believable, as her voice was naturally a high-pitched one anyway. As she spoke, Izumi let down her backpack, unzipped it and hastily put her headphones inside, crouching down to do so.
"However, we.. I doubt I should be looking at this sort of thing as a single, unmarried woman. Probably for the better that I wait for the correct time, person and whatever else."

Raising an eyebrow, she stood up quickly back after.
"And besides, what's a kid like you doing here? Are you from one of those private schools, or something?"
If she could keep the voice up, Izumi wasn't at risk of this stranger knowing of what she did on her weekends.
Her face, and style of dress were more of a dead giveaway, as Izumi had a youthful appearance to her, as well as the fact she didn't wear any makeup.