Angel sighed as she was sitting in a small room with a mirror hanging on the wall, many would call it a fitting room but to her right now she felt like she was in jail. "You alright in there Angel?" Trish's voice called out from the other side of the door making the young female jump, "Um yeah sorry! Be out in a minute!" She called pulling on a shirt that was sleeveless yet seemly to have a high collar on it. Giving a small glare having it on though maybe it was more of the color being bright pink, pulling a pair of green camo pants made her want to shred the colors already or start a bonfire with them.

Slowly stepping out looking to the two young women across from her who tilted their heads, "...No....just no..." Angel growled and quickly stepped back into the fitting room, while pulling the set of clothes off. Her mind drifted back to this morning when she was busy sweeping the floor of Dante's office.

Taking a bag full of trash out by the front steps knowing she would need to ask Dante where the trash can was, wiping her brow and stepping back inside hearing the phone ring. Watching closely as Dante slammed a foot onto the desk causing the phone to jump from its cradle, with a small flick of his foot the phone flew the air and landed in his outstretched hand. "Devil May Cry." Dante muttered not having a care in his voice thus Angel rolled her eyes going back to grabbing a broom and started sweeping, "Angel...its for you." Dante called out with an extend of his arm toward her.

Walking over gently taking the phone from him with one hand and keeping her other hand holding onto the broom, "Hello?" Angel spoke wondering who in the world could be on the other end of the line. "Hey Angel, its Trish! Lady and I are going shopping near by today and wondered if you would like to tag along?" Trish's voice came over the line and Angel smiled thinking it would be fun to get out of the so called office for a bit, "Sure! That would be great!" Angel giggled out, talking a little longer then placed the phone back into the little arms of the phone base.

"That seem like a good talk?" Dante spoke out looking over the edge of the magazine he held in his hands, "Yup going to clothes shopping with Trish and someone name Lady." Angel told him not bothering to look up from the sweeping. "Hmm.....I wouldn't mind seeing you in something sexy.." He muttered putting his focus back on the magazine though it was short lived when it flew up into the air, "You are nothing but a big pervert you know that?" Angel growled holding the magazine only to throw the evil thing away but someone else had a different idea. A loud smack echoed threw out the office then followed by an eerie silence, "....you just..." Angel muttered lowly turning her head allowing her deathly glare to fall onto the male who held a smirk on his lips.

Angel smiled sweetly than fast as lighting held up the small gun she owned pulling the trigger, "You just shot at me?!" Dante hollered jumping from his seat which now sported a new bullet hole in the head rest. Once again Angel just smiled and pointed the gun at him, "Damn it!" He cried out dodging again when she pulled the trigger adding new holes across the office.

Smiling when Angel recalled the memory slowly trying on what looked like a very low cut V shirt, pulling some low hip hugging jeans feeling her face flushed beat red at new look in the mirror. "I wonder if this was Trish or more like Lady?" Angel thought biting her lip in fear of what her sister would think at this moment, stepping out showing the new outfit to the women who smirked stealing a glance at one another. Sighing stepping back into the changing room to once again try more new clothes on, to Angel this all seem to be one side since she was the only one trying anything on.

Trish said she would pick something out from another store and Lady.....well she wasn't quite sure what to think of her, Lady wore a white crop looking shirt and it seem to be only button in two place. Oddly enough right over her breast thus leaving a peep show for any guy walking past her and if that wasn't enough, she wore a funky green mini flannel skirt. "It looks more like the skirt was made up be pockets instead." Angel thought pulling the shirt off stopping to let a quiet string of curse words from her lips, the shirt seem to have gotten stuck on small loop in the middle of Angel's chest.

Breathing slowly once the shirt was free allow full view of a looped anchored right at the start of her breast line, it was something her sister had put in as a means to keep her safe though Angel never seem to recall why or how it ever kept her safe. Oddly enough before leaving the shop, Dante had thrown his trench coat onto Angel's head. "Take it with you." Was all he had said while returning to his office chair. "Hey Angel we found something you might like." Lady voice called from the other side of the door thus upon opening the door made a small pile of clothes appear in her face, gently taking the stack allowed the door to close on its own.

Casting her eyes over each article of clothes drew a smirk to her rosey color lips, discarding what she was wearing quickly fling the new set on, stepping up to the mirror showcased Angel wearing a simple black shirt accompanied by a pair of light blue jeans though appeared faded in some areas. Reaching over grabbing the last item feeling it slip on with ease left Angel awestruck at her self, a simple dark blue trench coat hugged her body and a bit longer in the back yet casting little care quickly walking out again.

"Looking good there girly!" Lady spoke giving a tan glove covered thumbs up to the young girl in front of her, Lady's red and blue colored eyes turned to Trish who nodded in agreement. Angel was happy that none of the clothes so far had sported any brown color looking suspenders that seem to show case with Lady's clothes, or even the black corset that Trish was wearing. Stepping back into the fitting room to change clothes for the last time and pick what she liked from the many clothes she tried on, catching one last look in the mirror allowed her eyes to drift to her arm.

Steadily reaching up grasping the bandage and ripping it off with great force showed that the once cut skin was now perfectly healed, "So then its true....being part demon causes you to heal faster." She thought recalling words she read in a book in her sister's room. Shaking her head reaching over grabbing the big red trench coat that consumed her body with great ease, holding it close allowed his scent to drift threw her nose and grant her a peace of mind.

"Is that what your getting?" Trish asked watching Angel place a small pile of clothes on the front counter, "Yeah its not much but will do for now." Angel spoke in a gleeful tone pulling a card from her pocket having her life earnings on it. Not sure when Angel had started it but it was before her mother had died and right now it was a life saver, shifting her eyes to the floor set her eyes upon both Trish and Lady's boots, Trish's were all black with quite some high heel to them making Angel wince knowing if she tried to walk in them would be game over, Lady's was matching tan color like her gloves but went all the way up to her knees and Angel felt her stomach flip at idea of her wearing something like that would just shallow her legs whole.

There had to be some boots she could wear since she was now fighting demons, sneakers weren't gonna cut it or last long in any fight. Having finishing paying for the items and walking threw a few store's thus earning more of Angel's money, yet once done with the last purchase sealed the outfit for Angel who emerged from borrowing a fitting room to show the same jeans and blue trench coat, but instead of the black T-shirt she switched to the low V cut shirt. Her black combat looking boots clicked on the tile floor and her black fingers formed a fake guy pointing towards the women, "How do I look?" She asked with a smile unaware of the shadowy figure watching from across the street.

The shadow flicked their tongue as if tasting the air causing a smirk to form on their lips, "Such a pretty scent.....hehehe......... slice......wanna taste her......hehehehe....... dice...." It muttered in a low tone its fingers fiddling with an sharpen blade.