Tobias ;; who'd have known

[JORDAN VALENCIA FAIRCHILD]

OUTFIT

Jordan figured it wasn't all about what she wore. She hadn't planned on pretending to be a famous rock star from London, and keeping up the accent and rouse was exhausting. It wasn't like she even really had the money to keep it up, spending wise, since of course their room had been comped. Jordan had decided she could wear her own clothes as long as she wore them in a defiant manner and remembered her accent. Right?

She wandered down to the sport shop, not that she was much of a skier, but she did like snowboarding--- tennis and soccer had always been her games of choice. Jordan had been somewhat of a college soccer star, tennis falling to the back burner. But the sport shop was the most jock-esque activity she could do right now without hitting the slopes. It was a way to get back in touch with the self she'd been until she got here with her sister and pretended to be a rocker, one that sang back up and played drums---that's what she'd told Justin Timberlake anyway.

Jordan blew out between her lips as she wandered through racks of ski jackets, goggles, fancy shoes... She wished she had the budget for some of the stuff. Maybe if she asked they'd comp her more stuff? Unlikely, 'messing' up their reservation ahd gotten them a room, but she doubted it would be good to milk it, they might check up on them and find out the band was a hoax.

[TOBIAS JACOB MARILLO]

Toby wasn't sure why exactly he suddenly wanted to go to the sports shop, but he did. He'd probably want something from in there, and besides, even just window shopping was a lot better than lazing around doing nothing, which really got boring after a while. So, Toby got dressed into a red and white check shirt, blue jeans and his red trainers, he ran a brush through his hair a bit, got washed and ready and then left.

After a while, he did end up going to the sports shop. After all, he'd heard it was pretty nice in there. He'd been in that hotel quite a long time but he'd never once been in the sports shop until now. So he began wandering around, his eyes moving slowly across the stock. A few things caught his eye, but he didn't want to buy them just yet. He wouldn't need sporty things for a while, after all.

Then he paused. He did like to swim a lot...maybe he should get new goggles? Grinning a bit, Toby headed towards the goggles but got distracted by the fancy shoes. As a result, he turned to go to the goggles and he walked into someone. He quickly reached out to steady them, making sure they didn't fall, before letting go and stepping back, blushing. "I am so sorry. I wasn't thinking or looking where I was going. Typical me, always in my own world. Sorry. Are you okay?" he asked, sheepish. After all, this had been his fault. Why did he have to daydream all the time? He was such an idiot. His mind began to scold him but he kept his focus on the person he had run in to. It was a woman, he noticed.

[JORDAN VALENCIA FAIRCHILD]

This trip to Aspen had been more complicated than she'd anticipated. They hadn't found Hadley, and while Ray and Jordan had bonded a bit, things were still rather tense between them. Not to mention they could probably be arrested for pretending to be famous in order to get a free resort room...

Jordan turned and ran right into someone. She felt hands on her arms, they were too broad to be a woman's. Jordan looked up at the guy who'd grabbed her, he had lovely eyes. He was also apologizing up and down. "Oh it's okay, honest mistake." She said, surprised at how the British accent had kicked in so easily. Maybe she was getting too used to pretending. Jordan realized maybe she should have been more aloof, more mad, how dare you, watch where you're going etc?

Shit.

Jordan tried to appear like she didn't care, because thats what a real rock star would do, right? "Yeah, I'm fine." She said noncommittally. But really, no harm no foul. It was pretty basic to run into people, happened all the time, and it wasn't like she'd even fallen over or been stepped on. "You okay?" She asked, deciding maybe she could be at least a nice-ish fake rockstar.