*Night has fallen, it is a quarter to ten...sometimes the upcoming fall is a commodity.

A beautiful silver Maserati is parked near the door and she exits it and swiftly enters the shop dressed in a long, flowy beige shiffon dress, huge Onasis' sunglasses and a matching beige scarf drapped across her head, hiding her hair, making her look like some odd 20's Dame.

Kara stands near a counter, patiently waiting service. The bills in her pocket are burning a hole, the coke up her nose is as well...but that does not matter.

She taps her opal-painted nails on the glass-top and tilts her head to the side....diamonds...are a girl's best friend.... ok, so they can be a boy's best friend too....as long as you give it to the right boy.*  

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A guy in a suit comes to the counter.
What could i help you with, miss?

*Her eyes raise to Williem(edit->) the man through the dark lenses of her sunglasses* Good evening to you sir, *she sounds like she is 110% fine, but the drugs in her system beg to differ* I would like to purchace a gift...for a dear friend of mine.

*Her right hand moves to the glasses, moving them off the bridge of her nose a touch, showing off beautiful sky-blue eyes.* Something in diamonds, lots of them...lots of shine....it is for a male. Something in a ring perhaps.  

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(this isn`t Willem. It`s the help.)

Off course madam. Well i have some rings with diamond accents which start off at 150 dollars,if you want a diamond stone in the ring, those start off at a 1000 dollars.  

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((my bad!))

*Kara huffs lightly at the mention of the inexpensive item* Sir, I do not want tin, I am looking for good quality on white gold. *Even though her words may come out a bit snobbish, her tone is not.*

It is for a dear, dear friend...I just want something that will tell him that I appreciate his help, his patients...you do understand.

*She thinks a moment* Yes, white gold with a nice diamond, shiny...and smaller diamonds around it...a circle shape would be lovely, don't you think? *She slides the sunglasses back on her face and smiles at the man.*

Offcourse miss.

*He takes out a cushion with 20 rings from a glass cupboard behind me.*

These are our white gold with a diamondstone and diamond accents rings. Starts with this one karat at 1500 dollar and ends this 3 diamond piece of 7000 dollar. If you wish a custom made one that also can be arranged.

*She picks up the one carat one and eyes it, frowing behind her sunglasses. Her nose twitches and she quickly dabs at it with her free hand, a stupid habbit she's picked up since she's started inhailing powder...stupid party at that stupid Gand's house!*

I think I would prefer something custom made, actually *She sets the ring down* Would you be able to create a circular ring with a wolf etched in it, the diamonds can be sprinled over the animal, like stars in the sky *she smiles* and a larger one resembling the moon. In let us say...oh, three carats in total.

"I`ll get our jewelery smith. He does the customs."

*You are guided to back room with tables and after a question of you like anything to drink the salesman dissappears and a man with greying hairs steps in with several samples of metal and several diamond samples.*

"Goodday I`m Ronald Declerk, the smith. You wanted a custom order?"

*He waves off any offer of drink, they might offer her vodka and that would not make her all too happy...clear liquids are for those who still have a pulse.

Kara takes a seat at one of the tables and looks at the samples. Silently she chooses 18k white gold and an array of pretty, nearly crystal clear, diamonds.*

Yes, I have told the other gentleman that I would like a ring *she explains what kind of ring as she did with the other* I would like five small diamonds, though not shards...you do understand? Then a full carat up top...representing the moon.
I was thinking three carats in total...maybe three and a half. Something that is beautiful, something different....*then she pauses, looks away and utters almost inaudibly* something that will remind him I am greatful...

((since I have just learnt that Willem-p will no longer be playing I am going to finish this myself...in other words, I am going to be talking to myself in here till I'm good and done sothere ))

*The man nods to her, then tells her that she has good taste...of course she does...ten thoudand dollars always tastes good!

He draws up some papers after she hands him a down-payment of two and a half thousand. He requests the rest upon completion.

'Two weeks' he tells her, promising that at that time, on the dot, the ring will be ready.* It will be perfect, will it not? *He nods in affermation, telling her that yes, it will be divine, and that makes Kara smile.*

It is for someone dear *He tells her he understands and shakes her hand as she bids him farewell.*

Two weeks *she says softly after being escorted to the door and have had the door opened for her* Till then.

*She adjusts the sunglasses on the brigde of her nose and heads off. The wind begins to whistle softly as she dissapears, singing a song of autumn as it bids her good-bye for now.*

((*speeds time to two weeks later*))

*The same car, the same shades, yet her outfit is even weirder today. She's wearing an ankle-length plum gown with a huge slit up her right thigh, slivers of skin showing with each high-healed step. Her hair is hiden from view with the aid of a flowy, near-sheer red scarf.

She enters the shop, anticipating viewing the ring. A smile crosses her lips as she spots the man. He greets her with a kiss placed on her hand making her think...does ass-kissing blood taste richer?*

I have been waiting....anticipating *her eyes flitter to his neck, then up to his face...another smile assuring him that she is just some rich eccentric...and nothing more.* Thr ring, sir, is it ready?

As if by magic (or the fact that she's doped up again) the ring appears in his hand. A gleeful, feather-soft clap of hands.* He will aodre it. It is remarcable.  

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*She takes the ring, gently, between index and thumb and rolls it in the light, as he begins to speak of the rest of the money she ows him.* Hush *she snaps quickly as she turns the ring watching it flicker and die.

In a flash he is pushed out of the way and she is arching over the glass counter.* Come here, sir *her head turns, looking over her shoulder at the man. He walks over and his once pleasent mood goes sour* Did you use diamonds?

*His scowl draws on his face and is quickly waving arms about, calling her all sorts of four-lettered vulgarities.

Without uttering a word the ring is scrapped across the glass, doing no damage* Real diamonds cut glass! You thought you could fool me? *She hisses low.*

*By now the man is fuming, furious, and tells her to get out of the shop. He grabs the ring out of Kara's grasp, grabs her elbow and begins to drag her out of the door as she tries to pull away.

(2008-10-03 17:49:49 Kara rolls 4 dice to str. 6,4,1,2 (failure)

Damn drugs are making her weak, clumsy! Stupid mortal and their stupid steroids!*

Do you cheat all your clients this way?

*She would have left it as such, left him with the 2 thousand she pre-paid. Maybe would have just come back later...set Wolf on him,just a little, nothing dramatic...until he turns around and she hears him say 'only the harlots.'

((All rolls in this scene are diff.6))

(2008-10-05 16:23:24 Kara rolls 4 dice to grab gun 5,3,10,1 (failure)

*For that Kara snaps, in a whirlwind of motions she fumbles for her gun but her clumsyness is standing too close to her tonight. He pushes her hard against the wall as she fumbles for the weapon and then reaches up and slaps her hard across the face.

(2008-10-05 16:27:06 Kara rolls 6 dice to stop hit 7,5,10,5,7, 9 (4 successes)

Her head snaps to the side, but that only adds fuel to her fire. The man steps back ready to strike again, when she raises her hand swiftly and grabs his by the wrist. His hand pauses in mid air. Her grasp tightens likg a vice.* Did no one ever tell you that you cannot put out a fire with gasoline? *her voice is low, a hiss and her eyes spew forth rage...a rage which begins to build...and build.*

*She watches him as he winces and that just makes her madder* Did you think that you could hurt me you fucking shit? *She twists his arm behind his back and pushes him against the nearest counter, hissing in his ear as she arches over him* I have no pain left.

(2008-10-06 10:06:06 Kara rolls 6 dice to bash head 8,1,9,1,6, 1 (failure) *She grabs the back of his head, a fistfull of hair in her grasp; and as she's about to smash his brains into the counter he wriggles free, reaches behind the counter and grabs a baseball bat.

The only thing between them is a glass counter...and glass shatters prettily...

But it is not the fact that he's up, head intact, holding a bat that makes her step back and mentaly tell herself off...it's that he made her swear and that is so unladylike!*

((friggen dice loves me now!))
(2008-10-17 15:47:55 Kara rolls 7 dice to shoot shop keeper 8,6,6,7,8, 6,8 (7 successes)

*The distance between them allows the Malkavian Opera singer to easily grab her guns out of their holsters. She takes a few quick steps back and glares at him.* Bye bye, butterfly *she utters then aims the guns at the glass counter and begins to empty them both on it. It shatters beautifully and a rainfall of glass shards sprays across the shopkeeper. Her eyes remain narrowed, the anger rages out of her one bullet at a time. The guns pulse in her hand...a love and hate collaboration.*

((Chrissi....you rock for continuing this scene!!! you crack me up!))

((Talking to myself is one of my favourite things to do , hehee. Heck I wasn't going to give this scene up because Will-p left!))

*The man flies back in a whirlwind of glass, diamonds and other things, he falls hard against the wall. The bat rolls out of his grasp and falls silent against the shatter of shards.

Not a single bullet hit him yet he lays in a pool of his own vermillion. A thousand tiny razors of transparent stuff have punctured and scraped and scratched. He is alive but dazed, hurt and in sheer shock.

Kara's guns are slipped quickly back into their holsers, very Cowboyish style.

Dainty heals click over the marble floor, avoiding the debree.* I am not a harlot *she whispers as she kneels before him and grabs a handful of hair in her grasp* But I have become an animal.

(2008-10-18 16:42:16 Kara rolls 7 dice to feed 2,7,10,1,4, 7,6 (3 successes) *His breath hitches as she tears his flesh with her teeth and fills her belly...no, it does not taste better.

Her lips are licked, she rises and walks around the splinters and diamonds on the floor. Upon the dark blue-black marble of the floor they resemble constellations. She kneels and picks up a handful, along with the ring.*