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Post by SceneMod on Apr 6, 2012 23:14:50 GMT -5
Is Carolyn worried about a sniper spotting her sparklies?
Arlen says slowly, "No. I think this is not nearly ostentatious enough, but it's a start." He gives her a smile that shows her his teeth.
He gets the door for her, almost bowing.
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Post by Carolyn Blake on Apr 6, 2012 23:55:47 GMT -5
As she passes Arlen, she murmurs, "You're enjoying this too much."
Of course, once she's inside the jewelry store, Carolyn has no idea what she's supposed to do, so she just stands there, arms crossed over her chest, tapping one foot. The tapping is her concession to her nervousness.
So many things will be shot later to make up for this. All the things.
"Hmpf. I doubt you find anything you deem suitable. You're so picky.
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Post by SceneMod on Apr 7, 2012 0:14:17 GMT -5
"And I'll enjoy it later, too," Arlen whispers in promise, eyes wide. Carolyn will have her pound of flesh from him, if she can find it between all the scars, but he'll smile all the while. The surgeons made the most interesting faces when he started acting like he enjoyed the pain, after all. It gave him an ounce of control.
He tries to gently take her by the elbow to guide her along with him, and he slowly examines the different cabinets. There are some quite nice Byzantine-styled pieces here. He'll have to at least get her a cross of some sort. "I am a man of wealth and taste, my dear sister."
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Post by Carolyn Blake on Apr 7, 2012 1:08:25 GMT -5
Carolyn allows herself to be guided along. She tenses at the touch, but soon relaxes. It's just Arlen, and she is always feels more comfortable around Arlen. Sometimes, she wonders if he was designed specifically to be a calming influence on her.
A smartly dressed (but not too smartly. One does not outshine the merchandise) young sales clerk walks over to Arlen and Carolyn area. The clerk doesn't speak, and doesn't hover, but she still makes it clear that she is available to assist if asked.
Carolyn stops and seems to be rather taken by a brilliant ruby set in the eye of a gold phoenix brooch. She's not even sure why she likes it, but she does. Of course, it goes with nothing Arlen has already bought.
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Post by SceneMod on Apr 7, 2012 1:31:34 GMT -5
Arlen watches Carolyn's eyes, and now, he speaks for her, and he says, "My sister would like to see the phoenix brooch, please."
They'll have to go clothes shopping again to find something that matches it if she likes it. If they have to go clothes shopping again, Arlen wins, and of course he wants to encourage her to show an interest in the proceedings.
He does wonder if she's just thinking she could stab someone with the brooch's needle.
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Post by Carolyn Blake on Apr 7, 2012 22:58:45 GMT -5
Arlen knows Carolyn a bit too well.
The salesclerk removes the brooch and its velvet tray from the case and places it on the counter. She carefully picks up the brooch, places it flat in her palm, and extends it toward Carolyn.
"This piece, like each in this case, is a one-of-a-kind masterwork, created exclusively for us by a local artisan. The ruby is one of the last mined from Burma, before that recent unpleasantness in the primary mines."
There is of course, paperwork to back this up, should Arlen wish to see it.
Carolyn doesn't reach for the brooch. She isn't sure if she's supposed to or not.
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Post by SceneMod on Apr 7, 2012 23:22:22 GMT -5
"Let's see how it looks against your skin," Arlen says decisively. He attempts to gently pick it up, and he holds it near her neck. he doesn't want to puncture the dress she's currently wearing, and he explains, "You would wear it with a different outfit, of course, but try to imagine how it might look. Mirror, please?"
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Post by Carolyn Blake on Apr 8, 2012 0:01:04 GMT -5
The clerk allows Arlen to take the brooch, and immediately fetches a mirror. She holds the mirror at just the right angle to allow Carolyn and Arlen both to view the brooch against Carolyn's peaches and cream complexion.
"It is a lovely compliment to the lady," the clerk says softly.
And it is lovely against Carolyn's skin, the warm tones of the gold and the ruby made even lusher by the pinkish undertones in her skin. Carolyn reaches up and traces one filigree flame feather with her finger. It is the only thing close to an approving gesture she has made toward any item during this makeover.
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Post by SceneMod on Apr 8, 2012 14:33:49 GMT -5
"I'll have a look at the paperwork, please," Arlen asks, and he slowly lessens his grip on the brooch, so that Carolyn can take it and examine it herself, if she likes.
That's it, show interest in the brooch with the exploding ruby. That means Arlen wins.
Maybe they can find one of those weaponised diamond rings, too.
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Post by Carolyn Blake on Apr 8, 2012 15:17:58 GMT -5
"Of course, sir," the clerk says, reaching under the desk and pulling out the appropriate file without even looking. She folds back the folder front to expose the paperwork and places it on the counter for the gentleman to take at his leisure. She then steps away to assist another guest. She is not worried about theft. The boutique has measures in place for that.
Carolyn holds the brooch in her palm. She is unaware of the entranced look on her face, or the way her brow is furrowed in puzzlement.
"This... reminds me of something," she murmurs.
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Post by SceneMod on Apr 8, 2012 17:22:46 GMT -5
Arlen looks over the documentation skeptically. These things can be forged, after all! But Carolyn seems to like it, so they're going to get it, anyway.
There is a flash of alarm on his face when she murmured that the brooch reminds her of something. It doesn't remind him of anything at all. Shouldn't it, if it reminds her of something? He hasn't always been at her side, but he's there often enough. Arlen leans in and whispers, "We'll discuss it later."
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Post by Carolyn Blake on Apr 8, 2012 17:43:59 GMT -5
"Hmm?" Carolyn is obviously startled out of her reverie by both Arlen's words and his proximity. She turns, looks at him, and blinks.
"We're taking this," she says firmly, and now she sounds exactly like herself.
She doesn't care that she has to try on more clothes for it.
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Post by SceneMod on Apr 8, 2012 19:38:23 GMT -5
Arlen nods approvingly and adds, "But do keep looking, Sister. See if there's anything else you'd like."
OOC: Skip to something else, maybe?
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Post by Carolyn Blake on Apr 8, 2012 20:19:51 GMT -5
And even later, back in the hotel suite.
"Arlen. I have perfect balance. But those things are three inches tall, and will throw my center of gravity all to hell. You can't be serious?"
Carolyn looks again at the simple black pumps with chain detailing as if they are torture instruments and then back at Arlen. "Why can't I just stay in those types of things?" she asks, as she points at several pairs of sandals and wedges.
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Post by SceneMod on Apr 8, 2012 21:11:34 GMT -5
"Feh. Those are barely kitten heels. Try it again without the bowl of water on your head," Arlen directs, "You must master them, lest you be a complete laughingstock in shoes unsuitable to the event. Surely a bit of cobblery cannot defeat you?"
He's sitting casually in a chair, quietly envying her collection of shoes. Women get the best shoes. It isn't fair.
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