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[Isi Runasimi]

GOT MORE RECORDS THAN THE KGB
M.I.A.
THIRD WORLD DEMOCRACY

§ Isi's lips curved in quiet wonder as soon as she finished speaking. She had been in a rush to give an excuse for Seras random outbreak that she remembered Seras had lost a Hiro ... pimp ... lover ... dominant ... submissive? ... boyfriend ... girlfriend. She turned to give Seras one final glance, but didn't notice if any, the look of raw emotion on her face. Who needed a girlfriend or boyfriend or pimp? Isi was fine without a male or female in her life and so could Seras. . Would it be too much to hope for if Seras embraced Isi's lifestyle?

"Auh . . . "

§ Isi was slightly surprised as Seras soon took action, ordering about the saleswoman like a professional! And now suddenly she had three pairs of brand new shoes - All of which she wanted. Was there a tingling in her gut, something of guilt? - For letting this girl pay for her purchases. Isi pushed the strange feeling of guilt out of her mind. Isi had managed to try the Brian Artwood Dickenson leather boots on while Seras was handling the payment aspect. The boots looked lovely if Isi might say for herself!

"Lovely aren't they? I might like to wear them out."

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[serasalcaste]

Seras finished paying for the expensive boots and smiled, completely satisfied that she was finally able to pay back Isi for the boots she had ruined herself a short while earlier. When she turned around she nearly gasped. Her master had been very correct. The boots were brilliant, but looked beautiful on her.

"Yes, they are quite lovely, Miss."

Seras smiled and brushed her bangs aside delicately before strutting across the store to where Isi was. Somehow, she gradually lost her lustful eyes and regained her selfless composure.

"Miss... um... but it may rain soon. I wouldn't want your precious boots to be ruined. It may be swell to box them afterall...?"

Seras was cautious with her words, as Isi had never been at any sort of fault for her last pair of boots being ruined, but in truth the sky was rather cloudy. It would surely rain soon and the vampire was looking out for her master's well being and preserving her beautiful and content smile.

"I can carry one more box in this bag if you like, Miss."

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[Isi Runasimi]

GOT MORE RECORDS THAN THE KGB
M.I.A.
THIRD WORLD DEMOCRACY

§ Isi couldn't help but glean at her newly purchased boots. They were the shit! She couldn't wait to strut around in them! She would positively go insane if they were scuffed in any sort of way! She turned her head to look at Seras. Rain? She hadn't checked the forecast in a while. Rain didn't kill ... except it murdered boots ... . It would murder these sorts of boots in a heartbeat.

"If you say so."

§ Regretfully, Isi began to untie her boot strings. When of course she realized that Seras should be doing this ... Or, whatever. Isi quickly untied her boot strings and slid them into their box; sliding on her current boots. She could let Seras put the box in the bag though, handing the box to Seras. It felt good to shop, to spend money that wasn't hers. - Though of course all the money she spent didn't exactly belong to her.

§ Isi stood up and headed to the shop exit. She slid her cell phone out of her pocket and after a moments hesitation she turned it on. She flipped through an application until she found one for the weather, sure enough it might rain. Or ... Isi could have just tilted her head and looked up. She frowned before shutting off her cell phone and sliding it back in her pocket.

"So..."

[serasalcaste]

Seras happily carried her masters bags as she followed her outside, feeling rather dull for not undoing the laces on them herself. Nonetheless, she wouldn't let her down yet!

"Miss... there's a shoppe not too far from here. May I fetch you a brolly? I shan't have your pretty hair be ruined heaps."

Alas, she had been told once, perhaps twice before to simply be quite for her accent. It held her tongue strong. Seras frowned at herself for a moment, biting her tongue. Surely Isi must think of her as an idiot by now, or at least she thought so.

"Actually... I don't want you to walk in this bad weather. Its gross. I'll ring for an auto right away, Miss."

In actuality, Seras didn't immediately know who to even phone, but somehow managed to recall one of her more reputable dealers had always treated her well. He had mentioned some time ago that a chauffeur was always merely a call away. With a quick dial, a smile and a prompt thank you came from the little girl. A few minutes later, a mercedes pulled up to the curb. It was jet black with chrome accents and the darkest windows anyone had ever seen. Seras stepped forward and opened a door for Isi. The interior was extravagant to say the least. It was no doubt expensive beyond anyone's wildest imagination.

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[Isi Runasimi]

GOT MORE RECORDS THAN THE KGB
M.I.A.
THIRD WORLD DEMOCRACY

§ Isi mused the word "brolly" under her breath trying to figure out what a brolly was exactly. She pulled out her cell phone, blushing as it played the welcome message as she turned it on. Searching on the internet she typed in the word "brolly". It took a few moments to find the definition of the word since the first page that popped up was a wrestler. Isi felt herself going red about the face for it was a shortening of the word "umbrella".

"Yeah, yeah, okay."

§ Isi muttered, she hadn't heard the second thing Seras had spoken which was to ring for a car to come around. When she finally peaked her head up, she saw the car and stared at it. She felt a bit alarmed with the tinted windows. She held her breath, knowing that anyone inside could shoot out at Isi and she would be none the wiser. Had Isi not had Seras by her side and some random car pulled up as such ... Isi would have been ducking and shooting.

"Seras, whose car is this?."

[serasalcaste]

Seras smiled and continued to hold the door open for Isi. A moment later she decided it would be right for her to place the bags of hers in the trunk and she promptly did so. Upon returning to the lady's side, she could see the hesitation in her eyes to enter the vehicle.

"Oh, I'm sorry Miss. This is Mr. Smith's car. Well... he has a couple."

Seras fluffled her hair a bit and tried to make the situation a little less awkward. She only meant to help her master so she wouldn't get caught in the impending foul weather.

"He's really awfully nice, Miss. He gives me things just for being pretty! Honest!"

There was a bit of excitement in the girl's voice, but it soon was let to die out as she realized it wasn't right for her to carry emotions. It was rather apparent she spoke of this man highly, but didn't even know his true name as Mr. Smith was as common an alias as ever. However, being that he treated her nicely and gave her drugs for being "pretty" was something the deranged vampiress couldn't possibly give up.

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[Isi Runasimi]

GOT MORE RECORDS THAN THE KGB
M.I.A.
THIRD WORLD DEMOCRACY

§ Isi watched as Seras opened the door. Isi expected someone to be in the car and she was on guard, ready to jump out of the line of fire if someone inside had a gun. Because let's face it! The car was really nice. Isi wouldn't shoot with the window / door closed, she'd open it first! But it was empty. Isi watched as Seras popped the trunk and put the bag in it. She caught the license plate and mentally jotted it down.

"Smith, huh?"

§ Did Seras know that Smith was the John Doe of aliases? Probably not. Still, with the plate digits Isi would know who Mr. Smith was, later. Isi couldn't help but eye the driver. And where were they going? Isi would like to go back to her place but not if Mr. Smith's driver was going to have a record of Isi's home address. She supposed they could go to Seras hotel, The Palace, Isi hadn't been lately. Was the chicken Caesar still divine?

"The Palace, make it snappy!"

[serasalcaste]

Seras let her master into the car and proceeded to sit beside her as she promptly closed the door afterwards.

"Right away, Ma'am. To the Palace."

The driver was very courteous and gentle with his words, something surely most wouldn't expect from someone whom wouldn't dare even give out a more ingenious alias than 'Mr. Smith'. However, the certain dealer, along with everyone he hired, appeared to be not only legitimate, but sincere as well. Although, enjoying his women was something he had been partial towards, something Seras neglected to mention to Isi directly. It was the rejection from her master for having been used as a drug slut that frightened her most. She could recall back in their initial conversation in which she had mentioned being 'dandy' for people whom were interested and it seemed to have disgusted her to say the least. Thinking back, it greatly upset her but alas in the car she barely showed any emotion sans a smile.

"My flat is a mess, Miss Isi. Im heaps sorry. I promise I'll clean it as soon as we get there.... please don't be mad?"

There was a slight pause in her sentence, realizing that despite it being the Palace hotel, perhaps since her living there it wouldn't be that amazing of a place to Isi anymore. Even though she was renting one of the most expensive suites in the building, the girl felt horribly uncomfortable. She was almost certain Isi would somehow dissapprove. However, Seras wouldn't have the audacity to admit the suite itself was perfect. She barely stayed in it with wandering the city as much as she did. If Isi were to venture into the restroom, however, she would surely jump as it appeared as though someone had been killed. More than once in fact. No to mention the many used syringes that filled the wastebasket and the caps to them thrown about on the counter. There were scores of them undoubtedly.

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[Isi Runasimi]

GOT MORE RECORDS THAN THE KGB
M.I.A.
THIRD WORLD DEMOCRACY

§ Isi glanced around the car. She stared impatiently at the driver, never taking her eyes off of him. She glanced occasionally through the windows, making sure that the driver was going the right way. Who was the driver? Who did he work for? How much did he make? Did he do other things besides driving? - Leg breaking for example. Isi didn't trust him.

"I'm sure the maid can clean it."

§ Isi had no idea that there would be drugs in Seras' room. Anything illegal it was best to not have a maid clean ... unless you tipped them so that they were now filthy rich. But odds were, they'd still tell management. Isi would be heaps heaps happy to be in the Palace. She would order dinner, have some fine strawberries dipped into chocolate, have a nice glass of fine brandy.

[serasalcaste]

Seras looked inpatiently at Isi then quickly glanced away.

"They... they don't clean my room, Miss."

An apology nearly rolled off her tongue but she cut herself short. The girl simply began to watch passing traffic outside the tinted windows until they finally arrived at their destination. Braving oncoming cars, the girl swiftly hopped out of the opposing side of the limousine and went round to the other. She immediately opened the door for Isi and smiled as the boot popped open courtesy of the driver. After Isi stepped out Seras closed the door slowly and grabbed her bags out of the boot and approached the front window.

"Thank you dearly, Sir. Please tell Mr. Smith I said thankies?"

The driver tipped his hat in a very professional demeanor.

"Very well, M'lady. I imagine he will be contacting you shortly about the usual. Have a pleasant evening ladies."

With that said, the gentleman was off and Seras turned to her master. She wore a bright smile on her pretty face.

"Shall we go up, Miss?"

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[Isi Runasimi]

GOT MORE RECORDS THAN THE KGB
M.I.A.
THIRD WORLD DEMOCRACY

§ Isi stepped out of the car when Seras opened the door. But Isi would have opened the door for herself, honestly! Seras had just been too quick. Had Isi been paying more attention she would have realized that Seras was mighty quick. Still, while out of the mercedes, Isi's mind began to wander, though she was appearing quite un observant as one could be. If a Mr. Smith thought he could come and take Seras from her....! Isi would intercept the phone call, send a text message back, and perhaps, if things went lovely, kill the Mr. Smith. Seras belonged to Isi. She would kill to keep her.

"Yes, we shall."

§ Isi responded right on cue when it was her turn to speak. There was no such lacking or hesitation, Isi was now on top of her game! The entrance to the Palace was quite busy, still, men in black and gold uniforms tipped their hats to each of the ladies. God, Isi loved the Palace, though she never had the guts to stay herself.

[serasalcaste]

The petite vampire made her way through the lobby at her master's side, her bags in her grip tightly. Only seconds after entering the building, two young men approached the ladies, both wearing bright smiles. The one looked aside towards Seras and tipped his hat. He appeared to be an acquaintance of hers.

"Miss Alcaste, welcome back! Its a pleasure to see you again this evening. May I take your bags for you? "

His voice had been very pleasant and his friendly gestures were just below over the top. However, Seras only smiled and fixed her bangs.

"Its -kay, Sir. These are M'lady's things. I have to carry them myself. Thankies."

Seras briefly sat one of her bags down in order to get to her purse. She then put a 20 dollar tip in his breast pocket and patted it lightly with a smile. In truth, she felt terrible for not having the usual 50 that she tipped employees of the Palace, but alas he hadn't done anything after all to merit a tip sans be polite. Afterwards, the two men nodded almost in unison and promptly left their company, but not before fetching the elevator for them. With a pleasant chime, the mirrored doors opened to a rather extravagant elevator.

"After you, Miss Isi."

Seras took a slight step back with a smile, allowing her master to enter first. While the two rode up to the third floor, the elevator was quiet. Seras didn't even put her bags down, despite the 3 pairs of boots growing much heavier by the minute. She tried not to think of it.

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[Isi Runasimi]

GOT MORE RECORDS THAN THE KGB
M.I.A.
THIRD WORLD DEMOCRACY

§ Isi stepped into the elevator, not sure what floor Seras was on. Why hadn't Isi stayed at the Palace before? She couldn't really fathom a guess. But she was enjoying the attention, even if the two men in uniforms were vultures. Seras had been reasonably nice to tip one of the men twenty dollars for doing absolutely nothing. And people complained they weren't paid enough? Twenty dollars for pressing the doors to an elevator. Oh how hard work!

"They're like vultures."

§ She muttered it more to herself, but Seras had to have been deaf to not hear. The music in the elevator was interesting. It felt air conditioned also. The best for the Palace guests. Now Isi remembered why she would never stay. Too much security. Too much face recognition. They were like pariahs! Popping out of no where ... etc ... Isi stepped out of the hallway and followed Seras to her room. Isi spoke kindly to Seras:

"I can hold them while you open the door."

[serasalcaste]

Seras stepped out of the elevator after Isi, looking back casually to make certain she hadn't left anything of her master's behind, even though she hadn't once let the bags down. She had shaken her head lightly at Isi's offer. Who would have thought she would be so kind as to hold her own things? Nonsense! It was Seras' job to do that anyhow.

The vampiress smiled and stopped before a suite, one of only two on the entire floor. It was a rather expensive extended stay room, filled with nearly anything one could wish for, anything else being able to be brought in by oh so courteous staff. She fumbled for her keys and took them out of her purse with such dexterity it was evident this girl was quite the shopper.

"After you, Miss Isi." Seras held the door open for the lady, it opening up to a luxurious suite. Either the hotel staff was brilliant indeed, or it appeared as though she hadn't spent barely any time at all in the area. Nothing was even remotely disturbed. However, she had mentioned the staff never sets foot in her suite to clean, so surely Seras must spend a lot of her time elsewhere. It grew evident she was out and about, perhaps getting raped, quite often.

"Please, stay as long as you like, kay?" Seras said with a bubbly and eccentric attitude. "Are you hungry maybe? We can have them bring you some supper."

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[Isi Runasimi]

GOT MORE RECORDS THAN THE KGB
M.I.A.
THIRD WORLD DEMOCRACY

§ Isi entered the room and took a look around. The room was glorious! It was heaps better than any of Isi's rooms in her mini-mansion. Of course maybe if she spent more time in her home than just sleeping in it, she might be fancied to remodel her rooms to look like the Palace. But then of course that would involve people working on her home and ...

"That sounds ... great."

§ Isi headed off towards the bed which was neatly made. There were bars of chocolate near the pillows. Mint chocolate. Isi inspected the wrapper of the chocolate, she was checking for any holes or needle marks, any looks of foul play actually. Isi unwrapped the bar of chocolate, not finding any on the outside, she looked at the chocolate itself. After deeming it error free she bit it in half, picking up the phone in the process.

"Roomservice. I want a large meat lovers pizza, extra sauce, less cheese. A Caesar salad, no chicken, extra croutons, extra dressing. A platter of ribs. Onion rings and extra dipping sauce, Lasagna and mashed potatoes. Want anything?"

§ That was a hell of a lot of food, but Seras offered ... and it was the Palace! Isi wanted to sample their foods. At the mention of food Isi realized how hungry she was. What had she had earlier? It was probably something light like a bagel loaded with strawberry cream cheese. Enough to keep her moving without being weighted down. She practically drooled at the thought of ribs and onion rings.