Friendship or Rivalry?

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Ana walked out of the black car and inspected her surroundings as her latest boyfriend's employee's load her luggage into the trunk. She packed last night and her boyfriend picked her up the same night, leaving her luggage to be packed in the next morning.
"I'm going to work around for abit."She said in Drachman. Without waiting for his answer, Anastasiya simply grabbed her purse and started walking into the streets of Central.
She wore a black dress,, that had a huge cut on the side that revealed her long legs and also showed off her half bared large breasts, a back choker around her neck and black stilleto shoes. The only thing that wasn't black was her snow white hair, pale skin and red eyes and lips. With the click of her heels, all men looked at her with lust and any women who glanced at her looked at her with envy. Anastasiya simply yawned and shrugged off the stares.
Then, she stopped infront of a shop window and saw the most delicious looking red dress. It was elegant yet subtle. Anastasiya looked at the pricetag and saw that she could buy it in a few minutes. It wasn't that expensive...

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The day was like any other day for Vanity. Shopping, shopping, and more shopping. It was a personal goal of hers to look the best in central, and boy did she fit those shoes well! Her blonde locks fell past her bare sun kissed shoulders, flowing gentle in the wind breeze whenever she walks. The girl wore a tight fitting, strapless white gown that flaunted her figure elegantly and a pair of black pumps.
One her way from a little flower shop, Vanity's eye was caught by a beautiful red dress in the window of a small shop. Little did she know, moments after, a fellow lady would be gleaming over the same dress. However, by that time, Vanity was already in the shop waiting for someone inside to remove the dress from the display window. She hums a small tune to herself as she constantly checks herself out in a mirror over the cash registar.
"Ah, here we go..." The man states as he pulls the dress of the display figure and heads around the corner to hand it to the interested shopper.

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Anastasiya went inside the store when she saw that the dress was being taken to another interested shopper. She showed in her face some disappointment but that doesn't mean she is going to give up on it.
"Excuse me sire, is there another dress like that?" She asked politely in Amestrian. The man said this one was the only one left and it just made Anastasiya get what she wants. She always gets what she wants, even if it is man or object.
She glanced at the woman that the sales assistant was heading towards to and something just...gave her an odd feeling but couldn't decipher what it was. Then again, she never had interest in women and thus whatever she does not concern her.
"I'll buy it here and know. Besides, don't you think the little lady has done enough shopping?" She said in a low seductive voice. The man looked right into her eyes and became enthralled by her. He then muttered about how the other customer wants to see it but Anastasiya simply took the dress from him and winked.
"Thank you very much kind sir." Anastasiya said with a smile and sent a little victory wink at the other shopper.

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Vanity hadn't taken any interest in the fact that someone else had come into the small sales shop. She was busy, lost away in her own image. 'Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, whose the fairest of them all?' Vanity mumers to herself as she fixes her hair in the mirror. It wasn't long until she couldn't resist the urge to evesdrop on the conversation while she waited for her dress. To her surprise, the other lady was seducing the man into giving her the dress. How?

"Excuse me?" Vanity turns to look at the employee and the other lady. "I believe I had asked to see the dress first..." Vanity demands in a low tone as the seductive lady winks in her general direction. For some reason, there was something that made her upset. Sure, it was just a dress, but to Vanity it was about respect. To her, she wanted respect by everyone. Everyone to know who she was, and to be the brightest star in the sky. "I believe I have the right to try the dress on first.." Vanity walks briskly over to the other girl, and quickly attempts to snatch it out of her hands.

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Anastasiya whisked the dress out of the girl's reach and gave her a mocking look, though her red eyes illuminated by the sunlight gave her a menancing edge. She simply handed the cashier her credit card and bought it without a second thought.
"It's not about seeing, its about touch. First girl who touches the dress wins." She said with an air of victory. The sales assistant and accountant were probably shocked at the behvaiour of these two grown women but to Anastasiya, shopping like this usually turns to war...Like meat sales in the supermarket. Like she hasn't been to one.
"If you want it you can buy it from me or you have to grab it ouf of my cold, dead hands." Anastasiya said.. Though she had a feeling that she wasn't supposed to say that. But she has all the poison and daggers she needs....Anastasiya waited for the girl's answer, carrying the shopping bag that contained the dress, protectively aroudn her arm...

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Vanity kept her cool as she stood there listening to the nonsense the other women was saying about 'being the first to touch it' and so on. Her eyes quickly roll once in the direction of the sales associate who was just standing there not doing a thing. Pointless. He should die for not doing a single thing. There was a war raging inside of her mind, and she was about a moment away from exploding at the other girl. However, being the woman she was, it was better not to mess with someone not significant.
"Tch, fine." Vanity mumbles to herself before turning to walk away from the immature young lady. Click by click, Vanity steps towards the exit. Just before she swung the door open, she looks back and glares daringly into the other girls eyes. "You know, you actually need that dress more than I do. It will help you look slimmer." With those icy words, Vanity pushes the door open and steps back out into the crowd of people. Part of her wanted to look back once more to see the young lady's reaction, but the other just wanted to forget and move on. If she hadn't, she might of killed that woman instantly.

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Anastasiya suddenly wanted to hurt this woman badly and so took out her stillteto dagger and threw it at the woman, aiming to land right beside her pretty face. She smile coldly and gave a small haughty laugh.
"I beg pardon, my hand slipped. You know, you should really wear some pads; it'll make your breasts not so....flat." She said with a smile, waiting for the woman''s reaction. The store clerks looked on with shock and surprse, knowing the tension inside the shop would be abit....well tense?
To avoid making an incoming mess, Anastasiya walked outside, out of the shop, brushing past the other woman as she went.
"The only thing nice about you though is your pretty face but I wonder how long that is going to last." Anastasiya said, practically egging her on to do something about the insults. She had a lot of knives and poison but to kill her? Not going to happen. Not over one red dress.

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Alena was heading out of the small shop, when a throwing knife skids past her face, barely missing her. The threat didn't bother her one bit, she turns around and pulls out her own throwing knife from underneath her skit. There was a part of her that wanted to rip this young girls hair off, and make her completely unattractive. Almost like animal instincts. Lionesses hunting for prey, and defending their territory. "Excuse me? I don't care about being a pornstar hun, it's about sophistication not being a tramp like you." The woman grips her poisonous throwing knife every so tightly, awaiting the woman's attack. However, when the other women just 'pushes' past Alena, she couldn't help put slide out her ankle to trip the young girl with rather large breast.

"Oh, excuse me. I couldn't see your feet with those balloons dangling around..." The blonde girl snickers to herself casually before taking a couple steps backwards and winking at the other. "Now please, let's leave it at this, and move on."

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Anastasiya saw the knive and judging by it's scent, it was poisoned. Both knive user and posioner huh? Guess they do have something in common. She predicted the trip and simply recovered by doing an almost acrobatic back flip, the click of her heels making a satisfactory sound on the ground.
"You should really learn how to use the right moves, you flat board." She said with a scoff and started to walk away. Anastasiya remembered the quarrels and bitch fights she had before; back when she was forced into prostitution and now as a Drachman militant. But this woman was different; somehow she wasn't ordinary but Anastasiya couldn't see how and why..She turned and gave the woman a smile.
"Anastasiya Ilona Romanov by the way. Nice to go shopping with you, I hope to go with you again. Or are you still shopping?"

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In her mind, Alena wanted to laugh so hard right about now. However, that wouldn't be the proper thing to do, especially since the woman was introducing herself. This girl was full of spunk, something she hadn't seen in quite sometime. The wind picks up lightly, brushing through the city streets. Fallen leaves rustle around the bottom of stairs as the girls stood there staring at each other. Finally, Alena gives a genuine smile and nods her head once.

"Well Anastasiya, I'm Alena. Nice to meet you." She quickly gives the girl a wink and begins walking down the sidewalk once again. "Yes, I'm still shopping. Would you care to join me?" Alena sincerely ask while looking back over her shoulder to see if the other girl was willing to join her! "I don't bite literally, only in words..." Alena admit before chuckling casually to herself

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Anastasiya started to walk down the side walk with Alena, wondering how long has it been since she been in the company of another woman. She never had any "girlfriends"; someone to gossip nonsense to. Anastasiya always thought she didn't need one. But this should be interesting.
"Of course I would join! I never shopped with another woman."She said in a genuine smile. Anastasiya started to list out what she need to buy: new jackets, new boots, googles..Anything that can help her brave out the cold in Briggs. And pick up her tailored uniform in...30 minutes..
"I'm shopping for new clothes for up north, what are you shopping for?"The woman asked, looking into the Alena's eyes with her blood red eyes. Her stare was almost piercing yet gentle, as if she was looking into her soul...Or maybe the sunlight gave the sinister red to her eyes...Who knows?

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Alena listens carefully to the words her new friend, Anastasiya, was saying. It was clear up North meant Briggs, which could provide to be very useful in the future. As she walks down the street market, peering into all the windows that they walked by, Alena carried her shopping begs flowingly at her sides. "Well, I'm not really shopping for anything in particular, just kinda seeing what's out there!" Alena faintly laughs to herself, being the typical girly girl she was.

That moment soon vanishes as she looks back over at her friend with sincere and curious eyes. "Ana, up North... Are you referring to Briggs?" Alena honestly questions while staring at the side walk as they girls kept walking. Step by step she went, connecting different pieces of the puzzle together about all different situations that have happened in the past few days. "I've never met anyone who works at Briggs before." Which was true, and it was something she'd always hope for.

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"I just got a position in Briggs as their Head of Political Affairs you see." She said. This girl was seeking something but Anastasiya did not know what exactly. Whatever information she seeks, she does not have it. Anastasiya then walked inside a tailorshop, gesturing Alena to follow.
"Oh Miss Romanov! The order you requested is ready!" The tailer said when he caught sight of Anastasiya. The tailor then showed her Amestrian Uniform that was in a mannequin; it was designed differently from other uniform. In fact it was more elegant and much more refined.
"Thank you, you did marvellously." Anastasiya said, handing him her credit card. She looked around the shop and started to pick out what she needed; leather jackets, leather boots, leather pants, a fur coat here and there and then, piled them into the counter. Her shopping was nearly done.
"If there is something else you want dearie, I'm willing to pay for it." Anastasiya said with a smile. A kind, sweet smile.

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