Laying Low in London//Shoe Shopping (Camille)

[Vega]

Fleeing Go City seemed the best option for now. Since her failed abduction of the mayor, Vega was stressed and wanted in the state. So, she did what any dolt with half a brain would: Get the hell away from the scene of the crime. She stowed away on the first plane she could catch and found herself in London, England. Well, at least she spoke the language.

A stolen identity later, Vega found herself spending someone else’s money in some of the finest shops in London under the non de plume of Mrs. Gemma Lowell, a 30 year old banker’s wife. Hey. No one said it was morally right, but God, it was soothing for the soul. Except, every time she shut her eyes, she saw Mervin’s face and the last, disappointed look he gave her. Haunted. That’s what she was.

And even the cutest shoes couldn’t exorcise his ghost. Not that he was dead. She’d left him alive, she’d left the whole blasted family alive. But she’d be back to fight another day.

But for now, she’d peruse the shelves of shoes… and maybe, just maybe, buy that pair of purple Manolo Blahniks. She reached for the shoes, eagerly…

[Camille Leon]

She needed a break. Or at least, that’s what Camille had thought nearly an hour ago when she’d fled the Fiske Manor in a rush. She’d been tired training; shopping had seemed like the best alternative at the time. It could easily cure anything… especially when the newest designs were coming out.

But, Camille had been in such a hurry to leave, she hadn’t realized that she’d left poor Debutante locked in her suite until just moments before. Her purse seemed strangely empty without the cat, but she wasn’t going back to get him. Not yet, anyways. She needed a bit of time too cool down, first. And, shopping for shoes seemed to be the perfect way to cool down.

This –as well as just wanting to spend money- was why Camille was wandering down the aisles and aisles of shoes, looking for just right pair. She wanted something cute to go with her newest dress… something that was…

Perfect! Just around the corner was a pair of Manolo Blahriks in a rather pretty shade of purple. Camille quickened her pace, arriving at the shoes within seconds. She hadn’t even noticed someone else was there until there was suddenly another hand upon the heels. A hand that wasn’t her hand…

A look of surprise crossed her face as she looked up to whoever had decided to take it upon them to steal her shoes. With an eyebrow raised, she scanned the woman over, her hand still placed firmly on one of the heels. ”Why are you touching my shoes?” She half stated and half asked… even though they weren’t technically her’s yet. But, they would be.

[Vega]

Vega raised an eyebrow at the newcomer. She'd nearly killed her ex-boyfriend for denying her what she wanted only hours ago. Anyone else-- who meant less to her-- would hardly go unscathed for the same offense. Vega scowled.

"Your shoes?" she echoed dully, picking up the other shoe with her free hand and turning it over, as though examining it. "Funny. You're name sure isn't on 'em."

She smirked, looking up from the shoe and looked over her newfound opponent. Blonde. Well dressed, if a little too show-offy for Vega's taste. And those hands were well manicured.

Wouldn't it be lovely just to rip off each and every one of those acryllic nails just for fun?

"Hate to break it to you, Barbie, but these babies are going home with me. And I am not in the mood for some spoiled brat to argue with me over 'em. Capisce?"

OOC: I run the gamut of villains. Drakken's spazzy. Monty's cool. Vega's.... being a sick twisted bitch over a pair of shoes. BIC:

[Camille Leon]

Camille was rather surprised by the reply that she’d received. She hadn’t expected the woman to agrue. She’d expected her to move out of the way, that way Camille could be on her way with the shoes. This was definitely something new.

”Funny, I don’t see your name on them, either.” Camille stated, with a particial glare. She picked up the heel that her hand was resting on, and skimmed it over, shaking her head as she did so. Looking back to the woman, Camille raised an eyebrow. ”Do you not realize who I am or something?”

Not that everyone did know… but, in Camille’s mind they should know. She was one of the most important people in Hollywood, after all! Or, at least, that’s what she thought. It was bad enough that she had to deal with Monkey Boy questioning her and boring her with his lectures… but now, she also had to deal with some random woman at a shoe boutique questioning her? What was this day coming to?

”Barbie?” Camille repeated, in pure shock, ”What are you… like five?” She paused, rolling her eyes as she scanned her over once more. Who did she think she was?”This shoes are coming with me. And, I’m not leaving here until I get them. So, why don't you save us both some time and just hand it over?”

ooc//
haha, nice. xD

[Vega]

“If you’d rather die than leave here without the shoes, I am sure I can arrange that.” Vega smirked.
Did she even care who this woman was? No. Did she have to say it slowly? Don’t. Screw. With. Me.

And just like that, Vega’s hands began to ache and sharp talons emerged from her finger tips. She took a step closer to the other woman and placed her hand threateningly as if she was going to grab her throat.

“Look. I have had… a lousy day. My boyfriend and I broke up—again. The house I’ve been living in burned down. And—oh—I’m wanted for assault, kidnap and attempt to murder,” Vega hissed softly. “So, if I was you, I would just hand. Over. The. Shoes. NOW.”

Her voice was barely above a whisper, but if looks could kill, Vega would have been a murderer. Maybe her actions were a bit extreme. Maybe. But-- for all technical purposes, Felicity Castro was dead and Vega didn't exist. She was Mrs. Gemma Lowell right now and Vega couldn't have cared less if the woman she was impersonating was a mother of three, happily married, and worked as a dental assistant. If Mrs. Gemma Lowell went to jail over a pair of shoes, so be it. Vega'd get out anyhow. She always did. She just couldn't stand it when people ruined even the simplest of her plans.