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Shula, upon entering the store, was engulfed by the smell of what had to be burning plastic. Having never entered an electronics store she assumed this smell to be normal, given the amount of electronic devices in use. Seeing no smoke also helped to indicate it was not in fact on fire. Given the quality of most of the premade machines however, she would not have been surprised to find the whole place aflame.

This is why I do not come to these places.

Spotting the television section (because using actual monitors was for chumps) Shula strode briskly towards it before a man wearing the most horrendously coloured shirt cut her off. "Can I help you miss?" Oh, he clearly was an employee, so the crime against good taste he was wearing was clearly a uniform. Shula decided to let him live given the location. If she was hones with herself she really had no choice, but she had to feel in control.

"I'm looking to buy three fifty inch LED Televisions, I would request that you show me only your finest quality items, as I am not a fool a will not be treated as such." Shula was not happyface at the man, whose own smile seemed to falter momentarily. "Of course Ma'am, right this way."

As he walked away, Shula feeling rather unhappy about being led away like a dog, she noticed the man give a suspicious glance toward a series of shelves. Following his gaze her eyes fell upon a woman in what looked to be Muslim garb. This made her anger with the insignificant man she was being served by at least double. Intolerant fool. Closer inspection however revealed that perhaps his intolerance was not of fait, but of genes, the woman appeared to have completely black eyes.

This scumbag should be put to death.

Positively seething with rage Shula suppressed the urge to kill the man then and there once more as he very obviously attempted to avoid the woman as much as possible in his route, however Shula kept walking along the same path they had initially started upon, as she could already see where the intolerant shop clerk was taking her. She passed within a metre of the other mutant, who appeared to be browsing the shelves, as if to make a very clear point to the rat bag attending to her.

Arriving at the audio visual section a good five seconds ahead of the man serving her Shula waited for him to turn up. When he did, he indicated to the television not three from where she stood. "That is our highest quality set with the specifications you gave Ma'am" Shula fixed the man with her best feigned smile, letting the rage show in her eyes (which she was well practised at) "Thank you, that will be all the assistance I require from you."

Awesome character, Can't wait to RP with you

Human interaction was something Shula Nasser was more than happy to avoid. Hell, mutant interaction made her unhappy at the best of times, although that did depend largely on the mutant. Thus she spent most of her time alone, or at work, preferably both. It would seem very odd indeed then, to find her at a mall. However that was where she was that lovely spring day. Lovely being a very subjective term, however the weatherman had insisted. The reason for this little excursion was the lack of internet she was currently experiencing, which would turn into a fatal lack of internet if the team the company had sent to fix the issue weren't done by the time she got home. Shula certainly did not enjoy shopping in person, nor did she enjoy shopping in these crappy low end retailers. It was, however, necessary, for the time being. Not to mention the impressive price difference on the exact same products. It struck her momentarily that perhaps it was a better way to get some things, before realising that she made several million dollars a year and it really, REALLY didn't matter.

Such a dreadful place, full of humans, and mutants who see fit to tolerate that sort of scum.

It was certainly crowded in the mall, but Shula knew where to go, if she could only find it. An electronics store. She wished to upgrade her home computer system. More accurately, her monitors, although she recognised her system had been outdated the moment she had bought the parts, but as of a month ago they were the top tier in computer technology. She hardly used the power it offered however, with so little time to spare. There had been a huge surge in contracts lately which was making her job just that much harder, and video games paled in comparison to real life. Shula was thinking for this particular upgrade to finally have a multi screen system. She though three fifty inch screens would suffice. Shula had considered 3D but she disliked the glasses, not to mention how little use someone like her had for 3D. Perhaps she would pick up a computer game to see what the fuss was about while she was doing all this computer experimentation.

Ah, that appears to be an electronics store.

Nothing more? I doubt that, does she take me for an idiot?

Shula would have expressed this sentiment had it not been for the fact she value her job, and losing such a large client with questions for no other reason than to prove herself right would likely get even Shula fired, and she was all but immune to that particular nasty part of having a job. So she simply waited, silent until Ms Faust spoke again. This time a joke at her expense. Well, it would have to slide by, that particular one. However she would rather be perceived as having no sense of humour than not paying attention, and so quickly answered the question posed in the joking tone. She replied fully seriously of course.

I'll like to regret meeting this woman I'm sure.

"I assure you Ms Faust had the economy come to such a condition we would simply have capitalised on further markets already more easily linked to our company. I myself however happen to understand that it can be difficult to grasp new power, just like suddenly being thrust into a leading role of a large company, sometimes, one can't fully control their newfound abilities." She put it as diplomatically as possible. She got the feeling that the woman before her, Faust, much like herself, was not a woman to be trifled with. After all, those who wasted Ms Nasser's time tended to end up encased in glass, who knew what Faust could potentially do.

I'm not sure I like her. Not at all sure.

Ah, he had a way with words, a way to make her ego ever so slightly larger, which was a task, as, given physical dimensions, her outward persona's (who she occasionally fooled herself into believing was who she actually was, not the insecure, distrustful person she was) ego would have easily dwarfed Manhattan. She smiled in way of thanks.

Ah, even opens my door to get out, who's a good puppy.

Shula, who felt in a good mood, decided not to bankrupt Ashton. After all, he seemed nice enough, even if he did seem to be acting a little too perfectly, almost as if he knew exactly what to say and when. Regardless, she would tolerate him, though he did seem to be more than tolerable. He currently had a very good chance of a second date. Not many men made it that far. "Ravioli di Portobello sound's wonderful." She would allow him to pick drinks, check his taste.

Shula Nasser has been without signature for too long. I believe it to be time to change that, and I know no more talented group than MROers. Uuuh, information that could help, Shula finds it fun to ruin people's lives, she likes her power, she's in general kind of evil, and she hates all those who are inferior or incompetent. Her power is to produce molten glass and manipulate it once it is produced, and her hobby is to glass coat entire alleys. Further info can be found in her profile.. Cote de Pablo is her avatar, and a few pics (did what i could with resolution)...

Picture the first

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and another

yup, even more

Only a couple left

Starting to wish I'd just given the urls

Finally

If you see others you wanna use, go ahead, these are just some I thought were alright.

Two rings was the standard for answering a bussiness phone. Shula wasn't used to her phone ringing however, most people saw her personaly if they had to, and her secretary took most of her calls for her when they did come in. Shula knew that it was a client that spent a lot, and often. Usually, those were insurance companies, and on occassion large bussinesses. Her secretary buzzed in on the intercom with all the information she needed. Shula picked up the phone. "Ms. Faust, this is Shula Nasser, COO of APCI, how can we help you?"

Finally, someone intelligent to speak to.

So it was that Shula Nasser was on her way to a neighbourhood recently struck by mutant terrorists. One house completely demolished. Her briefcase held a contract, the usual one for Ms. Faust's calls, slightly re-worked for the abnormal time constraints. The contract, as usual, was roughly forty pages long, detailing everything about anything APCI had to do with Ms. Faust's company. Confidentiality was, of course, top priority. Shula stepped out of the company car, the driver proceeding to drive away in the black mercedes, likely the company didn't trust the neighbourhood, although it seemed perfetly safe. Briefcase in hand Shula approached what looked to be another company car. It was almost always a correct assumption, and whenever it was not, Shula was corrected before she made it there.

Let this be fast, Faust.

((ooc. any changes needed just PM me ))