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The Entrance to the Super Secret Skywalker Diamond Mine [evening]

Ben really wished he had a cigarette, even if it wouldn't stay lit under the rain cloud that seemed to have followed him around for most of the day.

It had certain been a busy day, with seeing Ender, catching up with Seifer and totally doing Things with Tony's ex...granted, there had been an exchange of goods for, ahem, services rendered (and not that many services, but NO ONE NEEDED TO KNOW THAT), but that was hardly the point!

The point was the love of his life was trying ties for his wedding TOMORROW!

Ben pulled out a bottle of Everclear--the drink of PAIN--and stared broodily into the distance.

[OOC: Expecting one but open!]

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Karla was fleeing, fleeing as she'd never run before. Even though she had just fled into the church not so long ago, after the commercial break--and the other cut scenes--she was running again.

Somehow, that dark figure--the one from the nunnery, the one she was so desperately, desperately afraid of--had found her again. And so she ran, ran a way that seemed oddly familiar even though she'd never been here before, surely.

"Help me!" she cried out as she ran, praying to the Virgin to protect her, to have someone hear. "Please somebody help me!"

The shadow had had for himself a... lucrative evening, thus far. But there was work to be done. Always work to be done.

And this particular target was screaming. Beautiful, beautiful screams that sang in his mind and made him laugh out into the night.

But that laugh might as well have been the wind, and that shadow... that shadow was your eyes playing tricks on you. Just a motion blur applied too heavily as a camera panned along through the poorly lit night.

The poison-tipped blade that embedded itself in the sand beside the target's feet, however? That was very real.

The almost silent thrumm of a blade as it hit the sand was still audible to Karla's ears and she screamed again and ran faster. Up the hill, around this tree, faster faster faster!

"Whyyyy are you chasing me?" she screamed backwards over her shoulder.

"It's nothing personal," said the wind, snatching up the blade from the sand and streaking through the shadows again. His voice was nothing. Only your imagination.

If your imagination was a nightmare born out of several days without coffee.

"My client offered payment in Americano."

And who was he to turn down Americano?

"Client?" Karla made the fatal mistake of turning around to ask the wind. The camera panned onto a a slight root sticking up out of the ground. In a bit of particularly inspired and creative writing, Karla's foot hit the root and she stumbled and fell.

Somehow, even though physics would seem to dictate she fall on her face, Karla fell over backwards, bringing her hands up over her face.

"No!" She cried out. "Why would anyone want to hurt me? Please don't!"

"I don't ask why," crooned the shadow-wind-spectre of death that loomed in the darkness.

Loomingly.

"I don't care, so long as I get paid."

That was the blade of the poison-tipped knife, curiously feather-shaped, glinting in the moonlight.

Glinting.

Still glinting.

Close-up.

And then a close-up on Karla terrified face--or possibly confused, the actress wasn't very good--and on her improbably heaving bosom. "Please don't," she whispered. Her legs were splayed out, the tattered remains of her nun's habit split to show a generous amount of thigh. "Please! I'll do...anything..."

Her downcast and averted eyes and trembling, pouty lips, made it clear just what she was offering.

"STOP!" Ben bellowed, finally pulling himself out of his hipster ennui to give a damn about things like girls not being killed in front of the Skywalker mine where it could cause lawsuits.

"Oh, Skywalker," the voice of the shadow-wind-death-spectre-assassin said, mockingly, "I would so delight in taking you tonight, as well," interpret that however you will, "but there are other plans for you."

Glinting. Glinting. Dramatic glinting.

And then that blade, flying toward its target, a single black feather tied carefully to the hilt.

The shadow was gone, now, and the night itself seemed to be laughing. The Angel of Death had done his job and had slipped away into the darkness.

Karla gave a choked little noise and looked down. The top of her habit had been sliced open, only the conveniently hanging scrap of fabric preserving her nun's modesty. The edges of the cloth were stained bright red.

"I think...I think it grazed me," Karla said, before her eyes rolled upwards and she swooned.

Becomingly.

Ben blinked uncertainly--could he ogle a nun?--before realizing that the bleeding was probably important and he yanked off his shirt to tending to her wounds.

As you do.

Of course he could ogle the nun! Did he not see how carefully tattered her habit was? The costuming department had spent whole minutes getting it adjusted just so.

Karla came to with a handsome, shirtless man bending over her. "What...happened?" she asked in a breathy little voice, totally at odds with the exercise her chest was getting.

Honestly, there should be nothing wrong with her breath support.

"You were almost caught by the Angel of Death," Ben said, "one of the Starks' assassins. That's...never good."

"The...Starks?" Karla asked, gazing up at Ben's stunning profile. "Who are they? I am just an orphan, raised by nuns at a nunnery on the mainland before they were all brutally murdered in an attempt to get to me."

It was important that the people just tuning in were instantly caught up with her plotline.

"I can't imagine why anyone would send an assassin after a little...nobody like me."

Ben's eyes were drawn to her ~~heaving boobs~~ ring. "Maybe it's the diamond you wear."

Karla clutched the ring on her necklace and gasped. Because she was surprised you, see. "My diamond? What does that have to do with anything? I mean, sure, it was the one token my parents left me when they abandoned me at the nunnery and the Mother Superior was charged to never, ever let me lose it, but how could that possibly be important?"

"You can't tell that the diamond came from the mine right behind me?" Ben asked, glancing at the diamond casually.

Because you can tell things like that about diamonds, okay?!

"That's a Skywalker diamond. And we don't sell ones that big to people outside the family."

Karla looked from her diamond to the mine and back. "Mary, Mother of God!" she gasped--but it was okay because she was a nun. "It does come from there, doesn't it!"

You could tell it from the outside of the mine, in fact.

"But then...why would I have it?" she asked, Still Quite Shocked!

"Better question," Ben said as the music swelled dramatically, and he held his right hand out for the camera and the audience to see, "why does it match mine?"

Karla grasped at his hand, gaping at his ring. "You have one, too! And it matches mine!"

In case the audience had missed that revelation just a moment ago. "I don't understand! How could we have matching rings? I'm an orphan! Raised by nuns after my parents abandoned me at at the nunnery! This makes no sense at all!"

"When's your birthday?" Ben demanded.

There was no way Karla should have known that, what with being abandoned to a nunnery with only her ring to identify her.

And yet, the date she gave? Was the same as Ben's.

After a pause for a commercial break, the audience came back to a close-up on Ben's stunned face.

"You're my SISTER!"

Well done, Ben.

Karla gasped. Again!

"But...how?!"

Probably the usual way, Karla.

Oh, wait. A nunnery. Riiiiiight.

Ben was not going to explain that to her, thanks.

"I think the better question is why did they send you away?"

Beat.

"And who was trying to have you killed to keep the secret!"

Or something.

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"I can't believe it!" Karla declared. "The Mother Superior swore my parents had died! You mean she lied to me?"

People did that Karla. Especially in regards to Skywalkers and for lots of cash.

"You think this is why an assassin is after me? Why all the nuns I grew up with are dead?"

Tears sprang to her eyes. Possibly with a little help from a bottle of eyedrops while the camera was focused on Ben.

"Probably," Ben said philosophically. "It happens around Skywalkers a lot."

"But...why?" Karla asked. She was ignorant of what her family was REALLY like. "Why would people want to kill us?"

"We're rich and powerful," Ben replied.

And kind of shady.

"People are jealous."

"Rich? And powerful?" Karla asked, gasping once again. Really, between that and widening her eyes appropriately, the writers had no idea how to express shock and surprise. "In all my wildest dreams of suddenly not being an orphan any more, to find a family to love and cherish me forever more, I had never imagined this!"

About that love and cherish thing...

"You must come to the weddings tomorrow," Ben decided. "My--our cousin Jaina Solo is marrying Howard Stark. And some other people are getting married too."

His eyes showed Deep Sorrow.

That Deep Sorrow woke an anguish in Karla's own soul. The anguish of family!

"Who else?" she asked, reaching for his hand. "Something about your noble bearing makes me think that there's more!"

"An old boyfriend," Ben admitted as tinkly music the director mistakenly believed was wistful played in the background.

"You love him?" Karla asked, trying to look askance at the music. "What happened?"

What fool could possibly give up her beloved brother?

"Taiwanese hookers," Ben said before bursting into tears.

"Please, Ben, you mustn't cry!" Karla said, tears of sympathy welling up in her eyes, too, ~~because that bastard wasn't going to screw her out of an Emmy, dammit~~ so touched was she by her darling brother's plight. "Did he betray you with...women of the evening?!"

Gasp!

"Other way around," Ben sniffled. "But I didn't hire them! Stark set me up!"

"Who is Stark?" Karla demanded. "And why would he--or she!--do such a thing?!"

Though had Ben just kept it in his pants even in the face of Tawainese hookers...but that was a logical leap no one expected of the audience.

"He's the jerk Ender's marrying tomorrow," Ben said.

Karla gasped again. There should be a drinking game out of that. "That--that--that fiend! Did he truly set you up to steal the man you loved?"

"Yes!" Ben said as dramatic music played.

"Well...you must do something!" Karla said, leaping to her feet. What injury? "You mustn't let him win! Not when the love of your life is on the line!"

"I have a plan," Ben assured her.

Just as soon as the writers came up with one.

Karla had already decided she would go and talk to this Ender person. Surely he would understand just how wrong he was to marry another!

That couldn't go poorly at all!

"Now that you have found me," she said, suddenly remembering her wound and collapsing back to the ground, "what is going to happen to me?"

"We'll find you a place to stay," Ben decided. "Go to the hotel and charge the suite to the Skywalkers."

"Will...will I be safe?" Karla asked tentatively.

"Would you prefer it if I stayed with you?" Ben offered.

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