<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-family: baseballscript;"><span style="color: purple">Kyrie</span></span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple"><br/>Kyrie now stood in her kitchen semi clothed it was her home she could prance around in her birthday suit if she wanted. But no she stood tea cup in hand looking over her items from her morning purchase she hadn't got to look over them again since she had needed to  open her small antique shop. She had spent her day like any other she walked around dusting and organizing and when by chance a bell rang for a customer she helped them the best of her ability, mostly by emptying there pockets and handing them an item. She laughed in her head of such a rude way to say that, her hand caressed the small jewelry box it was warm to the touch almost as if it purred from her touch. Her hand moved away quickly from the small box, Kyrie shook her head her small blond tendrils flowing down her face. It had to be her imagination, yup that's what she chop up too she decided. Placing her tea down her small frame held by the large antique chair she grabbed the small box gently polishing it till she thought it shined perfectly. Kyrie gently bit her lip as she eyed the small lock <span style="font-style: italic">"wonder if I can finally get it open this time"</span> she thought as her finger gently touched the small clasp. And with one small flick it opened with ease "Well that was easy" she said out loud amused by the ease, till a purple smoke began till fill the air "What the hell?" she said cursing. </span></div>