My name is Cecile, and I'm sixteen years old. I already thought my life was odd, what with my parents having moved halfway across the country for their new job and leaving me in the care of my older sister... but then my best friend went and had a book shipped to my house that ended up giving me superpowers.
In order to try and help Charlotte calm down after everything that's been happening, I've (with Gabrielle's help) managed to drag her out of the hotel for the day. Things have been going pretty well so far, too- Charlotte traumatized some little brats who totally deserved it, we won a couple of keychains in a shooting game, and I won a home-cooked meal from her through my prowess at bumper cars... but now one of the little animal torturer kids has just sicced his mother on Charlotte.
>"See, it's the lady in the black-and-white dress!" a kid shouts, dragging a woman who I'm assuming is his mother towards us. "That's the witch we saw at the river!" >"She pulled on my arm and said that she was gonna eat my liver!" he cries.
>Oh God damn it. Charlotte simply folds her arms over her chest as the little sociopath boy and his middle-aged mother stop in front of her. It doesn't even seem like she cares one bit that she's being called out like this.
"Excuse me," the woman says, her words filled with that kind of passive-aggressive anger that I can't say is unexpected, "my son informs me that you -accosted- him while he and his cousin were playing by the river." "Her owl stole Bobby's hat and threw it in the river too!" the boy cries.
And then he immediately hides behind his mother when Charlotte glances at him.
"I can't say that I've seen anyone else out here today dressed in a way that could be confused with yours," the woman says, "so-" "Wait a minute," I say, pointing at the boy behind her. "Aren't you one of those kids who wanted to torture animals?" "My son was just PLAYING in the mid," she replies, glaring at me with utter disdain. "And since I don't recall him saying anything about a second girl involved in this, I would appreciate it if you would butt out."
>ooh, it's on now >I will defer to the charlotte
Jaxon Harris
>>ooh, it's on now So throwing rocks at animals is playing? So stoning people to death is playing? Good to know.
Julian Barnes
>>ooh, it's on now
Jack Hall
>ooh, it's on now
Isaiah Barnes
>ooh, it's on now
Jacob Diaz
Please bear with me today, as my stupid connection seems to be on the fritz.
Gifting a couple of Steam codes in honor of mai waifu's birthday:
Human Resource Machine: QDCN0-DEDEM-LZE9J
A Boy and his Blob: 6Z8PH-L7WRL-DFF4L
>writing
Evan Hernandez
Noice.
Keep up the good work arch. I rarely get to read the threads live because they start at 11 at night, but it's still nice to see things are still going strong.
Lucas Anderson
this thing
not even a weed
overfed swine
it does not know its place
garbage which produces garbage
Nope. No profanity, no violence, none of that. I'm on a happy date with my girlfriend and I'm going to defend her without causing a further scene and making things even worse than they already are.
Even though I'd love to slap her right in her stupid fat face for not raising her kids right.
"For your information," I say, adjusting my glasses so that the reflected light from the sun (possibly boosted with some of my own) shines right into her eyes, "I was right there at the riverbed when everything went down. So unlike you, I have a first-hand account of what happened."
The way her face is bunching up into an ugly sneer would suggest that she doesn't appreciate my attitude. Good thing for me that I don't really care.
>[1/?]
Anthony Sanchez
>[2/2]
"And if your son's idea of 'playing' is to crush wild animals with rocks and beat them to death with sticks then maybe YOU should've taught him better," I say, looking the angry mother dead in the eye. "What gives you the right to judge-" she stammers. "my son would NEVER-" "He did," I cut her off, "and he's lucky that he got off with just having his arm grabbed as opposed to having the cops called on him for animal cruelty." "So you ADMIT that she laid her hands on my son!?" the woman growls while pointing at Charlotte. "I don't see any marks on him," Charlotte replies with her face devoid of expression. "Do you?"
>keep her attention on myself >put the attention on the kid >let the charlotte speak for now >[OTHER]
