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Post by Charlotte Monroe on Dec 6, 2008 23:31:17 GMT -5
"Not at all." she said then her lips pursed to the side, " Comparatively if you're willing to go up against Sam then you can more than handle yourself, you don't have to even think about me." she said with a shrug, " Although if you try to protect the doe eyed princess we might have a few words." then she sighed, " I sound real brave don't I?" her lashes fluttered to her cheek as she shook her head, " Oh I'm talking big...but actually doing anything against Sam...it almost seems like Suicide."
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Post by Dorian Knight on Dec 21, 2008 1:40:33 GMT -5
She was cetifiably insane... Dorian believed what they all said about her. She was bouncing back and forth between wanting revenge and telling him how dangerous Sam was.
"Honestly, Charlotte... she's just a girl. I can handle her."
He wasn't trying to insult Sam, but honestly. She was just a girl like any other girl in the school. "What did she do to you, Charlotte?"
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Post by Charlotte Monroe on Dec 21, 2008 7:00:58 GMT -5
Charlotte's smile was a little sad. " What didn't she do?" she asked but was no longer looking at Ryan. Charlotte was not insane, she was pushed, past her own breaking point and into what someone would call desperate. If there was a reason for why she was the way she was it would be Samantha. She shivered, it was a natural reaction where the girl was concerned.
"I was her best friend Ryan." she said her gut twisting, " I was a naive little fool." she bit out her eyes narrowing in self derision.
"She targeted me because ..." she shrugged, " I was popular at Beauxbatons. And I...I befriended her because she was new, and she seemed so downright lost. You can get into a lot of trouble at a school like Beauxbatons believe it or not... it's in France...and well you've heard the rumors about Frenchmen anyway if not you just have to look at Rystain to know that they're...persuasive. My mother asked that I help Samantha get off to a good start and I agreed. I was young enough not to be so jaded by the system of politics that school was. I was simple enough to believe that I was just making a new friend."
She pinched the bridge of her nose as old memories stirred painful feelings, " You're not going to believe a word out of my mouth... all of the warnings, none of it until she puts you through hell. By then it will be too late. I certainly wasn't wise enough to stop her. She was my best friend and she destroyed me Ryan." she said with crystal clarity trying to impress to him how serious she was.
" I know what people here think of me." she almost hissed and looked away then got up off the bed, "I'm not crazy." she bit out, " And there's not a thing that I've done, to anyone, that's half as bad as what Samantha has done to me, and to others."
She turned back to face him, " Just a girl? And Machiavelli was just a man. Well that ..girl, is ten times worse than any man ever thought to be a strategist and if it wasn't for her everything would be different." she clenched her jaw. Ryan had got her going and if there was one thing that could get her going, get her to show true emotions, then it would be Samantha Montgomery. "My life...would be so different." she almost whispered, "I thought I could stop looking back...stop the nightmare that was my life before leaving Beauxbatons...and just put it all behind me. I thought I could come here and start over, and be...well the crazy one..." she faintly smiled, " who would even try to hurt me...take advantage of me...if I was dangerous enough to have those whispers about my name? It's all one big joke, but nobody was laughing. People were afraid, and in this snake pit fear is better than being afraid. But now she's back...she's here, and she's twisting everything about just like she did back then, and she knows..." Charlotte sighed, " She knows I'm nothing to be afraid of... and I can almost hear her laughter."
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Post by Dorian Knight on Dec 23, 2008 19:18:13 GMT -5
Ryan leaned forward, not convinced at all that she wasn't crazy.
"You're giving her far too much credit. She's fifteen. What did she do to you, Chrlotte?" Until he got a story, he wasn't changing his mind. Honestly, what could Sam do?
(So short... sorry!)
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Post by Charlotte Monroe on Dec 25, 2008 16:34:10 GMT -5
"She was thirteen." Charlotte corrected, "I'm sure in the past two years she's honed her evilness to an art."
Sighing she sat down a bit farther away from Ryan, he was losing her, and she was getting so coiled in her own emotions that she was becoming the crazy person some people thought she was.
"Why should I tell you what she did to me? So you'll believe me? Stay away from her? I was just trying to warn you...I'm not sure why I was trying to warn you, perhaps that was it, perhaps I wanted your help in destroying her, but even if I did spill all my juicy little secrets out to you, reveal a deep dark history, why should I open myself up to that sort of torment? As far as I care people here can continue to think of me the way they do, and I don't have to do anything to convince you Samantha's not the innocent little creature you think she is, she'll do that all on her own."
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