Devil's Handshake (Dorian)

[Charlotte Monroe]

Charlotte wasn't really as psychotic as most people thought her to be. The pretense was mostly for self defense. Really she owed much of what she was today, to Samantha Montgomery, and if she lived in fear of the girl hurting her again so be it. She knew she'd never survive a second attack.

But beneath all that malice, every dirty trick she ever pulled, she was really simply Char, a quiet girl who preferred to read and be left alone. Unfortunately those aspirations didn't strike too high on her parent's checklist and so she socialized, she used all her talents to make herself popular, or at least feared, and she had learned these tricks from none other than Samantha Montgomery.

But now she didn't quite know what to do about the girl, how to handle the situation, the guys she knew didn't seem interested and really her faith in herself was somewhat low. Sighing she returned her attention to the book she had been reading. The common room was deserted so she felt safe enough breaking the image of psychotic bit-cah. That was until a human shaped shadow appeared over her.

[Dorian Knight]

It wasn't that he meant to loom over her. Ryan just came into the common room from the dorms upstairs, trying to find a book he left down here under the pretense of doing homework, and now it disappeared. As it turned out, it was on the little end table next to Charlotte.

He leaned over her, grabbing his book and ready to apologize if she would just look up, but found that he didn't need to. "I never took you for much of a reader, Charlotte," he commented, stepping back after he had his book. "More of the maniacal plotting, less reading."

[Charlotte Monroe]

"Simply goes to show you shouldn't judge a book by it's cover." she said, although she was annoyed, she didn't like that he had startled her, and her book reading she tended to keep a secret, along with her other more human attributes. Covering her surprise and vulnerability with a snarl she leaned away from him, and at least tried to hide the title of her book which happened to be Little Women.

Her eyes darted to the book he'd leaned over her to get, but she paid it little interest. Her composure regained she slipped a smile and a new attitude on to her frame as if it were a second skin, "How goes your own plotting with the little champion?"