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Estylwen Charlie Forstwidth
When the cold in his mind hand become enough Charlie rose up from the hood of the beaten up and rusted pick up truck. And lowered himself onto the dead grass he inhaled held the breath in and walked to the left side of the old pick up truck and reached onto the seat, carefully. Exhaling Charlie entered reality again from his happy place and-now conscious once more-he slowly pulled his right arm and the papers out of the piece of shit he loved so much. After taking a few steps back and cracking his joints Charlie had read the notes. Each three pages were information on fellow students at the Wickedly Inclined. Internally Charlie sighed. [color=f49ac2]"MY school name's too fockin long for me to memorize. Now, what are my fellow Wickedly Inclined up to?"[/i] He said to all that could hear him just before he began to walk away and read the notes with every step he took back into Rhea.
"So, that's nineteen pages out of twenty-one." Charlie spoke quietly and tucked the notes inside of his jacket's inner pockets. As he was in a public place now he had to keep suspicion off of him, after all, he had been doing quite the bastard's dinner while the others here were becoming everso. Unforgettable. A few seconds passed before Charlie stopped to sit down and swing back a bottle of 'water'. (As the drink was just named 'water' Charlie had no idea what it was.) Oddly the 'water' didn't taste alcoholic yet it was rather bitter, thick, dark. It didn't feel like a drug Charlie continued to muse this was the second drink he purchased outside of home. He liked it after downing the remaining amount. It just felt...Pure yet demonic. Charlie checked his surroundings and removed the remaining two notes and look at them. The last of his 'spy-work' was illustrations of his classmates.
Now at the door where his target; Luigi Vile was he had enough data on the others to know that he'll have to talk, act, and react carefully. Yet he earnestly did want help from Mister Vile. Charlie almost laughed he bit down on his lip to stop himself, then licked the snake bites and then knocked on the door. "SUP? I'd like to speak-" all of a sudden Charlie felt the way he was speaking, and was disturbed. So, he tried again. His own voice was a fucking skeleton in his closet just now. "Hey, I'm Charlie Frostwidth. I gotta speak to Mister Vile about a wounded close pal a mine. I've got the fokin' money." At this attempt Charlie sounded clear, strong, full of self-defamation. Charlie reminded himself to be careful,cautious and to make himself come off as a young man worthy of his fellow students respect. Yet his shaky relationship with himself caused Charlie to create a new first impression. 'Luckily, or rather unluckily. None of them know me, or of my illicit hobbies. So, I gotta be in the fokin' clear. If not, haha. Then momentum anima."
When the cold in his mind hand become enough Charlie rose up from the hood of the beaten up and rusted pick up truck. And lowered himself onto the dead grass he inhaled held the breath in and walked to the left side of the old pick up truck and reached onto the seat, carefully. Exhaling Charlie entered reality again from his happy place and-now conscious once more-he slowly pulled his right arm and the papers out of the piece of shit he loved so much. After taking a few steps back and cracking his joints Charlie had read the notes. Each three pages were information on fellow students at the Wickedly Inclined. Internally Charlie sighed. [color=f49ac2]"MY school name's too fockin long for me to memorize. Now, what are my fellow Wickedly Inclined up to?"[/i] He said to all that could hear him just before he began to walk away and read the notes with every step he took back into Rhea.
"So, that's nineteen pages out of twenty-one." Charlie spoke quietly and tucked the notes inside of his jacket's inner pockets. As he was in a public place now he had to keep suspicion off of him, after all, he had been doing quite the bastard's dinner while the others here were becoming everso. Unforgettable. A few seconds passed before Charlie stopped to sit down and swing back a bottle of 'water'. (As the drink was just named 'water' Charlie had no idea what it was.) Oddly the 'water' didn't taste alcoholic yet it was rather bitter, thick, dark. It didn't feel like a drug Charlie continued to muse this was the second drink he purchased outside of home. He liked it after downing the remaining amount. It just felt...Pure yet demonic. Charlie checked his surroundings and removed the remaining two notes and look at them. The last of his 'spy-work' was illustrations of his classmates.
Now at the door where his target; Luigi Vile was he had enough data on the others to know that he'll have to talk, act, and react carefully. Yet he earnestly did want help from Mister Vile. Charlie almost laughed he bit down on his lip to stop himself, then licked the snake bites and then knocked on the door. "SUP? I'd like to speak-" all of a sudden Charlie felt the way he was speaking, and was disturbed. So, he tried again. His own voice was a fucking skeleton in his closet just now. "Hey, I'm Charlie Frostwidth. I gotta speak to Mister Vile about a wounded close pal a mine. I've got the fokin' money." At this attempt Charlie sounded clear, strong, full of self-defamation. Charlie reminded himself to be careful,cautious and to make himself come off as a young man worthy of his fellow students respect. Yet his shaky relationship with himself caused Charlie to create a new first impression. 'Luckily, or rather unluckily. None of them know me, or of my illicit hobbies. So, I gotta be in the fokin' clear. If not, haha. Then momentum anima."