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Pre-Guildfall, 2008. Communication is what makes a lasting roleplay.
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Once they get to the farm, Tony and Chris will give each other a longer leash, too.
Not here, it isn't. So let's talk RP. The groups are a little unbalanced at the moment, don't you think?
Excuse me, but that gif clearly suits Charlie.
A few dancers started to make their way into the middle of the room, momentarily blocking Charlie's view of the girl in pink. She waited, fidgeting, for them all to move just slightly to the left. The silence on the other end of the line seemed to go on for far longer than it must have, really, and it was almost painful. Willow had taken off somewhere, dancing with some guy she dragged out of the corner. “Will? Willow?” Charlie muttered, but her friend just waved at her from across the dancefloor.
“Food? Oh well, I was just going to skip today . . . What sort of food?” Charlie snapped her attention back to the bar; the dancers had moved just enough so she could see who she was talking to. She opened her mouth to respond, before the girl said something else. “No, never mind. I'm sorry for calling you and being stalker like. I saw your card. Your name's on it, so I kind of just wanted to say 'hey, my name's Ashley', but um, sorry to bother you.” Damn it, that was going to bug her, if the girl thought she was being a nuisance.
What the bloody hell am I doing on the phone? Charlie questioned herself, pulling the device away from her ear and glaring at it. Newly resolute, she slapped the phone closed and marched over to the girl – Ashley.
“Yeah, so I'm Charlotte, I know it's on the card. It's weird not to actually say it,” she started, standing back where she had been when they originally talked. She briefly noted a man nearby with a strawberry and banana smoothie, and resisted the temptation to ask for a third drink. The sooner she was out of this crazy glow-stick place, the sooner she'd feel better. Not to mention, food waited on the outside. “Listen, I'm really hungry, you haven't eaten, and there's a Chinese place across the street.” There was an unspoken invitation to her words, because really, the girl was skipping meals and that was never cool, in Charlie's book. She'd just feed her up, make sure she got home safe, and be back home with Archer's Cross in no time.
“Food? Oh well, I was just going to skip today . . . What sort of food?” Charlie snapped her attention back to the bar; the dancers had moved just enough so she could see who she was talking to. She opened her mouth to respond, before the girl said something else. “No, never mind. I'm sorry for calling you and being stalker like. I saw your card. Your name's on it, so I kind of just wanted to say 'hey, my name's Ashley', but um, sorry to bother you.” Damn it, that was going to bug her, if the girl thought she was being a nuisance.
What the bloody hell am I doing on the phone? Charlie questioned herself, pulling the device away from her ear and glaring at it. Newly resolute, she slapped the phone closed and marched over to the girl – Ashley.
“Yeah, so I'm Charlotte, I know it's on the card. It's weird not to actually say it,” she started, standing back where she had been when they originally talked. She briefly noted a man nearby with a strawberry and banana smoothie, and resisted the temptation to ask for a third drink. The sooner she was out of this crazy glow-stick place, the sooner she'd feel better. Not to mention, food waited on the outside. “Listen, I'm really hungry, you haven't eaten, and there's a Chinese place across the street.” There was an unspoken invitation to her words, because really, the girl was skipping meals and that was never cool, in Charlie's book. She'd just feed her up, make sure she got home safe, and be back home with Archer's Cross in no time.
Honestly, when Charlie's in her element (anywhere that houses books and cosy places to sit and doodle), she's far more confident.
Edit: I'm suddenly imagining H and Charlie very seriously discussing the ins-and-outs of strawberry banana smoothies.
Edit: I'm suddenly imagining H and Charlie very seriously discussing the ins-and-outs of strawberry banana smoothies.
Thank you, I try. Too hard, probably.
"You guys, where did CatDog go?"
"...Did you just..."
"Every. Single. Time."
How I see it going down.
Charlie drank half the smoothie before she reached her table, purely to give herself something to do, and to distract from the overwhelming idiocy she displayed in her conversation with... the girl whose name she failed to get. She'd made the grand mistake of planting her business card in the girl's possession, dooming herself to future embarrassment to boot. How long had she been at Mingle now? Certainly less than an hour. Must be a knew record.
She didn't bother sitting back down again. Willow looked so giddy, she might as well have been drinking pure sugar all evening. “Look, I spoke to someone, and I made myself look like a massive asshole, so can we please go home?” At her best friend's disappointed, classic about-to-protest look, Charlie added, “I promise, I'll let you drag me somewhere again soon. As soon as I've forgotten today.” She tapped her heart. “Scouts honour?”
As Willow finally – finally, praise all the known Gods, demi-gods, and their freaky offspring – gave in, slipping off her chair as she sipped the dregs of her drink, Charlie's phone vibrated in her pocket. “Oh, hey, have you been hiding a little something?” Willow chuckled, winking.
“Don't be filthy,” Charlie responded, taking out her horribly ancient flip-phone and answering.
“Free books... good. Thanks... uh... hi,” came the voice on the other end of the line, strikingly familiar but distorted by the sound of music. It took Charlie long seconds to figure out who was calling, and then she was unsure of what to say in response, bewildered for a moment longer as to how the girl in pink got her phone number, before she remembered.
Willow kept winking and wiggling her eyebrows so much, she might have been unable to stop. Rolling her eyes, Charlie turned around to stare back through the crowd at the girl in pink. “Hey,” she said into the phone, then again, a little louder. “Sorry, we're about to get out of here. I'm too old for this whole... thing, that they've, uh... got going on, so. Um, look, did you say you hadn't eaten yet? Aren't you hungry?” How could anyone willingly go without food. Food was wonderful. “I made myself hungry. Do you have some way of getting food, 'cause we're gonna get food.” She only realised what she'd asked of the girl after the words came stampeding out of her mouth.
She didn't bother sitting back down again. Willow looked so giddy, she might as well have been drinking pure sugar all evening. “Look, I spoke to someone, and I made myself look like a massive asshole, so can we please go home?” At her best friend's disappointed, classic about-to-protest look, Charlie added, “I promise, I'll let you drag me somewhere again soon. As soon as I've forgotten today.” She tapped her heart. “Scouts honour?”
As Willow finally – finally, praise all the known Gods, demi-gods, and their freaky offspring – gave in, slipping off her chair as she sipped the dregs of her drink, Charlie's phone vibrated in her pocket. “Oh, hey, have you been hiding a little something?” Willow chuckled, winking.
“Don't be filthy,” Charlie responded, taking out her horribly ancient flip-phone and answering.
“Free books... good. Thanks... uh... hi,” came the voice on the other end of the line, strikingly familiar but distorted by the sound of music. It took Charlie long seconds to figure out who was calling, and then she was unsure of what to say in response, bewildered for a moment longer as to how the girl in pink got her phone number, before she remembered.
Willow kept winking and wiggling her eyebrows so much, she might have been unable to stop. Rolling her eyes, Charlie turned around to stare back through the crowd at the girl in pink. “Hey,” she said into the phone, then again, a little louder. “Sorry, we're about to get out of here. I'm too old for this whole... thing, that they've, uh... got going on, so. Um, look, did you say you hadn't eaten yet? Aren't you hungry?” How could anyone willingly go without food. Food was wonderful. “I made myself hungry. Do you have some way of getting food, 'cause we're gonna get food.” She only realised what she'd asked of the girl after the words came stampeding out of her mouth.
Charlie's just noping out of this whole Mingle mingling thing.
She really stepped in it with that one. Way to make friends, she thought. Willow would be oh-so proud of that shining moment, for sure. Charlie caught her friend looking at them while the girl glanced around, and tried to communicate in gestures the words “go away”. It didn't work. Rubbing her face, Charlie turned back to the girl next to her.
“Sorry for interrupting your reading.”
Guilt took a running jump and dive-bombed the shame already bubbling around in her gut. She hadn't said a word to anyone but Willow for the duration of their time at Mingle, and the first person she has a conversation with, she insults. This was why she preferred socialising at the store, or at exhibitions, or anywhere but a bar when the first thing she opened her head to say related to age, drinking, or something along those lines.
“I'm really sorry about that, sometimes I say really stupid things,” she said, trying to convey as much sincerity in her tone as was possible. “I wasn't reading it, anyway, I can't concentrate and it deserves my whole attention – do you like books? I can get you a voucher, to make up for being a dumbass? Uh...” She wasn't sure if the offer was equally as stupid as her initial comment and the subsequent rambling, if it came off as creepy, annoying, or whatever, but it was all she could do to redeem herself. She took a business card for Reid & Wright's out of her back pocket and scribbled a note on it;
“VALID FOR 1 FREE BOOK, PLEASE FORGIVE ME”.
Sliding the card over, alongside the five note the girl slipped to the bartender, Charlie frowned at their conversation. “Why does it matter what a couple smoothies do to your figure? You look fine, and you're tiny.” Again, Charlotte? You're gonna be an idiot again? “Not that, I mean, I did it again, I'm so sorry. It's not that you're small or young or anything.” She grumbled at herself. “I'm just going to shut up and drink my smoothie now. Sorry.” Picking up her smoothie, she headed back to Willow.
“Sorry for interrupting your reading.”
Guilt took a running jump and dive-bombed the shame already bubbling around in her gut. She hadn't said a word to anyone but Willow for the duration of their time at Mingle, and the first person she has a conversation with, she insults. This was why she preferred socialising at the store, or at exhibitions, or anywhere but a bar when the first thing she opened her head to say related to age, drinking, or something along those lines.
“I'm really sorry about that, sometimes I say really stupid things,” she said, trying to convey as much sincerity in her tone as was possible. “I wasn't reading it, anyway, I can't concentrate and it deserves my whole attention – do you like books? I can get you a voucher, to make up for being a dumbass? Uh...” She wasn't sure if the offer was equally as stupid as her initial comment and the subsequent rambling, if it came off as creepy, annoying, or whatever, but it was all she could do to redeem herself. She took a business card for Reid & Wright's out of her back pocket and scribbled a note on it;
Sliding the card over, alongside the five note the girl slipped to the bartender, Charlie frowned at their conversation. “Why does it matter what a couple smoothies do to your figure? You look fine, and you're tiny.” Again, Charlotte? You're gonna be an idiot again? “Not that, I mean, I did it again, I'm so sorry. It's not that you're small or young or anything.” She grumbled at herself. “I'm just going to shut up and drink my smoothie now. Sorry.” Picking up her smoothie, she headed back to Willow.
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