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CARLA M.

is SO BUSY STUDYING SHE CAN HARDLY CONTAIN HERSELF.

less than 2 minutes ago from theNetwork

BITCH SQUAD

[Isn't that all teenage girls do when they get together? Snipe away viciously about the poor ugly sods around them? Laughing about your daddy's drinking problem or your unfortunate choice of accessories? Carla finds the more shallow barbs a little tedious, but sometimes it ends in tears and that's always entertaining.]

DESKTOP

[It won't be the first or the last time she's done something obscene on a desk, skirts riding up her legs. Whoever she's with is clearly disappointing, she hisses a low,]

Shut up, you worthless fuck.

THE REQUISITE BEACH OPTION

[Even the wicked need some downtime, right? Or maybe she's just out scouting victims.]

RICH BITCH

[She hates attending these parties with her mother. The only thing that makes the stuffy little evening get-together more bearable is a steady supply of liquor, and Carla doesn't care much for drinking. She has is a glass of water, at the moment, lifting it up to avoid rolling her eyes at the woman she's 'speaking' to.]

AROUND

[Handy-dandy catchall for anything else the heart desires.]

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[A lanky teenager sidles up next to her in the sulking corner. He's dressed more sharply than most other attendees his age, is a stylishly narrow-cut suit and pointed shoes. The only thing out of place is his thick mass of unruly brown curls.]

Bored yet?

[The only bad thing about reading in public is the fact that there are people there. Specifically, there are people you don't necessarily want to see there.

Carla is not someone Justin wants to see. Once he sees her coming, he's quick to slip his book into his messenger bag and attempt a getaway.]

[She gives him a lazy glance out of the corner of her eye, considering him silently for a moment. The fact that she is deciding whether he's worth answering is very obvious.]

Very. I just don't care much for mindless gossip.

[Now why would you go and do a thing like that, Justin? Her hands are, inevitably, going to settle on his shoulders.]

Not even going to say hello?

[He's visibly tense, but the outward apathy is firmly in place.]

Hello, Carla.

[She leans in closer, pressing a kiss to his cheek. To an outsider it might even look friendly.]

Justin. Where are you headed?

[He really, really doesn't like that. It takes willpower to stay in place.]

Home. You?

[She knows, entirely too well.]

Home? Really? You couldn't even pick your head up long enough to scurry back into your little hole?

[Her laughter is low and soft, close to his ear. She's always too damn close.]

Who are we reading today? Show me.

[He assumes the first three questions are rhetorical and tightens his grip on his messenger bag.]

Why do you need to know?

[She could not possibly care less what he's reading.]

Taking an interest in you, of course.

We both know you don't care.

Is that what you think?

[Because it's mostly true. Though she does care just enough to harass him.]

That might just be hurtful.

Am I wrong?

Hurtful to you? I doubt it.

[Even in the crowded City Square, her scent is easy to identify. Appearance-wise however...]

Carla.

[A raised eyebrow at her too-youthful appearance.]

It's happened again, I see.

If I don't care, what does it matter if you let me see?

[She doesn't make any earnest attempt to pull the bag off of him, just her fingers curling around the strap.]

Don't be sour.

What was that?

[She gives him a curious look, eyebrow raised expectantly.]

And you don't remember me, either.

[Eyebrow rising higher.]

Perfect.

[She gives a little laugh, amused, although faintly incredulous. She pushes her hair back with a smirk.]

If you mattered, I might.

[Don't take that to heart, Karl.]

[Don't worry. He won't.]

Upto trouble out here?

Sir.

[A soft sigh, not quite a purr.]

I like to stay out of trouble.

Of course.

[A crooked grin.]

That's what I like about you.

Oh dear, he has a taste for good girls.

[The wry tone of voice would have made her humor obvious, even if she weren't smiling nastily.]

It's a matter of me not wanting to show you.

I won't be if you leave me alone.

[He mirrors the twisted grin. She really is a handful when de-aged. The brazen attitude reminds him charmingly of Diva.]

Just the ones who don't get caught~

I never get caught.

[A statement, not a boast.]

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