041 x 140 // video // 4th wall

[dignity_misery]

[ Carla Morir is quiet for a moment looking down into the camera, after that moment however she smiles wryly, lifting it to point at this gentleman. He gives her an irritated look, fiddling out a cigarette to blow the smoke at her.

All Carla has to say is this, ]

Someone come take this prick off my hands before I kill him.


[[ooc; I am weak. All of your 4th wall madness is welcome to me. Her brother Donovan (no_affection) may pipe up as well.]]

Comments

[undrowned]

Why? I didn't say anything bad.

[no_affection]

Precisely.

[He knows his sister is a cunt, so does she.]

[undrowned]

That's a funny way of putting it.

There is no 'precisely'. [have you met a whiteknight before, because in case you haven't, this is what they look like] She may just really hate you and you don't care enough to know otherwise.

[no_affection]

She prefers hate.

[And if he's honest with himself, so does he. These are the children Jorge Morir created.]

[undrowned]

Well you can't be too hateful for too long, that's just stupid.

[no_affection]

[His smile is cold. (Somewhere Carla is laughing at him.)]

I suppose she must have ridden you into such compliance with her ways.