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

[no_affection]

She will lie to get her way.

[He saw her as a child, at her very worst. Nothing amused her more than manipulating others.]

And she always wants something.

[Except her doesn't understand how far down she was stripped.]

[worldofourown]

When she wants.

[ A laugh. ]

Everyone wants something. You ought to know that by now.

[no_affection]

She hides what she wants, to keep in control. If she wants nothing, she is bored, and twice as dangerous.

[Carla might even be flattered her brother still fears her this much. Although he covers his fear with that hate, much better than their brother Jerome ever did.]

[worldofourown]

Oh. [ So essentially, she's like Diva. ] I'll keep your dire warnings in mind. [ He doesn't think Donovan knows the girl anymore. But then, it's likely he never did. ]

[no_affection]

It's your choice to be her pawn.

[See how highly this brother thinks of his baby sister. A cold-hearted, manipulative, slut.]

[worldofourown]

Just a playmate, actually.

[ He's another Queen's pawn entirely. ]

[no_affection]

Plaything.

[Yes, this ego runs in their family, although Carla managed to stomp it out of Jerome.]

[worldofourown]

Not hers.

[ Tsk, Donovan. ]

[no_affection]

Tsk.

[Obviously you are deluded, sir. Of course his sister has you by the balls.]