CHARLOTTE ANDREWS
UNIVERSITY STUDENT
contract killer/waitress
played by ruby[RS:2]
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Post by CHARLOTTE ANDREWS on Jul 25, 2012 1:41:10 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 200px;]shatter every window till it's all blown away tagged: cameron / wearing: hurr / wc: 947 / ps. blah
the scream in her throat was begging for release, but it stayed frozen in the middle of her throat, not going up and not going down. she couldn't believe what she was seeing. nothing was supposed to happen. the threats had stopped. that's what her dad had told her. it was why they decided to stay. her father had reassured her that they were empty threats and she should just concentrate on her studies and practice her fighting skills. she had done exactly that. he lied to her. she had only been gone for a few hours to do her school project, and when she had gone home, they were all gone. dead. murdered. body parts laid on the ground, blood stains were everywhere, and sitting there on the couch, decapitated, was her family. someone had placed them that way in a family picture style. the smell was sickening and she couldn't, for the life of her, scream for help. she was just frozen, studying the scene around her, just studying every dead body. bodies that lead a trail to her family. subconsciously, she knew what would happen next, but for some reason, her unconscious mind was unrest. instead of the fainting that was supposed to happen, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her fourteen year old body, a handkerchief pressed tightly against her nose and lips. she struggled and struggled, trying to get away from the grasp, but his hold was too strong. she couldn't breathe. her lungs were hurting and at that minute, she would give away her soul just to be able to breathe again.
she jolted awake, hands rubbing roughly against her face as she sat up. god, when will these nightmares stop? it's already been so many damn years. she didn't have a family anymore. they don't exist. that day never happened. if she started thinking about that day, she would go on a rampage, trying to find the people that tortured her family to death. she had a handful of ideas with what she wanted to do to those people. it was a charlotte special. reserved just for them. but she was not going to go on a psycho rampage, and waste all her time looking for them. she knew they would find her. she knew they were looking for her. she was the last of the andrews. they were just dying to finish her off, there was no doubt about that. if she was in their shoes, she knew exactly how frustrating it was to have one last person to kill, and said person goes mia for almost ten years. she often mused how much she was worth. what the reward was like for the person who killed her. probably pretty high. it didn't matter though. most people wanted her dead, but the same time, they also want her on the team. mainly because she was good with deception. if this was another life, she would have made one hell of an actress, but this was this life, and she was living a double one. one was a contract killer, and the other was a ditzy waitress. sometimes she couldn't even differentiate which one was her. did she even have her own identity or would she always just be one or the other? or maybe even stuck in the middle. however, to her, there was no middle. on days that she wasn't hired to kill anyone, she was a ditz. and on the days that she was "on the job," she was just an unemotional wall of ice.
she shook her head. why did that even matter? it wasn't exactly like she could change identities now. she's lived here for years. everyone knew her as the low iq ditz. she couldn't just walk around town one day with brain cells. she threw the covers off her body , taking her anger out on the inanimate object as she trudged into the bathroom across from her bedroom door, her crop top barely covering her stomach, and her g-string revealing more skin than anything. it was just her in the house anyways, so she was good- even though she lived in a beach house, and there were more than enough windows. no one looked, and even if they did, it wasn't like she had anything to hide. she worked out on a daily basis and normally, she would be up and running at this hour, but she was feeling just slightly lazy today. so, instead, she combed her unruly golden locks and brushed her teeth before proceeding to the kitchen to brew a fresh pot of coffee and make herself a nice and unhealthy breakfast. diet schmiet. she wanted herself some good ol' bacon 'n eggs. she hummed to herself as she cooked breakfast, completely forgetting that her new housemate had just moved in yesterday. she poured herself a cup of coffee before dumping her breakfast on a plate, one hand greedily hanging onto the cup while the other balanced the plate on her palm. she was turning around to set them on the table when she came face to a very well defined chest, and an extremely half naked man. if anyone were to see them right now, they would have immediately jumped to conclusions, not that charlie's mind wasn't heading in that direction anyways. she squeaked in surprise, jumping back slightly as the scorching coffee spilled over her hand and the breakfast plate wobbling off her hand, but before the plate had hit the ground, her reflex kicked in, catching it just in time, "oh gosh, you scared me! i'm like soooo sorry. i totally, like, forgot you moved in."
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Post by CAMERON SUTTON on Jul 28, 2012 2:29:53 GMT -5
i'm a stranger in my mind RUBY/CHARLOTTE <3 , unfff , 1032 , XD nightmares were invading his dream as well but this was not the same as hers and unlike her, it did not startle the man awake but instead helped his body to be tense and ready in case something did spook him in the middle of the night. he had gotten accustomed to the haunting dreams that invaded his once peaceful sleep every night. of course, that was when his wife was alive, and he was able to hold her, kiss her and be a husband to her and be a father to the child that she was raising. instead, he was sleeping in a stranger’s house with a gun under his bed for a specific reason—his roommate was the prime suspect in a string of murders. he did not understand how that was possible as the doe-eyed girl in both looks and personality seemed harmless, unable to kill even a fly. she giggled constantly and was downright innocent looking in every single manor—so he was highly confused as to why the government stationed him here. his hand reached under his pillow in his unconscious state as his mind picked up sounds that were unfamiliar to him and that was what quickly woke him up as the gun was pulled out and pointed at nothing. the air surrounding him was not threatening in the slightest and he sighed, rubbing at his face with a shaky hand. calming himself down after minutes as the adrenaline rush moved out of his blood stream, the male slowly slid the covers off his body and proceeded to open the curtains to let the sunlight flood into the room. creaks could be heard but the male did not even register the idea of his roommate being awake, or his house leader, being awake yet and instead, he proceeded to trudge into the bathroom with a yawn and a shuffle.
his hair was a mess, he had bags under his eyes and it looked as though he had just recovered from an attack, a nice shiner was on his jaw, inspecting it as he recalled the exact incident with a shudder to his shoulders that resulted in them to roll back in discomfort. sighing softly, he let the water wash over his face and remove the tired, and slightly undead look that he had going for him. his muscles twitched and tensed as he gripped the edge of the faucet and stared at the sink for just a moment to collect his bearings. he was tired, groggy and suddenly in need of something along the lines of caffeine or maybe a good shot of alcohol even this early in the morning. sighing, he moved out of the bathroom and opened the door to his bedroom, giving it one last glance over and not even remembering to throw on a shirt or even cover up the exposed skin of his toned abs as he was only in his boxers as he walked down the hallway, sleepily rubbing at his eyes. he hoped that no one would have attacked him between the time he woke up to fifteen minutes cause cameron knew that he would have been screwed if that was the case as his mind was hardly awake let alone his reflexes until he got a good cup of coffee. his footsteps were soft even with his weight, always being able to be just a little bit sneaky and using it to his advantage when the situation called for it,or didn’t in some cases because he was suddenly met with a beautiful blonde in hardly any clothing.
the coffee dripped onto his foot and he had to jump back a little before he noticed that her hand had gotten the brunt of the spillage. ”shit. sorry.” [/b] he said, before moving over to the counter and grabbing a rag. he pressed it against her hand, letting the fabric soak up the coffee that was sitting on her hand probably burning the skin, ”yea I forgot I had a roommate myself..”[/b] which was strange for the male because he was usually quite organized in both action and thought. he tried not to note of her attire but as a male, a sexually deprived one, he was not going to let this small chance slip away and he took in an eyeful before looking away and moving to the coffee machine as a means of a distraction. reaching into the cupboards after having searched through two of them before locating the cups, he poured his own cup and then turned to her, ”need a refill…since most of it is probably on your hand…”[/b] he asked while lifting the pot up to show her that he would gladly refill her cup. ”I’m sure most of the coffee is on the floor or at least on your hand..”[/b], taking the three steps or so closer to refill her coffee before placing the container on the counter and taking a seat at the table. awkward feelings filled the air as he was unable to think of what to say or what to do with his new roommate standing there and dressed the way that she was. brushing a hand through his hair, he rubbed at the back of his neck and gave a sheepish smile, ”maybe I should go put a shirt on..”[/b] he commented more to himself than to her as he stood up. he retreated out of the kitchen, physically trying to shake the thoughts out of his head as he reached for a t-shirt that was sitting on the bed and slipped it on over his head. two minutes later and the male was back at the table, more covered than she was, and interested to learn more about her—but he had to be coy about it. things were not adding up from the murders and the way they were conducted to the sweet little angel sitting across from him, something was not off and he was not sure if it was her or his sources, ”so how did you sleep?”[/b] he asked, trying to keep up a conversation that would start off casual and maybe work its way deeper. [/div] [/center] |
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CHARLOTTE ANDREWS
UNIVERSITY STUDENT
contract killer/waitress
played by ruby[RS:2]
Posts: 5
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Post by CHARLOTTE ANDREWS on Jul 29, 2012 23:28:29 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 200px;]shatter every window till it's all blown away tagged: cameron / wearing: hurr / wc: 1113/ ps. (:
sometimes the ditzy act came naturally to charlotte. so much to a point that sometimes even she believed that she was a dumb blonde. the giggles and the 'like's just rolled off her tongue without a second thought. but maybe that's what made her so good for the job. no one ever suspected anything. she was too girly for anyone to ever even remotely think anything bad of her. she was the epitome of innocent, naive, and childish. no one would have picked her for a heartless murderer. if you could really call it that. she was doing the world a favour, really. people ask her to kill people, and those people were often criminals or just generally waste of space. there were occasionally you know, innocent people, but a job was a job. who would have thought that this blonde beauty would have weapons hiding in her house. or that she had secret compartments. or that she could kill you with a butter knife. she was good at what she did, there was no denying that. there were millions of ways she could torture you, make you wish you were never born to begin with, and no one would be able to prove that she's done it. she was good at hiding her trails. she never left a single hair or evidence behind that could lead the police to her. it was why she hasn't been caught yet. she knew the cia had their suspicions and that they've been trying to pin things on her but they never had any proof that she had been the one to murder the person. she didn't have any signature moves. every kill was different and special in their own way. each victim had their own signature death. and there have been people who had taken the fall for her and while she felt bad that some were found guilty even though they were innocent, she couldn't really sympathize all that much because if she did, she would end up jailbreaking them or even ending up in jail herself. and a jail break was too risky, and being in jail was not where she needed to be right now.
and even though she would, occasionally, rarely, feel guilty about killing people, this was her job. it was her legacy from her family. this is her way of proving to them that she had what it took to make them proud. to carry on their name. her father was good at what he did. people remembered his name. and it was her job to carry on that name. whether or not she wanted to. she wouldn't let her family's death go in vain. they were good people who didn't deserve to die. so maybe she was slightly vengeful of every bad person in the world, but could you really blame her? that was her family. her little sister, her older brother, her loving parents. she never got to grow up with them. they never got to see her graduate from high school . they were there for her first day in college. would they be proud of her? would her father be okay with what she was doing now? would he be proud that she was so good at what she did? would he turn her in to the police? would he kill her if that was his job? what would he do? maybe he would be her partner. god, she didn't know. all she knew was that she missed them like crazy and all that was left of them were memories that plagued her every night. she had to admit that she was envious of the families she served when she was working as a waitress when she didn't have any "jobs". she looked at them, and all she could think was that it could have been her in that booth with her family, laughing, sharing their days with each other. and after serving families like that, she would go home and just feel even more lonely than before. it was what had prompted her to rent out the other room in her beach home. at least that way the house would look more like a home.
however, she had been pretty much on her own since she was a little girl, so having someone else in the house was just slightly strange. especially when her new housemate looked as handsome as he did, and came out of the room looking like that every morning. it had been a surprise and he nearly gave her a heart attack, but it wasn't so bad. if she hadn't had her breakfast and coffee in her hands, her first reaction would have been to go into a defense stance and maybe even attack, but thank god her hands were occupied otherwise she would have totally blown her ditzy facade. she giggled, "oh, no, it's like totally okay. it like, didn't even like hurt all that much!" she reassured him, but let him wipe her hand with the rag anyways. she pretended not to notice, but her eyes caught his own wandering ones, taking notice of her attire. she bit the inside of her cheek, trying not to react to it, but even then, it wasn't like she could help it herself. her eyes traveled from his broad shoulders to waistline of his boxer briefs, eyes lingering as he searched for his how cup, watching his every movement. he was no doubt fit and very much so in shape. either he was an athlete, a personal trainer, or he was in a profession that required some physical exertion. she smiled at him with a giggle, "oh my gosh, that would be like totally amazing of you if you could like give me a refill." she exclaimed, extending the hand with the cup towards him. she muttered a thank you as she settled her plate of food on the table, taking a sip of her coffee as if it would fill up the awkward silence between the two. she chuckled awkwardly, "umm.... yeah.... like i should really like put some pants on...." she agreed, retreating to her own room to put on a pair of yoga pants before reemerging into the kitchen. she walked right past him as he asked her how was her sleep. she decided she didn't want to lie to him, but she wasn't going to say anything either, so instead, she just giggled, "so like since i totally like forgot you lived here now, would you like want some breakfast? i could totally like make you like anything!" she exclaimed, turning to face him with a grin.
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Post by CAMERON SUTTON on Aug 16, 2012 3:56:01 GMT -5
i'm a stranger in my mind RUBY/CHARLOTTE <3 , unfff , 1015 , HE'S SO CONFUSED. this was certainly an awkward way for the two roommates to meet once more. him being only dressed from the bottom up and her from the top up except for the little blue thong that had been peeking out through the long t-shirt, that was not long enough. they were going to have to be more careful next time that they awoke but cameron realized that he would not be forgetting the girl anytime soon. with her blonde hair and doe eyes, and her nice backside, it was going to be hard to get that mental image out of his head. he had pulled the shirt over his head and even opted to tug on a pair of jeans to hide the tight briefs that outlined just about everything that he had going on in the lower region. he had to stop himself from physically flinching earlier as her every third word was like, showing the true girly and slightly ditzy side that she had. a complex woman in deed, she was quick and agile but the fact that she spoke like a teenage girl had him thrown as he sat down on the bed for just a moment to rethink his assignment. how could this girl be a killer? she was too bubbly, too friendly and far too innocent to probably even hold a gun and yet, his instincts were telling him that something was off. he had to keep his cover and he reminded himself of that before slowly rising and heading into the kitchen once more to finish eating breakfast with his new roommate. he saw that she too had departed to put clothes on and he was slightly relieved as he sat back down at the table where his coffee was still waiting to be sipped for the first time. he graciously took the handle and lifted the cup to his lips, he felt a sting on his lip but he did not hesitate in the slightest and instead, he took a large gulp of the coffee as he tried to make himself more aware of his surroundings which included any funny business from his new roommate.
he couldn’t help but chuckle as she reminded him of something that they had both forgotten, ”well I feel so special now and here I thought I made an impression..” [/b] he spoke, giving her a smile as he glanced up after having been staring at the emptiness of his cup. rising from the table, he strolled over to the pot and poured himself yet another cup which was dangerous as he was going to start to get shaky around two and half but he hardly felt awake. he thought that being startled by a beautiful woman cooking breakfast would be the thing that actually woke him up and made him alert but he just felt more drained and very out of his element at the moment. ”I’ll just stick to the coffee but thank you, it’s a nice offer.”[/b] or maybe cameron just did not trust the girl to not poison a delicious pile of pancakes and lure him to his death. or maybe now, he was just being a little paranoid. sighing, he stayed against the counter and let himself consume his second cup of coffee in seconds and he could now feel it starting to hit. he looked over to her, watching her, slightly analyzing her as he did for every case but he found no flaws, nothing that pointed to her being a murderer. this both confused him and he was going to have to speak to his superior in the near future about how wrong the agency was for targeting this young blonde but at the moment, cameron had to play the part of the roommate and the …he nearly forgot that he was supposed to be a regular business man. ”it’s Saturday right?”[/b] he asked with the notion just to keep up the conversation between the two of them as it seemed to be dwindling out and he needed all of the help that he could get to help crack this case and be able to return home to his “son”. he missed that little boy more and more each day and he was excited for the day that he could return to him but for now, cameron had to keep his head in the game. ”cause if not, then I’m late getting to the office. if it is a Saturday, I wouldn’t mind a tour..”[/b] he asked with a hopeful tone to his voice. he had obtained a map of the house long ago but it seemed that he needed to actually see the real thing. he had to be a good actor this time and not let his cover get blown as the last assignment was still stinging him and his broken heart to the thought of his deceased wife being taken down by one bullet. ”just because knowing the house would be a good idea, it’s quite large..”[/b] he commented, trying to find a way to continue his train of thought but not appear to eager to get answers, ”how did you manage to get this little slice of paradise?”[/b] he asked, finally moving to sit down at the table. he felt like he was interrogating her but he was hoping that she felt like he was just being nosy but would at least answer honesty. all he had to do was notice a twitch or even a sign of fidgeting and he would know that she was lying. his cup touched the table’s surface but he leaned back in his chair, appearing to have a more relaxed position but his muscles were tense and he was unsure why. she was too playful, too innocent looking and slightly dimmer than most girls that he had met, what possessed the agency into thinking that she was murderer? he did not even see a spark in her eyes but there was still that cut feeling that was warning him and cameron never ignored when his intuition kicked in. [/div] [/center] |
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CHARLOTTE ANDREWS
UNIVERSITY STUDENT
contract killer/waitress
played by ruby[RS:2]
Posts: 5
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Post by CHARLOTTE ANDREWS on Aug 20, 2012 4:22:00 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 200px;]shatter every window till it's all blown away tagged: cameron / wearing: hurr / wc: 956 / ps. meepmeep
charlotte had to take in a deep breath as she closed the door behind her to pull on a pair of yoga pants that, although hid her skin well, outlined her every curves and the leg muscles she sported. and she had thought about changing the top too, but she couldn't be all that bothered. the hem of her crop top only reached just below her chest and only revealed her toned stomach. it wasn't like she was wearing just a bra or anything. at least she was wearing a top. it would have to suffice for now. and although she swore she would never get attached to anyone or even think about doing so, she couldn't help herself but feel attracted to her new roommate. so maybe her reason in agreeing for him to stay was because he was good to look at, but he had also been nice and polite- something she didn't see often, and it was appreciated. however, she didn't think she would ever be able to erase the image of his half naked body from her mind any time soon. from his broad shoulders to his defined chest to the delicious abs to the briefs that were tighter than her own yoga pants. it had outlined everything. and just thinking about it made her swallow hard, trying mighty hard to not let her mind wander in the wrong direction. no matter how tempting that was. of course, she was a woman with needs, but at twenty two years old, she was still a virgin. although, she was sure most people thought she was just another ditzy whore that opened her legs to anyone and everyone that gave her the time of day. and while charlie was, to a certain degree, a total tease and did pretty much anything, she would never ever consent to actual sex. it wasn't that she wasn't ready, it's just that she still had a little bit of self respect. plus, she just haven't found the right guy.
although, her mind was giving her some pretty dirty ideas at who that person should be. still, she would never put those thoughts into action. mainly because she didn't know anything about this man, and something about him just sent off warning signals in the pit of her stomach. he wasn't suspicious or anything and he didn't give her any reason to be suspicious over him, but she never doubted her gut instincts. it was what helped her survive all these years. it was what helped her get away with murders scott free. and right now, her gut instinct told her that there was just something about him that she couldn't trust. and she would not allow her stupid girly hormones get in the way of her instincts. no matter how much they were screaming they wanted a slice of that man. however, it was highly possible that she was just being paranoid, thinking that everyone was out to get her. she wouldn't be surprised, really. after the shit she's done. she had the cia on her back and the allies of the people she killed gunning for her. and then there were the handlers who were trying to get their hands on her to do a job for them. but charlie refused to doubt her instincts. there was no room for that. even if she was paranoid, it was for a good reason. she collected her feelings and pulled the ditzy facade back on, returning to the kitchen. she could practically feel the relief rolling off his shoulders when he caught sight of her now clothed body. did she really look that bad? was she that god awful looking? she pursed her lips, trying not to frown. she giggled in her girly way, "i'm like super sorry! it like totally won't happen tomorrow." she reassured before taking a sip of her own coffee, relishing the taste in her mouth as she swallowed. god she loved coffee. she just couldn't get enough of it. plus, it kept her awake and upbeat- just like the ditzy charlie should be.
she frowned at him when he refused the breakfast, "that's like so not healthy! breakfast is totally like the most important meal of like the day!" she exclaimed, already opening the fridge to grab some eggs and bacon. she fired up the stove, muttering a "having just coffee is so like bad for your body. i'll like totally make you breakfast. it'll totally be like quick, i promise." over her shoulder, placing the thin slices of bacon onto the pan. she cooked as she listened to him speak, cocking her head to the side for a second, lips pursed before turning half her body slightly to get a good look at him with a smile, "it's totally saturday or like i wouldn't be here." she told him, turning her attention back to the stove. she giggled, glancing at him for a second, "oh, like of course! i would absolutely love to give you a tour!" it made sense after all. plus, it wasn't like she had anything to hide. okay, well she did, but she was good at hiding things so she didn't have to worry about her new roommate finding anything. she set the food on a dinner plate along with some toast before placing it in front of cameron, "all done!" she said with a giggle, grabbing a fork for him before digging into her own plate of food. she swallowed her mouthful of eggs before grinning, "oh, like this used to be like my parents, but then we like moved away and like no one bought it so like i took it back." she answered with a shrug.
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Post by CAMERON SUTTON on Aug 30, 2012 16:25:37 GMT -5
i'm a stranger in my mind RUBY/CHARLOTTE <3 , unfff , 1178 , FUUUN TIMES. how was he going to live in this house and still keep his sanity? her voice was enchanting and he knew that if she did not add the word “like” in every sentence, let alone, ever other word, then it would be like a siren’s call to him. her words almost had him wincing not because of the tone or the way that she was saying them but that word was going to drive him crazy. she was so beautiful and her eyes seemed to have been holding a lot of wisdom so why was she talking like a bimbo? he shook his head while pulling his shirt over his head and brushing a comb through the short brown tresses that laid with a bed head look on his head. he was not sure why he was analyzing this so much but he still did not understand how this girl was a killer, or even a suspect. she had slipped up once but it appeared that either the CIA had made a huge mistake and maybe he would end up going back to his “son” faster than he thought, or she was putting up a good façade and he was not going to be cracking her anytime soon. reaching for his phone, he sent his boss a message, quick a simple, wtf. before pushing the phone into his front pocket and walking out of the room. he was sure that the message would be analyzed for more meaning but it was a literal term this time. he did not understand why he was here, investigating the blonde bimbo but he had to at least have some trust in the CIA and their choices, even though with each passing word, his faith was waning ever so slightly. he had stepped back into the kitchen and took his spot back at the table, sipping at his coffee as he waited for her to make her reappearance. the coffee nearly went down the wrong pipe as she spoke and he coughed a little trying to clear his throat of the burning sensation rushing through his chest at this moment. ”no worries, it was a complete accident. i understand completely..” [/b] he muttered as he had made the same mistake and would not even understand how. he was meant to be more logical, more aware of his surroundings than her as he was an agent and she was just…well, he was unsure of her profession but it was bound to come up eventually. ”oh i know it’s l..”[/b]. his words stopping and his brows furrowing as he had almost thrown in that damned l word into his own sentence as she was apparently rubbing off on him faster than he had expected, |”not healthy but it’s a habit. i always just drink a coffee or three..”[/b] he grinned. it appeared that this one coffee was waking him up well enough without the assistance of the third cup and he was satisfied with that. he was not out of shape, as his morning attire demonstrated, his heart rate was always good, he was able to stay calm under pressure and he had the ability to have a long endurance for just about any exercise. he was a trained CIA agent, of course he was healthy but she did not know that, he had been informed that his secret profession was a business man and that was exactly what he had to be but most business men were not this fit. ”besides, i run a lot. I’m as fit as a fiddle..”[/b] and though the male never actually understood that expression, it slipped through his lips followed by a shrug, it was also a warning to the girl incase she was in fact the killer that was being hunted that he would not be taken down so easily. he raised his eyebrow, turning to look over his shoulder to see that she was already at the fridge, ”oh really don’t have to. I’ll grab a mcmuffin or something..”[/b] he muttered, realizing how unhealthy that sounded as well. he was really slipping up today and he figured it was the fact that he was distracted with a million thoughts in his mind and the beautiful blonde was not helping to reduce his distraction any less. he watched out of the corner of his eye as he heard the sound of pans being knocked together and quickly stood up from his spot, strolling over to her side. he had to watch, it was his own paranoid ways as he examined the food that she was cooking at the things that she was adding to the pan. ”so where did you learn how to cook?”[/b] he asked, his arms crossing while his back was to the counter that was next to the stove. ”right. moving in has kind of screwed with my head a little, I’ll be back to normal on Monday.”[/b] he said with a small chuckle. she wouldn’t be here on Monday but he would, he would be lurking and searching for anything that would help to put this girl to justice and though that pretty face might not survive jail, it had to be done. he knew what his job was, he knew what he had to do but it did not give him as much as a satisfaction as he would have thought. he usually got great joy in bringing a crook down but they were rarely girls and they were never this beautiful. he had to force himself to focus again while his eyes darted around the kitchen, taking in anything that could be used as a weapon if the moment came to that, ”so where would you be on a weekday?”[/b] he asked, trying to keep his tone more curious than interrogation but he was finding it hard. ”yea this place is big enough, I might need a map..”[/b] he chuckled at his own irony to the fact that his entire house was already know. he thought that he knew this house backward and forward but a little acting on his end was never a bad thing as he needed to gain her trust and showing him the house was a step closer. moving back to the table, the male sat down at his seat once more with the plate of food in his hand and looked down at it. the aroma was intoxicating and it was not long before cameron was lifting the fork up and taking a mouthful of eggs, ”wow. you are a damned good cook Charlie..”[/b], trying out a nickname to see if she approved of it. he gave a glance up to the ceiling, taking in the wooden structure that was hovering over his head, ”must be an old house. lived here all your life?”[/b] he asked while taking another forkful of eggs. this breakfast was certainly better than the coffee that was sitting but he could not help but down the rest of that either while his eyes caught hers and he gave her a smile. 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CHARLOTTE ANDREWS
UNIVERSITY STUDENT
contract killer/waitress
played by ruby[RS:2]
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Post by CHARLOTTE ANDREWS on Oct 8, 2012 2:31:47 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 200px;]shatter every window till it's all blown away tagged: cameron / wearing: hurr / wc: 1161 / ps. this really sucks
sometimes it was easy to forget that she, herself, was human too. that she was still only twenty two years old. that a girl like her in that age should be fresh out of college and starting a new life in her career. or that she should be in a relationship, maybe even get ready to settle down, start her own family or business. but to her, that seemed like an alternate universe. these people were aliens, living a different life style to her. the life they led were not normal. mainly because she grew up in a different environment than everyone else. she learned how to properly hold a gun before she even knew how to walk. she was taught how to shoot an arrow and hit the bull's eye before she learned how to ride a bike. she grew up being taught that killing was okay as long as you were killing the right person. that they deserved it. she grew up thinking that fighting was okay because that was what she did every minute she wasn't at school with her brother. since she was just a toddler, all she was ever taught was how to combat fight. she was learning everything that no normal adult should know, let alone a small girl. her moral compass had been messed with long before she had learned her abc's. killing people.... that was all she knew. that was familiar. it was what she was taught to do. it was what people who hired and protected her had encouraged her to do. no one ever told her it was wrong. she had been born a monster and the worst part of it all was that she didn't even know it was wrong. she thought she was doing the world a favour because she was killing off the bad guys. the rapists, murderers, mobsters, psychopaths. she was only giving them a taste of their own medicine. she wasn't doing anything bad. they deserved it. this was justice.
because how can she do wrong when the world around her pretty much pushed her to do these things? when she was shaped into the lying, manipulative, calculating, stone cold hearted bitch? it wasn't her fault that people shaped her this way. she didn't ask for this. she didn't ask to be born with a father that killed people as a career. she was simply doing what society was telling her to do. and she could cite, word for word, every word that anyone has ever spoken to her. she could tell you what they wore, what they told her, how they convinced her to kill people. it was only one of the many skills that people found useful. it was why she was good at what she did. she knew people. she studied them, and she could tell you their nervous habits within a day. she could spot a lie from a mile away. she remembered her first kill and every single one after that. she knew every information that left her victims' lips word for word. from their curses for her to their famous last words. she could tell you how some of her victims got off on her looks. how they were so easily hooked into her angelic features. or how luring her eyes and lips could be when put to good use. she could remember everything. and yet, she couldn't remember the last time she was truly happy or hung out with friends or went out to watch a movie. she couldn't remember the last time she gave a genuine smile or cried. because let's face it. there was no reason for her to be truly happy about. there wasn't a person in life that could hurt her enough to make her cry. because as much as she told herself that it wasn't important or a priority in life, she didn't have one single friend. she had bosses, customers, victims, and acquaintances. she didn't have a friend to go out drinking with, to tell secrets to, to have movie marathons with. all she had was she and herself. she had a family. she had a home. she had loved, but she lost it all when someone decided to murder her family.
but it was a dog eat dog world. either she killed or she was going to get world. life was about survival. she was just surviving. and as much as it pained her to play the ditzy girl and dumb herself dumb, it was the only way she was going to survive. it was the only way to make people think that she was innocent. and if her gut instincts were right, then she knew she had to be extra careful around her new roommate. because despite the fact that he seemed friendly and a really nice guy, something about him was just off. and again, it could be her paranoia talking, but sometimes it paid off to be paranoid. she let out a giggle, "three cups of coffee? that's like caffeine suicide!" she exclaimed, exaggerating what she said by throwing her hands in the air. she knew it wasn't true because god knows she's done that before, but she also knew that it wasn't exactly good for your body. she giggled childishly at the word fiddle, "oh, that's like a really good thing! i'm in like really good shape too cause like, i just absolutely like love to run." she told him with a grin. she didn't know if it was her, but it had sounded like he was trying to hint something. like he was warning her. it didn't matter. she didn't care how fit he is. she could tell simply from the muscles and abs he had sported when he was shirtless. but it posed no threat to charlie. she was lightening fast in her own terms. she grinned, glancing sideways at him, "oh, i like, picked it up from like my mom. we used to like cook dinner together." it was a lie, of course. she never bonded with her mom. she loved the woman to pieces, but there was never enough time to bond with her. she shrugged, "on a week day? like, school and work of course." she said with a giggle as if he was being silly for asking such a question. but she didn't like the tone in his voice when he asked the question. he sounded too inquisitive. like he was trying to dig up some information, but she pretended not to notice. she giggled with a blush, "oh, like, thank you! but ummm i like.... think you're just exaggerating. it can't be like that good." it was true. while she knew she was good at a lot of things, cooking was definitely not one of them. maybe adequate, but not exactly a damn good one. she pursed her lips for a second before shrugging, "well like, most of it i guess."
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