took the razor in my hand / joining

[charlotte.]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]Commotion never fails to garner the attention of a predator. In this case, distant sounds of voices overlapping one another reaches the ears of one Charlotte Mikaelson-Folie. Intrigued, the immense wildcat rises to her paws and sets off towards the origin. Lean muscles ripple beneath a brilliant ginger pelt, drawing attention to the unusual array of cream stripes partitioning sections of her body. In spite of her considerable size and the brittle state of the dry grass, Charlie makes a stealthy approach. No one seems to notice her presence among the chaotic throng of people; just another face among many.

The former loner is plenty happy to remain silent until to clamor dies down so not to contribute to the noise, but Rosewar's comment seems to strike a chord. Ginger ears flatten against her skull as a snarl peels from black lips. "If only it were possible for your mam ta return a baby, then maybe we wouldn't have'ta listen to ya talk. Maybe we'd have someone who contributes somethin' beneficial to the conversation." Suffice to say Charlotte endured her fair share of taunts due to her, uh, vampiric nature. Kids hate what they don't understand, and a peer who only drinks the blood of the living falls under that umbrella. Back in her day, at least. She considers insulting Rosewar further, but decides it would be unwise to do so.

Instead, the golden tigress fixates stormy grey eyes upon Loverboy. Poor kid just can't catch a break, huh? She gives him a pointed once-over before flashing a smirk. "Can't see nothin' a bath and a good meal can't fix." Some people just need a little TLC. Not a bunch of people makin' fun of their looks or their name. Fuckasses. Charlotte might look amused, but she has half a mind to box someone in the mouth.