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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2011 11:56 am
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Charles blinked. The scenery instantly changed. Hasn't she only been 'gone' for a minute? More like an hour. There were little groups of students, but the room was a little too quiet. Charlotte threw her short pinkish hair over her shoulder and continued to examine the students. Some delinquent of some sort, a girl whom you would call 'normal', a punk girl who had a slight demonic aura leaking from her, a girl with a mysterious sense and a cat-guy.. person. Charlotte always did judge people by their appearances, caring less of what others think. "Ha--ahhhh." She yawned, of course bringing her hand up to cover it. Was she tired or just plain bored? Charles pulled on the metal leg of a nearby table, ripping off a chunk, as if it was a piece of paper. She played around with the iron, but many will just believe it was pure strength. Charlotte played around with the chunk's shape; bending it, twirling it, poking holes through it. Yeah, its boredom.
[ [/facepalm. I just realized I spelled manipulation wrong. D: ]
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