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naomi-the-breakable:

Naomi used the fantasy of escape as a means of keeping her positive and going forth. But, naturally, she also understood they wouldn’t survive it. They had no way of keeping themselves alive - at least, Naomi didn’t. She was growing to like the blonde the more they spoke, and she smiled sadly at the thought of her being swapped between foster homes. Just being taken once was scary enough. One minute she had been with family, and the next minute… she was pulled away. “They really need to make a better system for foster care. One that doesn’t suck for the kids involved.” She didn’t know as much as the other, but she knew enough. “No. I would have broken a bone. Though, I didn’t know that then. I just thought my parents were really weird about sports.” She answered, though she knew she hadn’t fully explained her disease. “The army, wow. That’s… gotta be scary.” She couldn’t hide her real feelings as well as she might have tried. But, the thought of war and being involved in something so much bigger than themselves… it was an honored scary. “I can’t even imagine having so many, though. Crazy. Did you all get sent to foster care together?”

It was Charlie’s area of expertise... she had always been the solution finder in the family. ‘Problem Solver’ wasn’t quite as accurate, as their solutions weren’t always moral or ethical, but she did find them..... she was the one that did what needed to be done in order to survive. It wasn’t what she wanted, but it was what she had to do. It was strange to think how that mentality had been absent from her life since she got to Brielle, too. “I think they could start by sterilizing people who aren’t fit to have kids. It ain’t the kids who are the issue.... the parents are the ones that fuck us all up,” Charlotte did recognize the root cause of the problem, after all. Kids in foster care wasn’t the issue-- it was the parents that put them in that position that created a need for the system, “How many have ya broken?” the blonde asked then, curiously. “Yeah....” Charlotte couldn’t think about it, not now. The only plus side to being in juvie, or foster care, or a group home, was that at least Ben would know where and how to reach her.... now, both of them were lost. “We grew up in the city but the neighbors always joked that we were a farm... raised by wolves, too,”  she smirked then, “Nahh... Ben n’ Amber were too old; me, the twins, and Freddie all got sent to different ones. The 3 of ‘em got sent together at first, then I think they split up the twins....” last she heard, Eliza was with Freddie, but Devon was on his own. “It’s all over the place,” she smiled tightly.

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jacksonriverview:

“My parents lived on a hippy commune. Save the planet, grow your own food, all that jazz,” Lying came effortlessly to him at this point. He didn’t want to deal with all the questions that came with being trapped into what basically amounted to the world’s worst cult. “Shit, I could really go for pizza now.”

“Well shit. Must’ve been some feat to get pizza the first time, then,” Charlotte said with a nod, trying to imagine how gated his community must’ve been, and the lengths needed to go in order to acquire pizza. “So you never got to have any normal things like McDonald’s n’ shit?” she asked, wondering the extent of his hippie past. “Dude.... me too. It’s like, a need right now,”

Purgatory  [OPEN]

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petitececeily:

Still standing up, it suddenly dawned on Cecily that she didn’t like this room either. The carpet. The carpet felt weird under her feet. She could feel it scratching the soles and could almost hear her nerves screaming in frustration. She couldn’t take her eyes off the floor. Pay attention. What’s she saying? “The one..the one with the medicines and machines..urm..”

“Medical ward. I feel ya. Fun in there, ain’t it?” Charlotte said quietly, her sarcastic tone hardly turning it into a question. “S’all good though. They doin’ what they need to,” there was no reason to worry a child as young as this one... they likely didn’t understand what was going on anyway.

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danger-and-beauty:

The blonde shot up her eyes red from crying. They’d recently changed rooms, a common occurrence at the institution and it meant that things often got lost in transition. “My apologies.” She said her voice raw. “What is it you’re looking for? I haven’t stumbled across anything yet, but I haven’t fully unpacked my stuff either.”

Charlie walked into the room, heading towards the dresser. “Upset ‘cause they got ya changin’ rooms again?” she asked, not looking directly at the girl as she opened the top drawer. “Just a shirt, it’s dark green,” Charlotte said casually, hoping against all odds it was here.”Long sleeved...”

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petitececeily:

“Thank you.” Cecily said rather awkwardly, taking a step into the darkened room. She was still getting her bearings, but anywhere seemed better than the room she had been assigned right now. “I can’t sleep in that room. Its weird.”

“What ward are ya in?” Charlie asked. Though none of the rooms were fabulous, personally she found the psych ward rooms to be a little less intimidating, fewer wires and things surrounding the beds. “That’s for sure, they don’t really know what rooms should look like for kids period,” she said, critiquing whoever chose it. “ ‘m Charlie, by the way,”

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petitececeily:

“ Urm..” Cecily said awkwardly, standing in the door of the room, wearing a tattered disney princess night grown ( the only thing she could wear to bed - the only thing she didn’t freak out over because the material didn’t irritate her ) and holding a old toy cat with pink ears. “ Can I..Can I sleep in here with you ? ”

Charlie was confused by the presence of the child, especially at this hour... but then again, it’s not like she was -or had been- any different. People irritated her, but she mentally in a place where lately she had been less outwardly disgusted by their presence... “Yeah, jus.... no screamin’.... it’s late, we ain’t supposed to be in here right now,” Charlotte stood up, walking past the girl. She peered down the hallway to make sure the coast was clear. It wasn’t the most pleasant of rooms to be in, but it beat being in her bedroom all night being bored as shit. “Why can’t ya sleep?” she asked, sitting back down where she had been before.

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Charlotte Marie Sinclair: MOODBOARD 

Charlie very much so lives by the saying  ‘Honey, you’ve gotta save yourself,” and  ‘I’m the hero of this story, I don’t need to be saved,’ . She is independent, ruthless, but only by necessity.... she is and was not a hard soul, but years of abuse, foster care, juvie, being sick, and being mistreated has molded her into someone who first comes across as bitter, salty, sassy. This isn’t because she wants to be, but because she has to be. Survival is her #1 priority. 

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For once, Charlotte -who was not a very ‘calm and quiet’ kind of person, appreciated just the presence of the boy. To just be able to talk, to get the words out there... it was nice for a girl who relied on secrecy for so much and so many parts of her life. Besides, she wasn’t about to rat him out... that wasn’t her style, and they likely had the same goals. “What, they don’t got pizza back where you’re from?” she said, turning her head. “Better, probably,”

Purgatory  [OPEN]

charlotteonfire:

She was officially on the ‘do not give a fuck about’ list for Brielle… no one disciplined or reprimanded her for doing things, and now she could fully do what she pleased in here. After all, most of her stunts were harmless, completely victimless… she just didn’t do well with standard ‘rules’. Still, she didn’t feel free. So even though it was the middle of the night and she was sitting in the corner of the library, she was completely undisturbed by the staff, and alone except for the other person next to her. 

“It’s kinda funny, ain’t it,” Charlie started, “It’s like 1 a.m., we’re tired, but we can’t sleep. We don’t wanna be in here, but we can’t leave either. They said they gon’ fix us, but we ain’t gettin fixed up neither,” it was more emotional or ‘deep’ than Charlotte ever was, “We want pizza for lunch, but they don’t got that on the menu anymore,” that was her attempt at comic relief, in her extremely sleep deprived state. They were stuck.

“Uh-huh, great,” Jack nodded, hardly listening to her as he skimmed the books in front of him. He needed to catch up as much as he could to figure out what he’d missed, what had been going on. He’d hoped that by sneaking out after curfew, he’d be left alone in the library. If only…

Still, he supposed it might have been nice to talk to someone who so far didn’t seem to deny that this place was anything other than it was. Maybe she had some useful information, at least. He made an attempt at conversation. “I haven’t had pizza in years. It still taste good?”

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Purgatory  [OPEN]

She was officially on the ‘do not give a fuck about’ list for Brielle... no one disciplined or reprimanded her for doing things, and now she could fully do what she pleased in here. After all, most of her stunts were harmless, completely victimless... she just didn’t do well with standard ‘rules’. Still, she didn’t feel free. So even though it was the middle of the night and she was sitting in the corner of the library, she was completely undisturbed by the staff, and alone except for the other person next to her. 

“It’s kinda funny, ain’t it,” Charlie started, “It’s like 1 a.m., we’re tired, but we can’t sleep. We don’t wanna be in here, but we can’t leave either. They said they gon’ fix us, but we ain’t gettin fixed up neither,” it was more emotional or ‘deep’ than Charlotte ever was, “We want pizza for lunch, but they don’t got that on the menu anymore,” that was her attempt at comic relief, in her extremely sleep deprived state. They were stuck.

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danger-and-beauty:

“Now I’ve already asked you to leave me alone, don’t make me ask you again!” She shouted her voice broken, “I just want to go home.”

“Hold your horses there, Wendy. I ain’t no Peter Pan,” she said, more or less ignoring the girl. “Y’all got some shit in here that was mine from my old room,”

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naomi-the-breakable:

“Maybe we could drive, then. I’m 16. We just couldn’t get pulled over.” She smiled, winking at the thought of doing something ‘bad.’ Something entirely outside of her comfort zone. But, mostly, she just enjoyed daydreaming about the possibility of escaping. “Just one.” She answered quietly. It felt awkward knowing how pathetic her story seemed in comparison to others, but yet, her sad tale affected her so deeply. “But, yeah, it’s definitely kind of upsetting to be tossed around so quickly. Did that happen to you, too?” The way the girl spoke about foster care made it seem she knew more about it than she let on initially. Not that she seemed ashamed or bothered, but just that she knew all about it. “Well, I’ll be honest - it’s really not all that anyways. Seems funner to actually be playing that to sit in an uncomfortable chair and watch.” She admitted, shrugging her shoulders. The way the blonde got to experience sports sounded more interesting. “Did your brother turn professional?” She wondered, “Well, kind of. I mean, it’s nowhere as fancy or huge, but… it’s like Central Park for me.” She explained. She’d never seen Central Park, but she could only imagine that it would be more extravagant than Naomi would prefer. “You know… when the older siblings and younger siblings get more attention because they’re the first or they’re the last. The middle child is just there.” She paused, adding, “Supposedly. Favoritism or whatever.”

Charlie smirked at that. Like Bonnie and Clyde, getaway car style. That sounded like something she would do, in theory.... it was kind of impossible right now in reality, but Charlotte enjoyed the thought, and she was glad Naomi did too. “1 is all it takes,” Charlie replied with a knowing nod. It wasn’t a competition, it didn’t matter how long you were in the system or how many times you got shuffled around.... it fucking sucked. “Yeah.... a couple times, in and out,” the blonde wasn’t sure how much detail she wanted to share with the girl. She liked her, and although she was always blatantly honest, she didn’t want to scare Naomi off, or have her think she was this crazy person.... foster care was a lot, but juvie, group homes, and homelessness might be tipping the iceberg a bit. “You never got to?” she asked then. Naomi didn’t seem shy enough to not join in on something she wanted to do or be a part of. “Not that good. He ran off and joined the circus a little while back instead,” Charlie shrugged. Things like making it big didn’t happen to the Sinclair’s.... they struggled to just make it, period. “--Army,” the blonde clarified then. “Still, it sounds pretty cool. Must’a been surrounded by trees n’ shit to begin with there, like livin’ in a giant park,” she mused. “Oh,” Charlotte exclaimed, feeling a bit pathetic for not knowing of it, “I dunno... maybe?” it kind of hit her, though.... it was pretty damn accurate. After all, she clearly wasn’t present enough to be taken to the doctors or anything when she was starting to have symptoms. “It was mostly just me n’ my siblings, I don’t think we got to really favor anyone. Amber, Ben, me, Devon, Eliza, and Freddie,” she said. Technically Nick was up there too, but it didn’t even cross her mind to include him. 

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seenoevilalastair:

Alastair wasn’t much for getting into trouble. Honestly, he tried to avoid it because he saw nothing beneficial come from it. It just seemed like more of a pain than anything else. At least that’s how he felt, but he knew that there were some “troubled” cases at Brielle, and though he wouldn’t have called her one, he definitely saw her as one of the more rebellious. He had had a couple encounters with her, but not enough to really know who she was. Of course he knew her name, he even recognized it now but he didn’t truly know her. So when he was minding his own business and someone suddenly grabbed his wrist and started pulling him forward, he tried his best not to trip and fall on his face. “S-shit! Wha—Who’s there?” the boy blinked hard as though blinking would somehow clear the darkness that had since swallowed his sight. No one answered as he just half assumed he must know whoever this was. 

The hands were cold and the wrist and fingers were slim. A girl’s hand? He felt a hot flush cross his cheeks as he said nothing and tried to keep up with the pulling until they abruptly stopped and he heard a click of the door behind them. He had lost track of the twist and turns of the halls and didn’t even know where he was. Clearing his throat awkwardly he used his other hand to gently tap the cold thin hand that had captured his wrist. “Um… So… Hint please as to who just kidnapped me?” A nervous laugh echoed from his lips as he stared at the person hoping they would answer soon.

@charlotteonfire

“Well it ain’t no Ariana Grande,” Charlotte replied half sarcastically.... although he couldn’t see it, she was smiling. This was just how Charlie was.... she rarely if ever asked for permission-- if she had an idea, or wanted to do something, and you were a part of the plan.... surprise, you were roped in. It worked both ways, of course, but it didn’t happen to her nearly as often in here as it did back home. The hallway was dark, and although Charlotte had experience with it being in dark places, this was something a bit different. “You know how to pick locks?” she said then. Besides.... if they were ever to get caught, they’d probably go easier on a kid who was blind, too. “There’s a room, I haven’t seen it open yet, but I heard there might be some pretty cool shit in there,” Charlie knew she could just as easily done this herself, but..... she didn’t want to. She wanted Alastair to too. The blonde had a feeling he might like it. 

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dallasambrose:

“Well I had to make sure it worked right before I used it.” Whenever Charlotte was around a smirk was plastered on his face. She could give him shit as well as she could take it and Dallas loved that. “You think I look like a fuckboy!” Laughing he gave himself a once over in his mirror and couldn’t necessarily deny her backhanded compliment. “Its clean enough. I used a match and burned it up real good before anything so that should had done the trick.”

“You have a tattoo on ya face dude... the tattoo gun ain’t the thing you should be worried about not workin’,” Charlie said, a hint of sarcasm in her voice as she tried to suppress a smirk. “Only a l’il...........”  at that point, she had to let out her laugh. “That’s so sketchy..... I mean it fits ‘cause it’s just as sketch as that ‘gun, but like....”

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naomi-the-breakable:

Naomi’s face paled at the mention of potential trouble. It was her first day, after all. She hadn’t even been here an hour. And, the blonde didn’t exactly deserve to be punished, just for sitting outside. “I guess we could just run north - go to my house, and we’ll put you on a plane to Detroit…. except…” Her voice trailed away, “I don’t exactly know where to call home anymore, you know? Foster family.” It wasn’t a secret, but the vile in her voice could be heard. Her parents were dirt, but foster families only held trouble. Or so said the rumors she heard. She was drawn back from her thoughts, though, at the mention of hockey, “I, uh, never played, no. It looked fun, though. I think I went to one Capitals game, but otherwise I guess I just stayed away from it all together. I wasn’t much of an athlete. Did you?” She questioned, looking up, “Most people, though, would probably say the Space Needle is the best part of Seattle, but I always liked Green Lake Park. Just a lake, but… it was always super beautiful. Quiet. Left you time to just enjoy nature.” She preferred the quiet parts of life, “What about Detroit?” She asked, knowing very little about the city itself, “Oh wow. Is middle child syndrome real? And, yeah.. it’s quiet without siblings.”

“I’m 15...I wouldn’t be able to travel without some legal paper shit or somethin’,” Charlie frowned slightly, but that wasn’t the point of the conversation, so she quickly dismissed it. She perked up a little once she absorbed the others’ words. “What’s your count?” for once, for the first time since she’d gotten here, Charlie felt like she could relate to someone.... even on the smallest of levels. She wasn’t a complete outcast, she wasn’t just the ‘foster care kid’ anymore. “I get it... it’s kinda fucked how they’re all like ‘this is your new home.... jk you’re swappin’ out asap,” at least, that’s how it had been back east for her. “That’s sick,” the blonde admired. “Nah.... unfortunately not. We used to watch the tigers play all the time though... we’d sneak up or climb up some building near by and try to watch what was goin’ on inside. We didn’t even get caught that often,” another good memory... brief, faint, but good nonetheless. “A bit... hockey’s expensive as shit. We’d make a rink n’ play sometimes though. My brother was real good,” she mused. “Is that kinda like the Central Park for Seattle? I never been to New York but they always talk ‘bout how that’s the only ‘park’ in the city,” Charlie tried her best to relate. They barely knew each other, but it was easy to see why this Green Lake Park was such a preference to Naomi... it suited her. “ ‘There was always somethin’ t’do... ‘specially in the summer. Everyone kind of runs on their own....” Charlotte mused. “Middle Child Syndrome...?”

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t-ferrero:

Charlie’s comments made Thomas giggle at the thought of being put in an institution for being lethally in love. What a silly thing to be locked away for. His reality was – in his eyes – much worse than that. If only it was for love. Instead he was taking pills left and right just to keep the seizures at bay. And even then, sometimes it didn’t work. Thomas’ thoughts went back to the pizza when she introduced a strange combination of green peppers, pepperoni, and pineapple. He was more of a ham and pineapple kind of dude, but he found it rather enticing that she, too, liked pineapple on her pizza. That wasn’t something that was appreciated by many. To some, it was an acquired taste. And while most people didn’t care for it, he adored it. Her proposition of going to make pizza together was a delectable idea. Just talking about it was making his stomach rumble. “I guess there’s only one way to find out. I’ll have to try your concoction though, I’ve never had all of that on a pizza at once. How did you come up with the perfect arrangement?”

Charlie had a very simple way of categorizing people in Serenity, and now Brielle.... there were those of them that had fucked up lives, as she considered herself, those who were completely out to lunch -people who were in bizarre news story type situations like being in a cult, whose parents were already off their rockers and raised them like that too- and then the kids who had pretty normal lives until they came here-- generally those were the medical patients, save a few. Thomas, in Charlotte’s mind, fit pretty neatly into the last category... simple problems in a simple life. It didn’t make her see him any differently, really... it was more of just an observation. Talking about pizza, though, was a welcome change of conversation for the blonde.... it was simple. “Years and years of trial and error,” she laughed lightly, a real smile flashing onto her features. “Are you sure you’re ready for it though??” she raised a brow then. 

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perfectnorah:

“Bitch and Asshole, wow, you fill some great roles around here. Who knew someone could be so…well rounded.” Norah belittled the girl and lounged on a chair. She rolled her eyes at the girl’s comments, “Sure. Whatever helps you, wannabe barbie. One usually apologizes for their mistakes but I guess we can’t all be expected to be held to such high standards.”

“Someone’s gotta do it.... it’s a public service, really,” Charlie laughed. “I ain’t the one that shits glitter.... sure you got someone to clean that up for you n’ everything, though. Must suck to know you’ll never reach it, huh short stop?”

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naomi-the-breakable:

So, there was a curfew? How did that work? How was that even fair? Naomi couldn’t help all the thoughts that were running through her brain - how would she survive this? The more the blonde explained, the more the brunette could feel her palms begin to get sweaty and her nerves put her in high gear. “Are we going to get in trouble, then? For being out here?” Maybe she shouldn’t have wandered away from her tour guide… or prison leader, whichever fit better. Naomi shrugged at the mention of snow - she felt neither here nor there about it. “Sometimes, I think snow is pretty. I mean, when it first falls and it’s super white… the cars haven’t destroyed it with mud and other crap. My parents use to let me build snowmen in the backyard and go ice skating…” The mention of her parents made her sigh. Those memories felt so tainted now. “I s’pose. I’ve never lived anywhere I would call a ‘shit hole,’ I guess. I mean, maybe a weird situation, but I loved Seattle.” She replied softly, meaning no offense, “Nope. Just me. Are you the oldest?”

“In theory, I mean.... we could,” she started, peering at the doors of Brielle, illuminated against the dark of night. “It don’t look like anyone’s desperate to find us though. At least not right now,” she said. “I wonder what would happen if we tried to run?” Charlotte said then, wonder aloud. It was certainly an option, but it wasn’t planned out... she didn’t know where she was, she wasn’t certain it would work, or be successful, rendering it pointless. The blonde wasn’t entirely sure why she had included the other girl in her thought, but.... “Yeah... for a little bit, it’s like a snow globe or somethin’,” Charlie smiled then, a faint one as she remembered all the Michigan winters she’d faced. The first snowfall was always the best, everything was still clean, pristine. “Y’all ever played hockey over there?” she wondered then, remembering all the winters as a small child that her family would be on the ice, Charlie trying to keep up with her older siblings. “What’d you like the most about Seattle?” she asked then, genuinely curious. She didn’t mind this girls company. “Smack dab in the middle. Can’t imagine havin’ no siblings.... that’s crazy,”