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It's Brittany, Bitch | Ερις (eristic) wrote in paxletalelogs,

"Pussies."

On second thought, Charlie was actually glad they'd both vehemently denied her suggestion. The...feelings, if one were to call them that, were getting stronger the longer she held open the jar. She wanted to...hit something, and not necessarily out of anger, but just to feel the bones in her hand smash against someone else's flesh. Setting the camera on the pedestal from where she'd gotten the jar, she grabbed the lid and screwed it back on, cutting off the smell though it was certainly still present in the room.

She swapped the jar for the camera, and then took a few paces towards the woman, the inkling that she knew her from somewhere still nagging her in the back of her mind. Like...she was a distant relation or something, but Charlie had no idea who her family was and didn't really care, either. She held out the camera, her face carefully stoic.

"So, what, you're going to figure out why this is all happening?"