I am called Charlotte. I'm sitting opposite Zoe and gossiping about her to Tina, my mini-, erm, I mean "friend".
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| - | You refuse to clap along with the other girls, opting to turn up your nose and apply a new layer of your Christian Louboutin | + | You refuse to clap along with the other girls, opting to turn up your nose and apply a new layer of your Christian Louboutin lip-gloss. After all, Ms Whoever-She-Was said the Academy was going to turn you into a princess, but Daddy already called you his plenty of times, it would do nothing but just solidify your status. |
| - | You eye the other girls on your table, taking in the empty seat next to Tina with interest, but your eyes rest on the meek girl before you. A perfect victim lacks self-confidence, | + | You eye the other girls on your table, taking in the empty seat next to Tina with interest, but your eyes rest on the meek girl before you. A perfect victim: lacks self-confidence, too pitiful to actually make friends and won't do anything to stand up for herself. Just like Tina. |
| - | You turn to Tina, "Isn't she sad? What does she think she's wearing?" Your eyes flicker over to hers and you see her hiding behind her menu. ''Hmm, this could be fun.'' | + | You turn to Tina and whisper, "Isn't she sad? What does she think she's wearing?" Your eyes flicker over to hers and you see her hiding behind her menu. |
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| + | ''Hmm, this could be fun.'' | ||
Do you: | Do you: | ||
| - | *[[Start a terrible rumour about the girl]] | + | |
| - | *[[Decide it's too late for this and just take a menu]] | + | *[[Start a terrible rumour about the girl. Perhaps something about her dad?]] |
| - | *[[Wait until food is served to find a better way to humiliate the girl]] | + | |
| + | *[[Decide it's too late for this and just take a menu. The food should be all right.]] | ||
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| + | *[[Wait until food is served to find a better way to humiliate the girl. Can't do your work on an empty stomach.]] | ||
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| + | *[[Leave the shy girl alone. You've got better things to do then beat up on another Tina. There's no challenge.]] | ||
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Current revision as of 09:10, 16 March 2021
You refuse to clap along with the other girls, opting to turn up your nose and apply a new layer of your Christian Louboutin lip-gloss. After all, Ms Whoever-She-Was said the Academy was going to turn you into a princess, but Daddy already called you his plenty of times, it would do nothing but just solidify your status.
You eye the other girls on your table, taking in the empty seat next to Tina with interest, but your eyes rest on the meek girl before you. A perfect victim: lacks self-confidence, too pitiful to actually make friends and won't do anything to stand up for herself. Just like Tina.
You turn to Tina and whisper, "Isn't she sad? What does she think she's wearing?" Your eyes flicker over to hers and you see her hiding behind her menu.
Hmm, this could be fun.
Do you:
| Status (and obviously soon schedule) | ||
| Mood | Devious | Equipment:
A gold sequined bodice dress, black heels and a purse containing and iPhone, debit card and designer lipgloss. |
| ?? | ? | |
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