Charlotte had stormed off after Michael, the man she had been associated with had stupidly walked up to two of the most Hate Fueled men, and started his own little diatribe of "swastikas" like he wasn't afraid. She got into the car slamming the drivers side door.

Ms. Dyson, I do declare you have chosen the wrong man to lay your arm on, darlin'.

He's a weak minded, pathetic excuse for a human bein', ma'am.

Perhaps you should get on, while the gettin' is good.

"Most of the men here are so vile."

She looked at him.

"But perhaps you are right sir."

She smiled.

She stepped out of the car, slamming the door shut again.

"You think it has a thing to do with you joining them or not. They are one of the most powerful sources in this company. Nazi is a brutal man in the ring, and out. I've been around this company, I've worked in the office and had the pleasure of seeing files and videos. Wyatt here seems like he might be a force to be reckoned with as well, and yet you want to play my dick is bigger with them. You are putting everything you ever loved at risk. Not that you'd give a shit about anything other than your blood family."

She pauses for a moment and then he goes to speak.

"And not to mention what happens if you piss them off and disappear like you've been doing? What happens then? What if something was to happen to me?"

"You can't assure that if you aren't here."

Charlotte looks at him.

"You wont even know if you aren't here. So how can you be so sure that you'll be able to protect me, your children or your brother."

Charlotte pulled back a little.

"You can't promise that. Gun running is a part of your life. It's a part of your job. I wont ask you to stop. It's what you are."

She looks down.

"You just... you cant do both. You can't promise to protect me, and be gone. It's not possible."

"You should want to do it for you and your children. Not because of me. They deserve their father, as much as I deserve a man who's going to love me."

She looked at him.

"What do you want me to say Michael?"

Charlotte looked at him.

(11-07-2013, 12:57 AM)Michael McBride Said: He flicked his cigarette and looked at her.



"Not a damn thing."

He said before grabbing her. He slammed his lips to her's and kissed her deeply, filling her with love and passion.

Dr. Zero vomited. It was pink, if you must know.

Dr. Zero looks back at Michael.

"Where are my manners? The name is Dr. Zero. A pleasure to meet you."

He offers his hand for a shake. A devious shake, indeed.

Charlotte, you need to leave McBride alone and pop that pussy for a real person.

(11-07-2013, 02:01 PM)Liz Hathaway Said: Charlotte, you need to leave McBride alone and pop that pussy for a real person.

"The always eloquent Elizabeth Hathaway, ladies and gentlemen! Truly, inspirational words. Bravo, bravo!"

An obviously feigned round of applause for the girl with obviously feigned intelligence comes through the same loudspeaker that the words came from.

Sorry, you lost me after Hathaway. Your soothing voice saying my name reminds me of that day when it got freaky between me and you in the Headquarters of Tirgris Corporation.

Charlotte stands there just listening to the two women. She doesn't really speak and it seemed as if Wyatt and Michael were having a staring contest.

"Hello. No, by all means, feel free to stay. I'm just watching this happen."

Charlotte smiled to Olive.

(11-07-2013, 02:58 PM)Olive Pendershore Said: I like how here in the XWF there's only a slow decline of disappointment rather than those who rank highest to lowest in merit. Instead determining worth I just have to figure out who's less of a disappointment mentally and then gauge who to speak to from there. That being said....it seems I walked into the wrong room. My mistake.

I'm sorry Olive, is there something that you wanted to say? Your irrelevance and importance in this company overshadowed whatever it was you had to say.

(11-07-2013, 02:45 PM)Liz Hathaway Said: Sorry, you lost me after Hathaway. Your soothing voice saying my name reminds me of that day when it got freaky between me and you in the Headquarters of Tirgris Corporation.

Once more, the loudspeaker hanging, wait a second - where was the loudspeaker, anyway? Obviously, Miranda wasn't at the scene physically, and yet her voiced echoed throughout the night. Odd, odd occurrence.

"You lost me as well. Somewhere between when you were droning about my voice and insinuating, whatever the fuck you thought was some clever way to end a response. It didn't really help that I paid more attention to the sounds of traffic when you were speaking, but still.

Hold on, you weren't even speaking to me, were you? I don't know a thing about the Tirgris Corporation, let alone have access to their headquarters. Maybe, just maybe you have the wrong person.

I have a bridge in Brooklyn I'm looking to sell, and you have just enough intellect to be able to manage it."

OOC: Damn forgetfulness. You win this round, Tirgris!

Hey Conner, got any weed?

OOC: TYPOS!!!!!!!!!!!

IC: Considering that Gilmours IQ was below the level of mental , I don't know if that was a compliment or an insult.

Charlotte yanked her arm away from Michael.

"I am not a toy to be yanked around. Excuse me, but I have some thinking to do."

She walked away and got into her car, locking the doors.

Let's pass that blunt around.

Liz takes a drag of the blunt and then blows the smoke in Olive's face.

Your funny, Olive. I've never heard of you until today, and yet, I am impresed by your smart remarks and intelligence. It's rather cute.

"So now's the point in which Hathaway throws her hands up, panting because people are speedwalking circles around her in the art of insult? Thank you, I was fearing that she'd perpetually drone on about, whatever it is that she has on her mind at the moment. Fuck, you'd think with whatever buzz she's gotten to think she's somehow above anyone who isn't Peter Gilmour would prove to be somehow, partially true. Then again, this company has an odd way of putting people who deserve nothing on a pedestal, be it positively, or so they can more easily toss stones."

The sound of fingers pressing keys on a keyboard can be heard faintly over the light hum of breath and buzz of a monitor, coming of course through the same, still hidden loudspeaker.

Charlotte started up her car and began to pull out of the parking lot. She had to get away from all this drama and just drive. When everyone would see her again was a question she was going to leave, unanswered.

Are you implying that the idiotic individuals in this company are the ones that stand above the rest? So this is why people like Gilmour is more talked about than you. Makes sense.

OOC: What the fuck is it, tag team Liz day? Lol

(11-07-2013, 04:51 PM)Liz Hathaway Said: Are you implying that the idiotic individuals in this company are the ones that stand above the rest? So this is why people like Gilmour is more talked about than you. Makes sense.

OOC: What the fuck is it, tag team Liz day? Lol

"If I was talked about, that would very well compromise my work. You see, you aren't too bright, and I have no time nor desire to explain it to you. I exist, merely as a fly on the wall, for all you need to know. Time will tell if you'll see further, or blankly stare in its direction. My money, and I am a betting woman, is on the latter.

So in a sense, you can interpret it anyway you like. Because, the time to explain it to you is too valuable to be wasted on a mouthbreather like you.

That bridge in Brooklyn offer is still valid, however."

OOC: No, that's every day. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

OOC: You two (Miranda and Olivis) win this round. But I will be back with more broaden vocabulary!