take responsibility {jimmy. open.}

[charlotte]

I'm fragile, mister, just like any girl would be...
And so misunderstood so treat me delicately.

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Charlotte was looking out the window. There was no way to break it, not that Charlotte wanted to. She was looking at the window not so much looking out of it. Actually, she was trying to see her reflection. Charlotte stared at the bars and realized that it distorted the girl frowned momentarily. It would have to do. There was no other place for her to practice. She closed her eyes for a moment and the young woman stood up on her toes. She really wished that she had her toe shoes. Charlotte checked her position in the mirror and made sure that her attitude was right.

Despite her being in the Manor she didn't put her dreams on hold. She was convinced she would be a great ballerina someday. If she played her cards right then maybe she could be a prima ballerina. She could be part of a wonderful company. Maybe if she worked hard enough a Russian one. She had the skills it was a matter of being found out or not. Charlotte was learning though and she was certain that she would become great enough to be a part of a team. She oozed with grace and her eyes closed. It was as though every step of hers came so naturally and she moved so deliberately and so softly. Sergei said that she looked like a swan about to take flight.

She wanted to dance. There were times when Charlotte felt like dancing and it coursed through her being like the blood through her veins. She wore a pair of red shoes. Not literally of course, but a dancer always had on a pair of red shoes. It came from a ballet about a girl who chose to dance instead of do things like go to church and take care of her mother. Eventually, God grew angry with the girl and she was forced to dance continuously until she had to have her feet chopped off. It paralleled the life of a dancer in many ways. A ballerina danced forever or as long as they possibly could. Sometimes, it was age and the dancer was unable to dance. Other times, the guilt of the shoes were far too heavy for some dancers to carry along their shoulders. Some girls stopped dancing when they became “too old” for it and grew into more mature things but not Charlotte. She needed her toe shoes.

She took a few steps back and frowned. There was no way for her to dance correctly without her shoes. She sighed and her shoulders dropped momentarily before she glanced over at everyone else was was mindlessly hanging around. She frowned. This would never ever do. Sergei would be so angry that she had not been practicing.

She ran her thin and delicate fingers through her dark chocolate hair and the young woman looked around. She had found a few people to follow and the young girl bit down on her lower lip. Charlotte really wanted to find more people or somebody special.
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[Sid "Jimmy" Snider]

Slew of things made Sid mad – made him switch his “moods” without him even realizing that he switched. To him, Jimmy was a real person – maybe it wasn’t exactly a physical or mental “split” like split personalities or multiple personalities, but when he was feeling like Jimmy well… Jimmy was real. There was no other way around it – his sister tried to tell him Jimmy wasn’t real, he’d flip out. The doctors tried to tell him Jimmy wasn’t real, he’d flip out. Jimmy was real. There were no ifs ands or buts about it. It had put him in a pretty irritated mood after his session with a nurse who had tried to convince him – again – that Jimmy wasn’t real. But Jimmy was real, so he had found himself fed up and with a sharp tongue and had spat out in a tantrum of swears and insults, which had made a guard pull him out of the room. They didn’t have to sedate him – he was being good with his reckless punching, especially when he was in his Jimmy mood, but his voice, his agitation had grown nearly through the roof. He huffed almost angrily as he shoved off the guard’s hand as he walked to the recreational time room.

They wanted him to “interact” with others, to make him more “comfortable” about well… himself. He was quite comfortable with himself – thank you very much. He had friends – Willow and Alec were plenty, and he was – well, Sid was – falling for Willow, so he had no other issues. He didn’t need anyone else, honestly, and he was fine with that. The sooner he got out, the better. But no, they had told him to get out, he had to make friends and you know – convince himself that Jimmy wasn’t real.

Wasn’t going to fucking happen.

He gave a huff as he entered the room, staring almost with deadly eyes at the annoying brats that were looming around the place. Mostly low profiles, which meant that it was only him and his guard today as the only non-freedom patient and lacky. He rolled his eyes and sat on the couch, his eyes falling on a girl who was previously dancing before she stopped and seemed to look around. He smiled – his eyes watching his prey… she was one of those annoying voiced girls with the annoying dependency on others, but the fun thing? She was one of those that would fall right into a trap, had he been in the mood to play a trap…

And considering he was still feeling his Jimmy mood setting in for a while, why not? He clicked his tongue, a mischievous smile creeping onto his face, “Girly~,” he snickered, his eyes glued to the Japanese decent girl, “Wanna play? I’m bored.” his words had made his guard tense up, eyes narrowing at him and he simply waved at the man, “Calm down. I just want to play. I won’t hurt her – I’m not a man eating demon,” he stated, dryly, his eyes never leaving his target: Charlotte Fujimoto.

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[charlotte]

I'm fragile, mister, just like any girl would be...
And so misunderstood so treat me delicately.

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If there was one thing that Charlotte hated it was being alone. She had never really ever been alone before and she didn’t know what to do with herself when she was left to her own devices. Being left all alone was a frightening prospect for Charlotte and she didn’t know what to do. She tugged the sleeve of her pale sweater. She hadn’t run into Jeremiah and her main source of direction had been taken away from her. She really missed Sergei. Sergei always knew what to do. The young woman wished she knew what he was doing at the moment. Actually, she was certain he would tell her what to do. He would give her back her toe shoes and then tell her to dance. She wanted to dance. There was no place to dance. He wouldn’t take that answer she knew that he wouldn’t take an answer like that. He would probably yell at her and tell her to try harder. Though that was how he was. He was just the best leader.

Charlotte had yet to find a true leader. Jeremiah was nice but he was a bit…well. He was a bit crazy and she wasn’t nearly as religious as him. Charlotte needed someone more dominating with a dominant personality for her to cling onto like a remora fish to a shark’s underbelly. The little lady wanted to be with someone. She awkwardly rocked on her feet. Her hands were placed before her and she fidgeted. Her thin fingers intertwined with each other.

Miss Fujimoto perked up when she heard something. It was something directed towards her. Girly, Charlotte stared at Sid with a small smile. It wasn’t really Sid though. It wasn’t Sid. The young woman tilted her head. That wasn’t Sid—she realized through talking to other people as well as seeing Sid and Willow with each other. That wasn’t Sid at all. The young girl watched him and she tilted her head to the side as her dark hair tumbled over her shoulders. Charlotte smiled when she realized that he was talking to her.

Play. What a wonderful word. She wondered what it’s implications were. Charlotte wasn’t especially shy or prudish by any means. The young woman was certain that she should walk away that she should avoid him now but the idea of being useful or having someone tell her what to do was like waving pot in front of a Rastafarian listening to Bob Marley. It was just too good to pass up.

Charlotte smiled as she walked forward. The girl nodded as she made her way over to the couch. He hadn’t instructed her to sit on it so she stood before him and placed her hands before her as she leaned forward as though she were about to offer a polite East Asian styled boy. She kept roughly six or so inches away from him and she bit down gently on her lower lip. “What do you want to play?”
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[Sid "Jimmy" Snider]

Interesting. It was quite interesting how easily susceptible people were when he was in the mood to actually fuck with them. He didn’t do it often anymore, seeing as the guards were on his case almost all the time now, and that was brilliantly annoying, but that he could live with. He wasn’t allowed to get into his fist fights or play his sports – that mildly irritated him but when he found a little play toy, well. That was a different story. He had seen her following around a high profile around recently – the Jesus guy or whatever – and had snickered. If she was so willing and opt to play with him, what wouldn’t want her to play with lil ol’ Jimmy here? She smiled and walked over to him, interested.

He smirked; rolling his eyes as his guard seemingly tensed up, especially when she leaned forward towards him and asked what he wanted to play. The guard growled at him as he raised his hand and gently put it on her head, petting her almost like a dog. He had seen how she had liked her physical touches, and as soon as the guard saw he wasn’t going to physically hurt her, he had visibly relaxed, “I don’t know,” he had drawled, almost hypnotic as he trailed his fingers gently through her bangs as he pet her head, “I think maybe we should just talk and relax. I’m quite interested in talking with you,” he stated, bored. He was hoping she would take the bait and fall into a trap he was mentally preparing. Oh, how clever he was when it came to on the spot thinking.

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[charlotte]

I'm fragile, mister, just like any girl would be...
And so misunderstood so treat me delicately.

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Charlotte was an easily moved girl. She had always been weak when it came to more dominant personalities. Sid was normally on the same level as her but Jimmy on the other hand was totally and completely different. She was rather fond of Jimmy. The young woman watched her as she quietly watched him. Charlotte’s lips were curled up into a cheerful smile and the prospect of playing was an inviting one. Jeremiah only gave her so much to do and she was willing to play with someone more dominant. The young girl bit down on her lower lip and the girl listened to him snicker. Her dark almond shaped eyes closed and she giggled.

When she opened her eyes again he saw her smirk. Someone growled and she quickly glanced over in that direction. Her dark chocolate hair tumbled over her thin shoulder and she tucked her hair back behind her ear and glanced back over at Jimmy again. His hand was placed on her head and she closed her eyes as she leaned into his hand like she were a cat.

She was a physical person and enjoyed being touched. It had been so long since she felt a kind hand on her. It reminded her of Sergei. When she had done something well he placed his large hand on her head and gave her a pat. She quickly tucked that touch as a good one and found it very soothing. Jimmy was soothing her.

“You don’t know?” she questioned as he raked his pale fingers through her dark hair. Charlotte asked, “You’re interested?” her eyebrows rose upwards, he was interested in her? Nobody was ever interested in Charlotte she smiled. “Normally, you’re interested in someone else.” That person being Willow. Why was he interested in her? Charlotte settled down and she quietly leaned into him. “What do you want to talk about?”
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[Sid "Jimmy" Snider]

Jimmy studied the girl of Asian origins with cold, almost icy eyes. He didn’t particularly care for whether his beliefs were moral or amoral or anything, and honestly, he really didn’t think too much about it. Morals were something Sid dealt with – Jimmy was only there to be the amoral one, the flip out when Sid was in danger, to have fun while he could. He knew, as soon as he was “cleared”, he’d sneak out and go drinking and smoking, and he’d be even more careful – his sister would get mad, but he’d be careful. He’d go back to fighting, the one thing that they tried to make him not do while in this hell hole, but it was literally all in vain. He snickered as he studied the girl who seemed so… enthralled with him, watching her facial features as he talked. He could tell she liked being so controlled – or at least told what to do – and when she repeated almost what he had told her and climbed up onto the couch next to him, he wouldn’t complain. “Not interesting in anybody,” he drawled on. Sure, he enjoyed having the occasional bouts of one on one moments with that of the female population, but sid was the one who was falling in love, not him. He snorted and felt charlotte lean against him, and he shifted, resting his elbow on her shoulder and stroking her hair.

“I don’t know. Perhaps I want to listen to you talk – I want to know more about you, little Charlotte,” he cooed, running his fingers through her hair, studying her with his icy eyes, “Like, what are your likes and dislikes, fears… the things that make you tick,” he drawled, pushing her hair out of her face and smiled almost sweetly at her. He was silent, letting her realize that he was being completely serious. If she didn’t start talking, he’d walk away happily and not return, probably finding someone else that was more fun to play with. He could always do that, but if Charlotte wanted his attention, she’d have to work at it. He knew that she liked the attention, especially of someone like him, who screamed everything about power and being influential and everything. It made him chuckle at his thoughts, a sly smile playing over his lips as he studied Charlotte carefully.

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[charlotte]

I'm fragile, mister, just like any girl would be...
And so misunderstood so treat me delicately.

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His eyes were different. A lot different from when she looked into Sid’s eyes and the little lady tilted her chin up to watch him. She leaned into his hand and the little ballerina listened to him snicker. He wasn’t interested in anybody? Well, that in itself was pretty fascinating. The young girl bit down on her lower lip once more with a smile and she giggled. Charlotte shook her head, “Ah, all right.” She decided that she liked Jimmy. She liked Jimmy because he was paying attention to her and she sure did enjoy being controlled. Charlotte kept her dark eyes on him—studying so she would be able to remember his faces and features.

She wanted to be able to know what he liked and disliked. She quietly tucked her hair behind her ear and the girl continued to lean into his hand. Her eyes closed and she cooed softly to him. “Then, I am interested in you.” He was saying all the things she wanted to hear. He wanted to know about her and she unconsciously rubbed her thighs together. Charlotte’s eyes were watching him and she smiled, “Well, I can talk to you.” She would. “They took away my toe shoes,” she replied. Charlotte frowned. “They’re really special to me because without them. I can’t dance right,” she shook her head. “I can dance but it’s not the same. She reached out to him with her small doll like hand and stroked his calf. She made little circles on his leg. “You should see me dance, I dance really really really well.”

Charlotte shook her head. “I mean, I’m not very good at anything else. Maybe singing or having nice handwriting. But I’m not very good at anything else but that. I can cook but I’m not a gourmet chef. My brother’s fantastic at everything. He’s an athlete, he can cook perfectly, he can sing, he can dance, he can do math, and he probably feeds orphans home cooked meals and rescues kittens from trees in his spare time.” Her eyes closed and she sighed. Charlotte bit down on her lip and she glanced up at him again. “My parents like him better.” They made that well known.

Her eyes closed but she looked up at him once more. She smiled, “But I have something he doesn’t have.” She rubbed her thighs together before she glanced at Sid’s guard before looking up at him and motioning along her chest. “Breasts.” She was flirting with him. She wanted to see how far she could go. At that she shrugged, “I bet you’d like him better than me.”

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