#charlie01

[jacqui-velazquez]

who: @charfletchh​ when: december 10th where: pre-finals party

Jacqui was cross-faded, drinks and more swirling through their system, and they were having a good night - but there was always room to have better. When they spotted Charlie across the party, their smile spread (slowly, though, the fact that they were stoned definitely affecting their reactions) across their face. A tour leader when Jacqui had visited Ogden, they had immediately bonded, and it often felt like Charlie was...a mentor of sorts. A mentor in all the things someone shouldn’t do, but that was the only type of mentor Jacqui was interested in. So they obviously bounded their way across the party until they reached the blonde, greeting her with a hug. “Let’s have fun,” Jacqui said in a bit of a whine into Charlie’s ear, pulling back with a pout.

[genuptoncrane]

@charfletchh

It wasn't just finals in the air that seemed to make campus jittery, even if Gen was pretending that was all it was. Honestly the minute that she could get out of here right now, she would. Her family were going to vacation somewhere tropical for the holidays and honestly? Get Gen on that plane right now. She'd been at the coffee shop because that was one of a few things powering her through the week. Squinting at the handwriting of the barista on the cup they passed across she let out a mildly irritated huff, Gen tapped Charlie on the shoulder "I think this one's yours unless I've gotten a legal name change I wasn't aware of,"

[sassa-fiske]

Sassa's lips pressed together, hiding the smirk that threatened to lift up the corners of her mouth, eyes blinking downwards for a moment. This wasn't Charlie's fault - no, the blonde was just getting dragged into something between Sassa and Link. But, god, such a lovely bonus that it was someone she had never liked as it was. And Sassa certainly wasn't not going to take advantage of that. "It's not just your business, is it?" she said, clucking her tongue against her teeth. "You and I both know exactly what I saw. We're sharing a room. So just a tip, the next time you're fucking a guy with a girlfriend, maybe lock the door," Sassa said, the words nearly coming out in a hiss through her teeth, a hint of the venom she normally kept bottled up and deeply buried creeping out before she shook it off, her posture visibly straightening as her expression smoothed out into a small smile. "Happy new year, Charlie. Hope you're not carrying the weight of any secrets come midnight," she cooed, lifting her drink up from the bar to raise towards Charlie in a toast, a glint of amusement in her eyes as she turned away.

charlie wasn't necessarily good at processing her negative emotions. she'd gone to many hours of therapy, but mostly treated it as an hour-long venting session, and had never really made any improvements on 'getting in touch with her feelings'. sounded stupid to her. the effect, in practice, was that all the negative emotions running through her as sassa continued speaking- dread, fear, disgust, guilt- just processed as anger, and she had to seriously consider what the ramifications would be if she punched her in the face. "i have no idea what you thought you saw" she hissed. "but you need to stay out of my fucking business. if you're bored, get a hobby. you don't have to make shit up about me."

[ignas-langston]

Closed Starter: @charliexlevin​

Where: A Fresh Tart

Ignas walked into the little bakery like he owned the place, and made his way to the counter to see there wasn’t anyone in sight. The last customers had walked out the door as he walked in, and there wasn’t an employee behind the counter. While he often visited the bakery due to his sweet tooth, this time he was visiting specifically to see Charlie. With the many times he’d come into the shop, they’d sort of become friends... maybe? If they could call each other that. 

Looking down at the counter he saw a call bell and saw no other way to get anyone in the back of the bakery’s attention other than ringing it constantly until someone showed up to the front. “I know you’re here, Charlotte!” He called, continuing to ring the bell over and over again.

[alexander-evanss]

Closed starter: @charliexlevin

Where: A Fresh Tart

After hearing Charlie was in town, Alex knew he had to see for himself. He lost her all those years ago and he was sure he’d never see her again. It was one of the hardest things he had to accept. But knowing she was here? Here. On the island, alive and well.. he was ecstatic, and knew he had to reconnect with her as soon as possible.

Arriving at the shop, he almost stopped in his tracks as he stepped through the door, seeing the other behind the counter. It was her. It had to be, right? And suddenly, all his excitement turned to nerves. What was he even supposed to say? She wouldn’t recognize him, would she? Absolutely not. they hadn’t seen each other in over a decade. Stepping closer to the counter, he sheepishly stuffed his hands in his pockets, wracking his brain for what to say. Literally anything at this point. Lost in his thoughts, it took him a moment to realize she had spoken to him. “Sorry... What?” 

[hide-the-wilder-side]

@charliekincaid​

Location: The Dive

Eddie tried not to groan as she slid into a seat at the bar. Complaining was on the tip of her tongue, but she knew damn well there were people she cared about who had it worse. The lack of an outlet for her stress meant her kitchen was a disaster, and she thinks for a moment she should have brought some of the food she’d made here and just given it away. It was all she’d been doing for weeks now. She worked, she cooked, or she drove around town in a bout of paranoia, terrified of the next thing. Her hands were still covered in grease from the shop and pen marks from the various reminders she’d made for herself throughout the day. In short, she looked a mess, but she smiled all the same. “Well, hello there. And how are you?” Eddie asked with a genuine kindness towards a familiar (and safe) face.

[julietvelhankar]

closed starter for @oleanderxsol​

"I want Charlie.”

“As I said, the Head of House is busy—”

The Oleander sentinel gave a sharp intake of breath and dodged the weapon that flew at him, a decorative piece Juliet had been examining, displayed on one of the shelves of the house’s waiting room. It looked ancient, possibly worth more than the cost of repairs for the hole in the wall it created, which was just as well that it hadn’t gotten stained by blood. 

“Are you crazy?!” 

She merely grinned at the question, shrugging and jumping up to lounge on the grand piano that sat in the center of the room. “I was testing its aerodynamics,” she replied innocently, which was met by an irritated huff. “You should find Charlie Sol... unless you want me to continue testing my aim.” She gave a wolfish smile, in which the sentinel scurried away, presumably to find the man in question.

[charlioo1]

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[sheeporbeef]

Pamphlets of Introduction (Closed - Charlie Vergier)

(starter for @heyshoot​ )

Despite not actually HAVING an office for his psychology work here as of yet - apparently, according to the city rules he had looked up, only certain folk who’d been here a while and were of a certain age could run their own business - well, a lack of office and ‘proper’ classification of a job, he could still help people, he just couldn’t advertise it like it was a ‘business’ any more. He certainly wasn’t going to slack on his strengths despite (infuriatingly)  being considered too ‘much of a kid’ to hold a business once he’d been here long enough, no!

So he had gotten some pieces of paper and printed out, in neat, professional typing:

[ ‘Need psychological talks and assistance? Come to the expert help of Doctor Sylvester Ashling, taking free talks - open in Chamomile Apartments unless away on important business.’ ]

By important business, he meant he and Molly doing friend stuff or room-mate stuff, but shh. Not like they knew that. So it was that he was pasting the little ‘flyers’ offering free-not-a-business sessions all over the city, humming a little tune to himself at being hard at work, but a rouge orb, suddenly flying into vision, alerted him, he barely jumping out of the way in time - it seemed someone’s practise ball had gone too far - knocking a flyer he’d just pasted off it’s perch. “W-who’s going around being so reckless with balls...?!” He was pretty sure he had every right to be a little alarmed at this!!

[mistrxavfoxblog]

It had been a while since his firm had handled a large court case, and the pause had made them a little rusty. Which Xavier could not tolerate. They had to pull together and use some overtime to make sure every part of this case, all the testemonies, evidence and depositions had been carefully gone over, checked for facts and filed correctly for the prosecutor. Usually he would handle the case personally, but because of its size and connection to the state pressing charges, they had been working with the county on this. And the state had appointed their own prosecutor. For hours he had been going over documents, pictures and tape recordings. It was tedious, and his mind was looking for any excuse to take a break.

And yet, the most amusing sport in the world was to watch Charlie work herself wet and silly by trying to get his attention. She was getting brazen tonight. Probably just as bored as he was with work and wanting some action. But he knew that if he held out just a little longer, she would tilt. And when she tilted, he would have a blast reprimanding her before giving them both the pleasure they both craved. His dark chocolate hues shot to her eventually, as she both dared to throw her expensive shoes at him, and fuck up his desk. Steel gathered there in response to her actions. He'd expected her to yell at him or at least speak. But when she flew into his bathroom instead, he tilted his head before slowly rising from his chair and sauntering over to the door, listening in. Once he heard her moan, he knew he had to act. The little minx was getting herself off, in his bathroom, without permission.. Naughty did not even begin to describe it.

Pulling out his master key, he easily and swiftly unlocked the bathroom door and opened it to step inside. He then closed and locked the door behind him, his fingers on auto pilot as his eyes took in the sight of his bratty girl, in his expensive barbers chair, dripping all over the fine leather. Given that she was so absorbed in her own actions, he wasted no time crossing the floor to her and yanking her fingers from her aching cunt. Holding her hand by the wrist, he brought her fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean. With determination, he placed his leg between her thighs, his knee cap pressing against her soaked slit, as his hand let hers go but moved to her throat. "Making a scene. Throwing pumps at me. Locking yourself in my bathroom. And attempting to cum all over my chair.. You really do ache for a spanking don't you Miss Haugen?" he asked in a calm, but also rather frosty tone. Making sure to apply pressure on her windpipe, enough that it was uncomfortable but not so much that she wouldn't be able to breathe, he slowly pulled her to her feet. "You get one chance to apologize, before I dole out your punishment. How do you plead?"

Another long day had turned into another late evening at the office, though this was hardly uncommon in Charlie’s line of work. Tedious and mind-numbing at times, but entirely common, all the same. As far as she could tell, it appeared tonight would be much of the same, though that hardly meant she couldn’t attempt to enjoy herself in the process. 

@mistrxavfoxblog

Initially, Charlie had hoped Xavier would join her in the fun, so she started with all of her usual tricks: lingering in his doorway, staring him down with a tilted head, unbuttoning her blouse until her torso and braless chest were exposed. But nothing had the effect she had intended; he barely even stirred when she let out a sharp, heated breath. Intentional on his part, no doubt, but she had neither the patience nor predisposition to pretend she wasn’t hot and completed bothered by this series of unexpected events. If he wasn’t going to indulge her… fine. She was simply going to have to indulge herself. 

Removing her shoes — designer black pumps that Xavier had gifted her — Charlie promptly aimed them towards his head, brushing all of his immaculately-sorted paperwork onto the floor as she stomped past, before ultimately walking into his bathroom and slamming the door shut. As expected, no measurable response from him, as far as she could tell. Good. Fine. Great! If he wanted to play that game, she could too.

Sitting down in a nearby chair, she wasted no time before spreading her legs, fingers quickly finding their way through lace fabric, one that had already been dripping wet before she began massaging her clit. It all quickly became a blur; an eye-rolling, back-arching, moan-inducing blur. She did hear a set of footsteps and a clanging of keys but Charlie couldn’t have cared less. Not even about the condition his favorite chair would be in once she came all over it, knowing full well it was off-limits to her. This was her time now.  

“Go away! I’m busy ! I’m… nggggh, oh fuck…I’M BUSY!” 

[romanfisherbrooks]

“Hey Charlie, wanna hear a joke? Okay here it goes...” He didn’t even wait for her to look up as he said this, for he was finding it too hard to contain the laughter that was threatening to erupt. “Okay, so...what do you someone masturbating into open water?” He wanted to wait for Charlie’s answer, but again, he could barely keep it together. “...a A Free Willy!” And with that, he collapsed into a fit of laughter. @cchcrliie

[bumblingbrujo]

Meddling Medical Man || Charlie & Miguel

Soapberry Springs was having some kind of pride festival in the park for the magical month of June. It wasn’t really a parade, but Miguel was curious and queer so he went anyway. It was very tame. There was a stage on which questioning teens read slam poetry and sang accompanied by ukulele, with the vague promise of drag queens in the afternoon. But apparently this was only the first day of an event that was bound to get a little more hectic. 

He ambled along the stalls and was content to see all the good pastries that people were selling. He bought a dark chocolate + chili powder cookie and thought about buying the locally made bread. He ignored all the political campaign stuff - of which there was a lot. He was sure whoever was elected in the nutty liberal town would be great. And he didn’t have any strong feelings about local government, though he knew he should try to care. 

All that said, there really wasn’t much to see. So he started ambling back home. Molly was at his legs and a little sad to be leaving the park with all the friendly dogs and the good smells. 

He past by an open door and a very colorful sign that said “Flash Tattoos $60! Celebrate Pride!” Which he stopped to look at. Well the words flash and tattoo didn’t sound particularly safe together, but he wasn’t actually sure what that meant. Though he logically, told himself that tattoo artists had to be clean and aseptic - the thought of quick tattoos for events sent him into a mild medical panic and he found himself inside the tattoo parlor before he could talk himself out of it. 

@charliesfins

[swordhanddance]

@noctismortem - starter call

   "Oh, hey!" It was that lady he'd run into late one night. "Did you find your way home ok?" He wasn't sure if she would remember that night, or if Marco was just making a fool of himself, but he had been worried over this for a while now.

[offtherxils]

The snow was nearly gone with only small heaps here and there. Truth be told Isak wouldn’t mind if the island returned to what an island should be.. warmer and tropical in its weather. For the time being it seemed like the chaos that had been the city was under control. In comparison, the human felt anything but in control. Instead he was feeling constantly off.. While at the hospital with Max he had gotten help to manage his withdrawal symptoms. But he had been warned that if he decided to discharge himself then he would probably struggle a lot more than he had done under the supervision and assistance of the doctors and nurses.. naturally he was feeling very tired, his heart was beating faster than normal and his mood was not at all stable. 

Yet he knew who he needed to see to feel better, to be reminded that trying for sobriety was the best choice. Was worth the pain his body was aching with. Which was why he had walked trough town towards the bakery. Pushing the door open his eyes searched for Max, yet only finding a blonde girl behind the counter. “Hi. Is Max here?” he asked her, stepping closer. 

@charliexlevin​

[wrathleadstoruin]

He had done all he could to avoid that one particular guard coming back from the dining hall. Most of them didn’t like him much, but this one was really fed up and seemed to truly hate him. Of course when he rounded the corner the asshole was there with a few other guards, ones Devon knew to be his friends. “That shithead.” the guard said the moment his eyes clapped on Devon. “And what does that make you? A little bitch?” Dev couldn’t help himself, so of course he shot back. The guard only skipped one beat before he charged at the blonde, running him right into the ground and punching him, several times. When Devon started to kick and punch back though, the guys friends came over. First they held Devon, allowing their friend to get a couple of really good punches in, leaving the human feeling dizzy and struggling to see clearly with his right eye for a bit. By the time his sight recovered just a little, he noticed he was being dragged towards his cell. “Fucking morons.” He grunted, not surprised as they tossed him into the cell. Glancing over at his new roommate, Dev sent her an apologetic look, which was though quickly followed by a shit eating grin. “Bringing home the crazy.” he joked to her.

@slavecharliehayes​ 

[parasympathic]

Montgomery sat at his desk, which was where he’d spent most of his day today. He would’ve preferred more time in the lab, but exhaustion had him putting off too much paperwork earlier in the week and it had caught up to him now. A cup of coffee next to his hand was helping him through it, but the sound of his door opening was quick to break his concentration. “Ah, Mr. Sol.” He looked up when the man came in, offering a quick, polite smile. That mask immediately and firmly in place today when he had such a powerful visitor stepping into his office. He made a quick note on the open file before shutting it and pushing himself to his feet. Keys grabbed off the desk as he turned towards the locked filing cabinet behind him. “One moment. I’d prefer to avoid as many HIPAA violations as possible. But have a seat.” 

@oleanderxsol​