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Charlotte | 22 | The School Evenin', suga'. Charlotte la Bouff, sole crowned princess of th' Mardi Gras. But please, call me Lottie. Care for a drink?

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'No no its not obvious lass!' Merida assured her raising her hands as if calming a wild animal. Though of Charlotte wasn't a horse, it was a reaction to trying to calm animals down- hands up. Quickly she lowered them again. 'Its not obvious. Just I see it is all, no one else does or you would have been havin a lot more of these conversations.' she gave a grin. 'Ye hide it well, but I just pick up on the little things is all…'

Crossing her heart Merida gave a little wink. ‘I won’t tell lass, I swear. And ye know how loyal I am.’ she wanted to cheer Charlotte up. ‘I understand really, I do.’ she gave a sad smile. ‘no one would treat ye differently Lottie, ye too good for that.’ she paused for a moment. ‘Used to be like ye I should say… not.. connected to that anymore.’

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Charlotte gave a small breath of relief at the reassurance. Merida had managed to guess correctly but she could chalk that up to being birds of a feather. The other girl had mentioned being from a wealthy family too. Charlotte offered up a small smile. "I'm sorry. I didn' mean t' ova' react."

"Thank you, Merida, it means a lot." Charlotte smiled, the unease she'd felt moments ago quickly draining away. She knew she could trust Merida to keep this secret. The blonde shook her head slightly. "Maybe not but....I'd ratha' not take th' chance now, y'know?"  It'd be better if people just thought she was the same as they were. Nothing special. "No?" She cocked her head. "Why not?"

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'Nothing.' merida smiled and shook it off, nothing that the lass needed to know about. Though when Charlotte mentioned making Merida look great, she flinched at the word princess- enough for anyone to notice. But she, as always just tried to shake it off and get on with the conversation.

'You'll make me look great, and you'll get a new wardrobe too!' she exclaimed. 

When Charlotte seemed surprised that Merida knew about what sort of life Charlotte had before the circus, Merida only raised her eyebrows and smirked. ‘Charlotte… you are getting a whole new wardrobe…’ she gave a little laugh and shook her head. ‘As a once rich kid myself, I know a daughter of one when I see it.’ she gave a smile. ‘Its no big deal, and I won’t tell anyon if that’s what ya want lassie.’ she held out her hands. ‘Scot’s honor.’ 

TO Merida it was just clear, Charlotte just seemed like the daughter of a king to Merida. She knew what wealth and glamour looked like, and Charlotte always seemed to do the whole “princess” thing very well- it wasn’t bad or anything. Why would it be? She got new clothes after a huge crash after all.

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Charlotte didn't believe that it was nothing, but if Merida didn't want to talk about it, it wasn't her place to pry. She smiled softly, not noticing what she had said had made the other girl uncomfortable. "It's a win win situation." She giggled, nodding her head.

"Is it....Is it that obvious?" She bit down on her lip, tasting the cherry in her lip gloss. Had she not toned it down enough? It wasn't exactly a total bomb if people knew but it counted to her, to know that people didn't just see her as a bank account. "Don' tell anyone, Merida. Please." Charlotte's voice grew quiet as she spoke, not looking at her friend but through the window. "People would treat me differently if they knew. If you're like me then you unda'stan' right?"

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Merida nodded. ‘The photo is gone now.’ she mumbled, going back to the crash of the train that had wrecked most everything of hers- what she had been able to get back was her phone charger (she had her phone all ready) a few books and a couple pieces of clothing., Her laptop… well one half she found in the river, the other up in a tree…

'I think though.' Merida smiled with a big sigh, as if making up her mind. 'Its  time to let go of all that' she turned to Charlotte with a big grin. 'And time to get somehin' better!

She smiled at the thought of Charlotte in a huge jacket way to big for her, but if it made her feel better, that made Merida happy. ‘Hey lass, perhaps we’ll head down there on the train and you can see him again- and isn’t ye dad pretty rich? He could always visit if you asked.’

The red head saw the bus was starting to slow. ‘I’m not that sure.’ she gave a cheesy grin. ‘I’m new at this shopping thing, so I think I’ll let her skills take over here.’

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Charlotte cocked her head, looking at Merida. "I'm sorry?" The other girl had mumbled something that she hadn't quite heard over the sound of the bus. 

The reply surprised her; it wasn't something she'd expected, but the smile on Merida's face was enough to create one of her own in return. "An' somethin' betta' we will find. Jus' leave it all t' me, suga'. We'll have you lookin' like a princess in no time." She winked with a small laugh. 

Charlotte sighed dreamily at the thought of going home, at least for a few days. Of course, she could return any time she really wanted to but it wouldn't be fair to Flynn or the others she worked with for her to just up and leave. if they stopped there however, perhaps Mr. Scar could be persuaded to allow her a day off to visit her daddy. Her thoughts were cut off as Merida finished her thought and she snapped her eyes in the girl's direction. "Who told you that?" She hadn't told anyone about her wealth. She couldn't. Did someone know already?

She gave Merida a small smile, running a hand through her blonde curls. "We'll jus'...look around. See what we come across."

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Street Livin' || Charlotte & Tramp

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"Shucks, I don’t believe in success happening out of chance." Tramp shrugged. "It only happens from your own actions, I reckon." He wanted to add: but maybe that’s just because I haven’t been l u c k y. 

     —but he didn’t want to sound self-pitying. He hated that.

"Well, when I ran away from home, I didn’t have much cash on my hands. But I did have my guitar, my friend, and from then on.” Smiling fondly, he gestured to his guitar on his lap as he looked her way. “This fella’s been responsible for keeping me alive — in more ways than one. If anything, I met my first girlfriend when I was busking; Clara. Or was it Claire..? Well, point is: memories were made, pigeon.” 

    “But enough about me —” He laughed throatily, realizing he was talking too much. Tramp grimaced. “Ah, unfortunately I don’t. Do you like Kings of Leon or Mumford & Sons, though? ‘Pretty fond of those bands.” He smiled.

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"But sometimes chance is th' only way of gettin' somethin'. Chance can be th' difference between meetin' someone who'll end up with your love, or someone that could take advantage of it. Not everythin' happens because we wish it so.....but sometimes chance helps us out." Charlotte paused a moment before giggling softly, "That came out more dreamy then I thought it would."

She chewed on her bottom lip as she listened, her finger twirling around the fabric of her clothes. "I can imagine people comin' from far an' wide t' hear you play an' toss you a dolla'." She half-teased with a smile. She mad a face when he mentioned the girl but only because he seemed totally lost on her name. Charlotte could remember every boy she'd ever courted. "Memories a' some of th' bes' souvenirs t' hold onto." She nodded.

"It's an old folk song. I don' know why I like it but it's a beautiful song in a way." She nodded her head with a soft hum of approval. "I've heard 'em before, yes. Pick out your favorite song and play it for me?" She smiled sweetly.

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Tranquil || Charlotte & Charlie

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"Well, you’re right there, Lottie. It’s an exciting business. There always seems to be someone with a crazy story waiting to be heard or a pretty girl waiting to be wooed. It keeps me on my toes, that’s for sure." Running the burlesque had become almost second nature to Charlie, and he grinned at the thought of his business. 

Charlie tilted his head at the familiar name. Sure, he’d met Flynn. The man was friendly enough, and surprisingly, Charlie seemed to get along well with him. He vaguely recalled that Flynn did odd jobs around the carnival, but that was as far as his knowledge stretched. He knew better than to dig too deeply in other people’s business. After all, he was running a gambling racket that wasn’t exactly legal. He shrugged, looking back towards her. “Odd jobs, huh? Hopefully that’s more exciting that it sounds.”

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The way he described it sparked a light in her blue eyes, her hands coming to clasp in front of her. "I've always been a li'l...fascinated by the shows. I've always wanted t' be able to perform like that." She gave a small laugh. Charlotte didn't necessarily have talent and it grated on her nerves every single day. She could walk into a room and totally command attention no problem but as her to sing and she'd pretty much have to crawl into a corner and never come out. "I'll have t' come see th' show some night."

Odd jobs. Charlie wasn't in the know then. Perhaps that was better than having it be the opposite. "Not in th' slightes'." She laughed with a wave of her hand. "But it keeps me busy. Mostly I'm set up in wardrobe but Georgette is so picky about everythin' I can hardly get anythin' done."

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caroline being a cutie part 45/?

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Merida only nodded. ‘Its time to throw it out, in fact i should have done it ages ago..’ she bit her bottom lip. ‘Its the only piece of clothing I brought from home is all..’ she looked at the rips and faults. ‘Time to get a new one.’ she nodded.

The red head was sick of dressing like she normally dressed, of course she loved her jeans, boots and flannels, but it was time for a few other things in her wardrobe. She wanted something nice to wear from time to time, she wanted a new start.

'Couple more stops, lucky the hotel isn't to far from town, hey lass?'

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Charlotte offered her friend an empathetic smile. "Pieces from home a' precious. Especially when they're very fa' away." She could understand. Even now she was still mourning over what she'd lost in the crash. Things that were indeed replaceable...but it just wouldn't be the same. "But jus' because it isn' functional anymore doesn' mean it's time t' let it go." She smiled. "T' be hones'....I uh... took one of my daddy's old jackets with me when I left home." She blushed, running a hand through her hair. "Sometimes when I miss him an' it's too late t' call I take it outta my closet an' wear it over my pjs." 

When Merida spoke again, Charlotte let herself peek out the window beside her, watching as several buildings passed by them. It looked like there would be a good bit of variety and though it wasn't quite designer level, that would be okay. She could work with it. 

"A' you excited? Where should we stop first?"

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Um excuse me?

Your fly is open!

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But I'm...wearin' a skirt.

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Street Livin' || Charlotte & Tramp

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"Course not, pigeon!" Innocently, Tramp lifted his palms with a crooked grin. They both knew he was, though. "Ah, shucks, I don’t really believe in luck. But for the sake of not ruining your ego…  sure,” he teased.

"Fond memories, indeed, my friend." With a small smile, he absentmindedly fixated his gaze on the guitar as he retuned a few strings. "I would, but I want to know what kind of music  y o u  listen to. I mean, ‘above aquaintances’ have ought to know that about each other — am I right?” Knowingly, Tramp lifted a brow at her as he smiled roguishly.

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Charlotte cocked her eyebrow in an unbelieving manner, but there was a soft smirk on her lips. She would let that bit of teasing go. For now. "How can you not believe in luck?" Curiosity painted her tone. "Tons of lucky things happen everyday." 

"Tell me some?" She smiled, looking at him expectantly as if she were a child waiting for a story book. "Okay okaaaay." The girl gave a playful huff as she rested her chin atop her knees, looking concentrated for a moment or two. "What aboouuuut.....hm....Oh, do you know a song called In Th' Pines?"

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My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to  Your dreams stay big, your worries stay small  You never need to carry more than you can hold  And while you’re out there getting where you’re getting to  I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too  Yeah, this, is my wish

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Merida frowned slightly. ‘They’re not lookin’ at me.’ when Charlotte made her look at the other lass, she couldn’t help but blush and give a little laugh. ‘No lass, that will still be you.’ she was still blushing as she turned away again. ‘But I won’t look like a hobo!’ she giggled and held up her ratty jacket.

Charlotte didn’t know how she saw herself, saw the scars and the pain and the nightmares. Merida didn’t want to turn heads, that caused people to look and she didn’t want people to look incase they knew who she was.

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The reply didn't do anything to shake Charlotte. This was just something to work forwards to. The blonde only held her smile as she watched her friend blush and try to look away from her. "Nope! No hobos allowed on one a' my shoppin' trips." She practically sang, giggling. 

She looked over the jacket with a small hum. "It is pretty beat up though, suga'.... N-not that that's bad, jus'- it mus' not be as warm t' wear as it used t' be, huh?" She hadn't meant harm by the comment and she hoped Merida would understand that. 

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Tranquil || Charlotte & Charlie

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Charlie let out a heavy, exasperated sigh of relief. “Well, then I’m a bit embarrassed you’ve seen me around, but I haven’t seen you.” He stuck his hand out, grabbing hers and shaking it in greeting. “I’m Charlie, and as you’ve already figured out, I run the burlesque. Pleased to meet you, Charlotte. Mind if I call you something not quite so stuffy? Like Char or Lottie or something?” 

He threw his towel over one of the lounge chairs before turning his attention back to the blonde. “So what do you do around here?” She looked a bit too prim and proper for all the labor jobs, but who knew? People in the carnival all seemed to be running from something, and she probably wasn’t any different.

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Charlotte chuckled softly, her shoulders shrugging. "I mus' have gotten good at blendin' in." Which was kind of a good thing. It's what she'd been trying to do since she arrived at the Carnival. Plus it wasn't exactly easy to do what she did while sticking out in a crowd like a sore thumb. "It's a pleasa' t' meet you, Charlie." She smiled and shook his hand. "Th' burlesque," she giggled, "it mus' be such an excitin' place t' get t' work." The way he insinuated her name was 'stuffy' threw her off for a split second but without a hitch she smiled politely. "You can call me Lottie if y' like. Ev'ryone back home does." 

Her eyes followed the towel as it flew towards the chair, her attention snapping back to the man in front of her once he'd spoken again. "I work with Mista' Flynn." It wasn't easy to determine who knew about the School and who didn't. It was supposed to be a secret (with good reason; telling people that you were a pickpocket shouldn't exactly be at the top of a conversation topics list)  but most people who knew what working with Flynn meant could understand this. 

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Tranquil || Charlotte & Charlie

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Charlie tried not to smile at her klutziness, instead deciding to pretend he didn’t notice. He laughed along with her, crossing his arms over his chest as he imagined that little scene playing out. “I’d like to think it takes more than a bottle of tanning lotion to knock me down,” he said with a shrug. “I like to set my quota for something attainable, so one good deed a day it is.”

He caught her looking at him and eyed her curiously. Two could play at the whole casually-check-each-other-out game. One look at her told him she was clearly a bit more well-off than the majority of other carnies, and that was news Charlie liked to hear. 

He tilted his head to the side, furrowing his brows. “Shit, I don’t owe you money, do I?” His tone was only half-joking.

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Oh, he didn't seem to notice that momentary lapse in grace. Good. Being clumsy by herself was embarrassing enough, she didn't need everyone to watch her fall on her face. Even in her etiquette classes she'd never quite been able to keep herself balanced with a book on her head.  "Y' neva' know what could catch y' off guard." She laughed. Or maybe she just needed to pay attention more. "Well, thank you kind sir, you've saved my tan." She laughed, her tone light. 

When her eyes flicked back up he was looking right at her and she immediately felt heat rise into her face. Smooth, Lottie. Smooth. 

She immediately set to covering it up, tucking her hair behind her ear. At his question her brows raised. Was he serious, or...? She laughed and shook her head. Better to play it off as a joke just in case. "Noooo, I don' think so. I don' even think we've been propa'ly introduced. I'm Charlotte." She smiled and politely held out her hand.

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caroline being a cutie part 35/?

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Merida didn’t mind buses, it was a quick cheap and easy way. Looking at Charlotte though, and knowing where she was from she couldn’t help but grin a little bit. But the bus was safe.

'I know they're lookin' at you lass,' Merida whispered. 'Because when I stepped on the bus they glanced, when you stepped on the bus, their jaws dropped.' she gave a little snigger. The lads didn't have a chance. 'yer too good for em though, we both know that.'

It was true, merida hoped one day Charlotte found someone who would make her happy. She was beautiful, smart, kind and funny. Merida adored her friend and wished her all the best.

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The way Merida described the boys' reactions to her stirred a soft blush in Charlotte's cheeks. She hadn't even noticed them until Merida had pointed them out. Admirers had been a normal thing back home but it never quite got old to know that someone thought you were special enough, or pretty enough to be picked out of a crowd. Although after...the incident...Charlotte had found it hard to find anyone's interest in her to be genuine enough for her to approach them. 

"You're such a sweetie, y'know that?" She laughed lightly, looking at her friend. "They could jus' as easily be eyein' this pretty face of yours." She placed her finger beneath Merida's chin and made the girl hold her head up a little higher. Merida didn't give herself enough credit, Charlotte could sense it in the way she spoke about herself. She wasn't going to let Merida reinforce those thoughts on herself. She just needed a little more confidence.

"Especially when we get done shoppin', you're gonna turn all th' heads." She grinned, lowering her hand back into her lap.