the psychology of a serial killer. it was a class she thought FOR SURE would be INTERESTING ( though she’s filthy rich -- a little education never hurt no body ) and for the MOST part, it was one of her favorites on campus BUT...the professor was SURPRISE, SURPRISE a total CREEP. lottie inserts herself into someone’s presence, making herself known. “oh god, please pretend to be talking my head off I swear to GOD if I coincidentally run into my psych professor one more time outside of class it’ll be borderline HARASSMENT on his part.” her big brown eyes pleading for the other to go along with it.
“Okay, be honest with me.” Fae sighed, leaning back in his seat. “Do I look like a middle schooler? Because someone asked me today if I went to Beech or Blackman, and…I might actually implode.” He sighed heavily, the weight of a thousand worlds resting on his shoulders. Well, not really, but he could pretend.
carlotta puts ZERO effort into containing her sudden laugh. “i HATE to break it to ya kid but.” this shouldn’t be AS amusing as it’s turning out to be. “you could DEFINITELY pass as a middle schooler.” she’s not a TOTAL bitch ( or so she’d like to think ) so she gives him a softer smile. “but the good news is, when you’re FORTY you’ll only look TWENTY FIVE.”
The first nice day of the year. The sun was out just enough for Carina to finally get some time outside. So she took her yoga mat out to the park and laid it right into the brightest spot she could find, sporting an extravagant red Fendi sports bra and black leggings with Gucci sneakers; something she had just laying around in her closet. The stretches amongst the beautiful sun made her feel so free, and her happiness seemed to have caught the attention of someone she’d barely recognized as one of her visitors. She looked back over her shoulder and grinned at him before another body stood in between them. “Excuse you?” she said, sassily, “I think that gentlemen over there was enjoying the view.”
carlotta rolls her eyes openly, not a care in the world who sees. “sorry sunshine.” and she’s obviously NOT. “the perv will get over it, i’m SURE he’ll find someone else’s ASS to stare at for the next thirty minutes.” a pause. “but it won’t be MINE.” a smirk before rolling out her own yoga mat. “now can I join you or not?”
between going to town on the jar of peanut butter and wiping hot cheeto residue off on her sweatpants, the red haired girl was lost in whatever episode of house hunters she happened to stumble upon. the amount of thc the indica she loaded her system with kept her locked to the couch. so, when the front door knocked, her only worry was indulging herself in her favorite weird food combo, “it’s open !” she called, “c’mon in, rob the place, i don’t give a shit. you want some snacks?” @hillstonreblog
she doesn’t KNOW the adler’s well. if she were SOBER, there’d be no way in HELL she’d be knocking on an unfamiliar door. SURE she knows marley from around the neighborhood BUT it isn’t like she’s out recruiting CHILDREN to be her BFFS. a little TIPSY from the night before she sighs of relief before waltzing right in as instructed. “where’s the BATHROOM?” is all she asks.
“Imagine…” It wasn’t always that Charlotte Sinclair remained without words, nor was it usual that she asked for other’s opinions. Then again, it existed the chance that she only did it as a form of free therapy, without really caring about the other’s answer to her inquiry. Or maybe, she was just looking for inspiration. Once she got a clearer imagine of where she wanted to go with her question, Charlotte tried again, starting over. “Imagine you get the chance to fuck off this town. Maybe for a few months, or years, or maybe forever. Would you take the opportunity?” Eyes now falling on the other, she tried to read their expression. She was also trying to see if they could solve her real question; was it worth staying? “If you would, why are you still here now?”
most of the time, DEEP thinking wasn’t something carlotta spent a lot of time doing. if she could avoid having to THINK about something too much she always took that chance. a tilt of her head and loose black curls fall to the side swiftly. “the only other place i’d go would be CALIFORNIA.” and it’s an answer one would EXPECT from her. “m’only here to SUPPORT my family, and you?”
“ i am in dire need of a milkshake, you wouldn’t happen to want to come with and keep me company ? “ it’s been on vera’s mind since the moment she woke up, a craving for a chocolate milkshake and some fries. oddly specific but it’s one of those things she just couldn’t get out of her mind. “ i’ll gladly pay for whatever you want, i just wouldn’t mind the company. “
carlotta almost SCOFFS at her offer to pay. didn’t they know WHO she was? how much money her family ( and now herself ) posses? god she was so vein and the little voice in the back of her head that puts her in check when she’s acting PRIVILEGED is screaming at her to BE NICE. a tilt of her head before she finally cracks a smile. “milkshakes aren’t really MY THING, I prefer boba but...” she finds herself sounding bratty anyways and quickly adds. “yes to the company part, I hate being cooped up in the house.”
╰ ♡ MUSE 48, ALEXA DEMIE, CISFEMALE┊ have you seen CARLOTTA MENDES around hillston? the 23 year old is said to be an INSTAGRAM MODEL. the neighbours would say that they’re OBNOXIOUS and OUT OF CONTROL, but they’re actually CHARMING and CONSISTENT. SHE often reminds people of the spoiled brat, gucci belts, and bubblegum pink coated lips. watch out, though. you wouldn’t believe that SHE’S BEEN TRYING TO PROVE HER STEP FATHER IS A GOLD DIGGER. ( kay, 22, est , she/her )
hiiii, lottie’s intro is gunna be a little less formal than kai’s b/c i’m always late to the party
she’s the literal poster child of a rich bitch ( literally everything about her SCREAMS spoiled brat)
is a gemini
you can definitely tell by her ENTIRE demeanor that she’s filthy rich.
you won’t catch her DEAD in anything BUT designer.
has no musical talent what so ever, but because her dad is a so rich and famous for his music, she’s always been in the public eye so she ran with it and is now one of those annoying instagram models who have two million followers just to see pictures of her crazy rich life???
she absoultely LOVES the attention she gets on social media, seriously this bitch thinks she’s THAT BITCH and no one can tell her different
despite being vain and materalistic she’s actually a really GOOD friend.
she treats the people she loves and cares about like GOLD, it’s only when you’re on her bad side that the raging bitch comes out.
loves gossip, loves to gossip, loves talking in general
HATES her new step dad, probably calls him only by first name just to be a petty bitch
is constantly trying to mess with him and making snotty remarks at the most inappropriate times.
is on the HUNT to expose him as a gold digger like she’s borderline obsessed with catching him red handed
alright that’s all i got for carlotta aka lottie if u wanna plot w/ her or kai just i.m me (:
