<b><a href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/97026/" target="_blank">View attachment 97026</a>Name:</b>Carina Santos<br/><b>Age:</b>27<br/><b>Sexuality: </b>Heterosexual<br/><b>Hometown:</b>Rio de Janeiro, Brazil<br/><b>Date/Time: </b>Tuesday, July 6 - Morning<br/><b>Location:</b>Villa Kitchen<br/><b>Wearing:</b>wearing<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fassets.yandycdn.com%2FHiRez%2FES_7095X_BLACK_PS02042020-3-Edit.jpg&amp;hash=27c4e7d734e9374002b585dfe954176f" href="https://assets.yandycdn.com/HiRez/ES_7095X_BLACK_PS02042020-3-Edit.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">this</a><br/><b>Coupled With:</b>N/A<br/><b>Tagging: </b>everybody in the kitchen! Brook<a class="username" data-user-id="9157" data-username="Sarita" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/9157/">Sarita</a><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>Carina looked at Brook and gave her a half-hearted smile. “I might take you up on that offer…if I’m still around long enough.” She chuckled sadly and shook her head, because unfortunately, even as she expressed her discomfort, after being asked, she still felt unheard…and unseen…all over again.<br/><br/>When Brook expressed leaving to go sing by herself, Carina felt the urge to walk away as well. But of course, the smaller girl had a support system urging her to stay and trying to assuage her fears. The most Carina got was a half-assed listen and offer of pity drinks from the only “friend” she got in this place. Granted, she didn’t divulge<i>everything</i>going on in her mind, wanting to save those details from making everybody feel like shit, but she made it pretty clear how she felt overall. But the moment the jerk walked into view…all bets were off with Brook it seemed, and even to her closest friend Carina was once again invisible. Didn’t matter that she was with half the island in view and earshot, talking. She may as well have been talking to herself…maybe she should have called them out on it, told them everything where her mind was as to why she was feeling uncomfortable, why she was being made to feel like she didn’t belong there, use the shock factor and make them feel the worst guilt (assuming they listened to<i>that</i>)…but unfortunately, and lucky for them, she wasn’t the spiteful sort. Loud…but not a bitch.<br/><br/>“Excuse me….” She muttered under her breath, putting her food down and walked away from the Kitchen group, leaving her plate half eaten and her coffee half drunk, making her way somewhere to be alone. She’d grab from her luggage another bathing suit (her luggage she had brought to the living room with her last night when she slept on the couch, wanting nothin to do with the bedroom and the nonstop moans and breaths that seems to go on in there). She’d then make her way to a bathroom, to change, and just disappear until challenge time.