<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 Bathroom<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>Val<a class="username" data-user-id="4238" data-username="sloane" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/4238/">sloane</a><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>Carina wasn’t even given the chance to collect her thoughts, let alone change outfits, before somebody entered the bathroom with her. At first she was just going to ignore them, probably someone just needing to use the loo. She wouldn’t fault anybody for that. But then it was Val, and it seemed she came into the bathroom specifically to try and find out what’s wrong with Carina. Unfortunately, Carina was not in the state of mind to talk anymore…<br/><br/>Instead she focused on the one thing Val said, and that was her abruptness in leaving. “Trust me,” she said, leaning her shoulder against the wall, arms crossed over her chest, “it wasn’t as abrupt as you think. It only felt that way to you because you literally<i>just</i>arrived before I confirmed my invisibility to the group. Or perhaps their deafness to me. One or the other. Possibly both. So it’s fine. Just go back to your boytoy and let me be alone. If I’m going to talk to myself, I’d rather it be where I’m actually<i>by myself</i>. Now please leave.” Her jaw was tense, her eyes on Val’s, not budging, not averting her stare, giving her the most serious expression on her face, confirming she meant what she said and she wasn’t crying for attention. Especially not from some bimbo.