<div class="floatleft">(https://65.media.tumblr.com/31a7b01f30a216b4edfc273edc18f246/tumblr_nj4zcm0iip1rncfbso3_500.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Charlotte "Charlie" Corsetti<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - DJ<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 1st, Early afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Game Room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> See Avi<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> OPEN (feel free to hop in!) <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong> Nothing of note.</span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">It was rare for Charlie to be bored. Or rather, it was rare for her to <em>stay</em> bored. However, that had nearly seemed to be the case aboard the yacht. Anticipation had made the time seem to tick by agonizingly slow, especially since she'd given up almost any tech related item she owned. As a result there were no candids of the gorgeous people she worked with. No chatting to friends who'd opted to take the bonus instead of the vacation. She'd only been able to keep her ipod nano because it didn't have a camera or microphone, and with it she'd made the perfect soundtrack... to her waiting. Eventually she'd gotten the idea in her head to test just how willing the staff were to <em>serve</em>--not to mention escape her mother--and had found a cozy little spot to play "Charlie says" with a pair of them. The rest of the ride had breezed by after that.<br/><br/>Arriving to the island though had reminded Charlie instantly just how much she missed her cameras. Normally she and her cameras were inseparable--there was a reason her first job aboard a cruise ship had been that of photographer. She'd taken to photography in college and had studied enough to probably have majored in it but while it was as much a passion of hers as music, she hadn't been sure she wanted it to ultimately be what her life was directed toward. Her collection of photos documenting her journey since she'd left school behind was quite expansive but no it occurred to her that her journal would be missing a chapter. Which sucked enough to make her feel like pouting even if she did completely understand why it was necessary. <br/><br/>After listening to James Richards' rousing speech, Charlie had hitched her backpack up, switched on her music, and set about exploring the mansion first. She'd wanted check out her room and maybe even detour by the kitchen to get something to eat during the course of her exploration but she'd gotten a bit side tracked once she'd found herself in the game room. Not really a surprise for those who knew her. Chill as she was she did have a habit of liking to touch things and play.<br/><br/>Humming to herself, Charlie detoured toward the pool table and ran her fingertips along the pristine felt lining. It looked completely unused. The balls gleamed from their triangle arrangement and even the cubes of chalk looked as if they'd just been opened. It felt as though she were the first to even consider using the table, which for some reason caused her to smirk.<br/><br/>Letting her backpack slip off her shoulders, Charlie set it against the wall before moving back to the table. Hiking up to her tiptoes she leaned slightly over the railing and shoved at the balls, instantly disbursing them from their triangle pattern and making a bunch of noise in the process.</span>