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[color=darkgray]The snow clung to the glass that overlooked the one of many streets in Manhattan. It was your typical winter day in New York but it still felt different. A mix of the warmth of a cup of cocoa and the steel resolve of a boss bitch in a boardroom.

Chariselle maneuvered through the knick-knacks and accouterments in the sitting room like she owned the place. And in a sense, she did. But in a greater sense, she did not but that was something she would deal with shortly. 

Chariselle put her phone in the tripod and positioned it just so; a way to have the light from outside give her the best natural scenery she needed and the angle to ensure she looked her best. Once she was satisfied (which, let's be real, took longer than a church service which meant she had to adjust as the light from the sun shifted over time) she pressed record.

[color=#de9b8f]"What is up Charis-belles, it's your girl here in New York on this beautiful Winter day. There's just something magical about it, isn't there? I know, I know it's a cliche, but cliches exist for a reason. Winter in New York is something everyone needs to experience if you want to reinviograte that young desire for magic again."[/color]

As she spoke, Chariselle was careful about the words she used, the tone, the way her shirt opened slightly in the front, but not too much that she get flagged. Body language, hair movement, the simplest of blinks; it was all a part of the image. And it helped she had a bit of assistance from mother-dearest.

[color=#de9b8f]"Oh I am seeing the comments and you all are the sweetest! Those morning routines are so important not just because it's good for your body, but also for your soul. Oh thank you bellabelle204, I did get some new lip gloss which brings me to the sponsor for today. You all know I love looking my best and that sometimes means you need a little extra help. I know my girlies understand and even some of my fellas. And my non-binary baes also, #ally. Well this company produces some of the best make-up I have worn since I played in my mom's vanity. They are ethically sourced so you know you are putting good into the world and they come in a range of beautiful colors and good for all skin tones and varieties. I am so serious when I say this company is going places and I am so blessed to be one of the first to help market them!"[/color]

Chariselle obviously hid the fact that the company didn't give a fuck about the environment or the earth or how they treated their workers, both in their main office as well as the 'shops-that-shall-not-be-named', but they paid the bills. Or, rather, whatever she considered to be a bill (Starbucks didn't pay for itself!). When she approached them it took some convincing to even have her do this, but you'd be surprised what a little extra love will do to a person.

[color=#de9b8f]"So my belles, please use my code Charisbelle20 for 20% off your first order and free shipping! And they are constantly updated products so keep an eye out and keep watching because I guarantee I will not stop hyping them up!"[/color]

Chariselle watched the comments scroll in. One after the other as if it was attached to her veins, fueling her with the love. There was a troll comment here and there but that was to be expected from inbred momma's boy bitchtits who had nothing better to do than determine a woman's worth by calling her fat or ugly on the internet while hiding behind the anonymity of the internet. Chariselle could just slap the bitch to invented it, putting humanity so far behind what it could be.

[color=#de9b8f]"All right, I do have a bit of sad news. As many of you know I will be taking a brief hiatus from posting on here. It's nothing major I am fine and healthy, don't think I don't see those comments about weight loss or rehab. I encourage everyone to detox from social media now and then to recharge because as positive a space I try to make this be, the internet will internet."[/color]

As she spoke she heard the door slam and knew what that meant.

[color=#de9b8f]"All right my belles, I am hopping off but please check out that brand and write in the comments a positive affirmation that gets you through the day! Love you!"[/color] and she finished with an air kiss.

As she stopped recording she fought an eye roll over. She heard the clomp of feet and turned to face who had entered her domain.

Well, it was his domain but details.

Kyle or Vick or Rick or Sergio or whoever-the-fuck this guy's name was had come back home. While he should have been at work Chariselle knew what brought him home early. Before she could greet him he through the bag he had to the ground. [color=white]"What the fuck!?!?"[/color]

If Chariselle had to guess, Benny or Denny or Mick had left work for lunch and used his debit card, which declined. He probably used it again and it declined. Then Toby or Joby or Quinton scratched his little head and pulled out his phone to open up his banking app to see. Maybe he put a hold on his card and forgot? Yeah, that had to be it. And after facial recognition let him in he would see that he had a balance of -$12.36, the price of the sandwich he had tried to order.

And then Huey, Lewey, or Dewey there would wonder what the hell happened. Was he hacked? Surely he wasn't scammed, he was careful with his information. He didn't save his card numbers anywhere and changed his pin as often as he did his underwear. He was paranoid to a fault. So what could have happened? Laurel or Yanny would then check his history and see a large chunk was deposited from an ATM. And Robert or Tobert would think 'well, I didn't do that' because only a drunk or high idiot would do something as stupid as take all his money out, which meant someone else did.

And then Dasher or Dancer or Prancer or Rudolph would recall who it could have possibly have been. And then he would have stormed out of the shop as one of the workers called out that he still had the sandwich in his hand and in a fit of anger he would throw it to the ground despite the huge number of starving people in the world (a real problem!) and marched back to his apartment.

And here we were.

[color=white]"I repeat: what the fuck?!?"[/color]

[color=#de9b8f]"I heard you the first time. What's the problem?"[/color]

She could almost see the little vein near his right eye gush. [color=white]"You know what the problem is!"[/color]

[color=#de9b8f]"Well, obviously not or I wouldn't have asked. Did something happen at work?"[/color]

[color=white]"Did something....did.."[/color] he clenched his fists as he walked back and forth, [color=white]"No something didn't happen at work."[/color]

[color=#de9b8f]"Well something clearly has you upset? Come, let's sit and talk about it."[/color]

She reached for his hand and he pulled away and she could swear he made a fist, but quickly unclenched it. Good, he knew better. [color=white]"Why did you do it?"[/color]

Chariselle tilted her head ever so. [color=#de9b8f]"Do what?"[/color]

He clenched a fist again but he held it. [color=white]"You know what.."[/color] His breathing was getting more intense. [color=#de9b8f]"Sweetheart, I have no idea what you are talking about, but I want to figure this out."[/color] 

In a blink she was on him, her body pressing against his, chest to chest. Her eyes met his and she held his gaze slowly, steady, almost like a snake with its eyes on the little mouse that would be dinner. Her mouth pressed against his neck slightly before she cradled her hed into the space, nuzzling against him. [color=#de9b8f]"I think we need a minute alone together. Your job has you so stressed out. You have been complaining about it for weeks now. You need a break. Let me take care of you."[/color]

Walter or Wally or Walnut's anger seemed to evaporate into the ether. Whatever words hung on his lips melted away with her touch. [color=white]"Right, yeah, so stressful."[/color]

[color=#de9b8f]"It's so hard doing what you do. You need some TLC."[/color]

She grabbed his wrist and led him towards the bedroom. He followed in an almost loopy daze. [color=white]"TLC sounds nice."[/color]

Chariselle smiled as she pushed the door open, pulling him inside and preparing to make him forget everything for a while.

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Chariselle got dressed as Nick or Knack or Paddywack laid there, content and blissfully unaware. She grabbed her wallet and put it in her purse, checking to see if the bills she had deposited still were there. She grabbed her togo back and her luggage as well as the passport and ticket she had booked weeks prior. Once she was satisfied she closed the bedroom door behind her and took her things. She looked around one last time. This was a nice apartment, but she knew it wouldn't have lasted. At least Jason or whoever would be happy for a bit until he realized he would have no way to pay rent. Ah well, c'est la vie!

Chariselle closed the door to the apartment and made her way outside. A short taxi ride to the airport and she would be on her way to bigger and better things! She would miss New York, but she would be back once she got what she needed.

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The trip was a blessing. It really did pay to fly first class. Anyone else doing less was missing out. But she had arrived in Greece and found transportation for her ready and willing. The journey is the best, but the destination had its merits.

Once she arrived she looked around. She saw a gaggle of people coming and going, milling about. It was so cute! Like a real summer camp. She grabbed her stuff and strode forward, expecting someone to greet her and take her bags to wherever she would be staying.

Camp Athens needed to be ready. Chariselle had arrived.


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