Fancy Meeting You Here {Brody, Jeran, Tom, & Charlie}

Intimidation. It's a card Charlie often uses herself, despite the fact it may not look that way currently. After only days of exhaustion her arms are already lacking in their usual tone. Bags forming under her eyes practically even more just as they speak. There's still that tiny spark of fierceness in her eyes though, unwillingness to ever cave within her attitude. They got so close to her revealing everything, nearly defeated as she settles for an agreement. But the unnamed Keeper chooses the hard path as well, automatically making her come along for the ride as well. Guess they're in for a walk in the park. The stare following his long, built stature up as he stands and crosses around the table just as Jeran did. Unlike her friend, this one has a device and it's clearly not meant for anything good. Well alright, bring it.

Nothing changes within her expression. She only stops her gaze on him as she doesn't find any need to give him the energy for turning her head. Not when there's a completely good mirror in front of them. Even if Charlie was standing there'd be quite a heigh different between them, now it's simply ridiculous with her sitting. Still her face doesn't alter in the least. Feel good? Stronger then before even? Enjoy it while it lasts. He doesn't understand why she's holding on to these names, ruining everything just to protect criminals. Well of course he thinks that way, "you haven't been listening." She comments her observation with a tilt of her head. That bracelet means everything to her. She's making a deal, he just needs to take it.

"I've heard that before." Charlie replies, feeling a thump in her heart as cold metal surrounds her thumb. So the offer didn't work, well this is something to look forward to. "Was only an offer." She corrects just before the feeling of her thumb bending where it shouldn't quickly distracts her, having her squirm for only a second until she collects herself again. And the torturing begins. Really didn't think they were going to get to this point, though she's not disappointed. Some physical pain sounds nice right about now. "Pleasant." She mumbles through gritted teeth. "I don't think you're asking anymore." She points out with a bit too much sarcasm for this situation. "So no deal?" Might as well make sure theres no going back anymore.

Excruciating. That might even be an understatement. Pain is far from something new to Charlie given the foster system has complete authority in whatever type of punishment they feel suits; it's as if all that preparation dissipates for a moment though. No warning is given before she can feel that heart-stopping, nails on a chalk board, sound of her thumb breaking. Without even a say in the matter a scream erupts from the initial impact, before she's quickly huffing to recollect herself. Tears burning her eyes though they don't dare fall over the edge. There's already that sting in her heart that Jeran left that she's faced to rid of, more energy being used to keep herself awake. Leaving absolutely nothing to keep that her thumb from consuming her. Smart tactics, she'll give him that.

A sort of daze kicks in as a last alternative to deal with it all. Even after days of not taking any sort of substance, it still finds a way in helping her now. And to think people her judge her for that. It has everything racing through her veins like lightning bolts, one after another. Nothing pleasant, but somehow tolerable. And of course all protruding from that one area of her thumb. She can hardly even notice the feeling of the metal clasping against her opposite thumb, or the words attempting to figure her out. The pressure draws her back though as she tries to formulate what he just said.

Only thing she catches is that she's trying to protect criminals, which is completely untrue. The only one she's protecting is Jeran, and he's not a criminal, is he? Everything's starting to become quite confusing as her body's slowly shutting down in order to ignore the pain. All she has left to do is remain quiet as her sarcastic comments have official lost their way. Eyes following the bracelet-that's held far too big of a part-as it falls in front of her once again. Quickly she averts her gaze else where, only to find her interrogator as she stares up at the ceiling. Best to just look at that damn piece of jewelry since a mirror also intrudes before them.

None of the threats seem to matter anymore. More isolation, pain, interrogation. Whatever, nothing she's incapable of dealing with. The worst is finally over with, and her lips remain sealed. That is, until Jeran's brought into the picture. She gave up a name already for that specific reason. As much as this Keeper doesn't see it, thinks she's only doing this to protect thieves, he's wrong. It's for him. "Michael Nicks, Jeff Corbett, Cardin something. I can go on and on trying to remember all their names, but it'll much easier for you to just find them all at the abandon library in the town I came from." She's had enough with this game, and won't take any chance in getting Jeran involved again. Even if it means not getting what she wants. "No beds, so no one expects us squatters. Go at night they only have one watcher at the front entrance...You gonna leave me alone now?"