[--{}Cinder{}--] Home on The Range

Drusilla Bellatrix Charlesburg. Miss Charlesburg, as her instructor liked to call her, had just lost her temper, and the girl standing a few feet away from her was going to suffer because of it. She didn't know that at the time though, Miss Charlesburg was simply silently seething, glaring at the touchy-grabby man who was guiding her arms, trying to get a bulls eye out of the fifteen year old gang member. By day, she was a politicians daughter, but by night she was a politician herself. Well, loosely so. If you counted being the Representative of one of the fastest growing, nation-wide terrorist groups being a politician. Dru liked to. The Anti-Uprising.

Anyways, right now the terrible girl inside of her was getting angry. It was no surprise when Dru accidentally jabbed the heavy, long bow into the mans lower-half. A particularly tender part of the male body that could be used if a girl wanted to cause immediate, extreme pain. He fell backwards cursing the little wench. Dru snarled, took an expensive arrow her father had bought for her--one of a set--and snapped it on her knee, dropping the pieces on the howling man. She glared at him and threw her long bow, a heavy but artfully crafted item, backwards.

Into the girl.

Pretty girl, all blonde and wannabe-vixen. If Dru wasn't calmly, if not a little loudly telling her to move out of the way, she would have been foaming at the mouth. Mrs. Charlesburg, Miss Charlesburg's mother, was a former beauty queen who had gone to the Capitol multiple times, using her soulful blue eyes and long wave of dark blonde hair to thrust herself into a position of power. Dru didn't look much like her mother, only the blue eyes and pale skin in common, but she was pretty. Her eyes were sharper and darker than her mothers, filled with nothingness. People liked to think that deep, soulful eyes were beautiful, but truly intelligent people realized that person who could look so empty and fearsome was a real threat, a really beautiful, hypnotic power. She had dark brown hair that grew longer every day, traveling down her back and grazing her butt. Her skin was pale and creamy, and her features were simply beautiful.

The blonde had nothing on her. She was Dru Charlesburg. But if I haven't accidentally just given her brain damage, throwing a heavy weapon at her and all, then she might be useful. Its good to surround oneself with seemingly innocent friends who have tricks of up their sleeves.

ooc- obviously I'm sick and tired >.<