Bub had been in St. Peters for what, two months now? It was a nice place; better then where she was before, she supposed. Dragged away from her horrible family by her equally horrible sister; well, her sister wasn't that bad. But she was the reason Bub wore her plastic black devil mask, and that tied in to why the girl wore so many layers to cover up her scarred, broken body.

But she wasn't thinking about that now; she was aimlessly trotting around the warehouse, counting the lights on the ceilings and trying to amuse herself so she wouldn't go insane looking at the cold concrete walls for hours on end.

the youth! the thought of the youth of the warehouse always brought a smile to lottie's face. she was still technically a member of the st. peter's youth, but clearly being older than the rest of the children made her different, right? she found joy in many things, and building trust and friendship between citizens was one of them. so when she found herself wandering around the warehouse aimlessly for once, why not work on those said relationships? today had been cold; almost too cold to go water her plants (although the real reason she stayed behind was because of the lack of officials coming in and out of the warehouse).

with a yawn and a flick of her loose ponytail, lottie began to hum as she peered around, searching for a child in which she could speak too. luckily, the small frame of bub cameron came into view. she didn't know a lot about the girl, only that she came from a troubled past. she always wore a mask... it was odd to lottie, to be honest. why cover up your face? she couldn't begin to imagine what could have caused the girl to wear such a thing all the time, but regardless she quietly approached her. tapping the girl on the shoulder, she flashed a grin and gave a small wave. "bub? hey, it's me, lottie! how are you?!"
[spoiler=for mama, make him rich as a king // updated 1/28][ general ] ∞ matchmaker, matchmaker
∆ charlotte oscar bellamy | "lottie" | call her anything except oscar
∆ cis female | feminine pronouns | she/her
∆ fifteen years | more childish than outwardly showing | ages realistically
∆ biromantic, bisexual | ½ [prominent ship] | 00 crushes | 00 "maybe" crushes
∆ st. peter's | [rank] | [titles]
∆ best friends with -- | no known enemies | no known rivalries

[ physical ] ∞ make me a match
∆ human | health: 100%
— lottie is a rather petite human teen. rather angelic in appearance, her most notable features being her long blonde hair and piercing sea-green eyes. standing at five foot four and a light one hundred pounds, she isn't the biggest of her age group. she has skinny extremities and would be considered a model if she wasn't lacking in height. traditionally she'd be found with her hair in a half-up-half-down hairstyle. sundresses with a pastel cardigan are her main outfits of choice, but at times she'll wear jeans with a tank top. almost always lottie wears pearl earrings.
— major injuries: none
— minor injuries: small scratches from picking roses; minor concussion

[ personality ] ∞ find me a find
∆ sweetheart | kind | optimistic | personable
∆ blabber-mouth | fiercely loyal | curious | trusting
∆ innocent | coward | kind | deceiving
∆ enfp | the campaigner

[ interaction ] ∞ bring me a ring for I'm longing to be
∆ easy physically | easyish mentally | won't start fights | won't end fights
∆ open to minor injuries | closed to death, maim, capture, torture and major injuries

[ notes ] ∞ the envy of all i see
∆ needs all the friends in the worlds
∆ will treat strangers as friends and friends as family
∆ twiddles with earrings
∆ loves gardening[/spoiler]

Today was cold, but it didn't bother her too much; she was bundled up nice and snug and even the chilly air couldn't cut through the layers. Still, it was one of the days where she was glad she wasn't allowed outside; it'd be much too cold out there without the insulation of the cold concrete walls.

She was up to twenty-four lights when someone tapped her on the shoulder and broke her out of her trance. She turned, a light but cautious smile blossoming on her face for a few moments before she realized that Lottie couldn't see it. She liked Lottie; she was kind and optimistic and friendly, though that was about as much as she knew about Lottie.

"Oh, hi Lottie." She said softly, her voice quiet but friendly. "I'm okay; I've been counting lights to pass the time, wanna join me?"

counting lights? such a trivial task never seemed to fly through lottie's fast-paced mind. then again, bub was confined to the warehouse. she was a nice girl and certainly didn't seem like the type of person to sneak outside. it was a risk, and in all honestly, she was surprised she hadn't been caught yet. knock on wood, though. hopefully, she wouldn't be caught anytime soon. who knew what her punishment may be? maybe she'd get kicked out, and sent to the badlands! that wouldn't be good.

surely there was something else to do in this warehouse than count lights. luckily, lottie was a pro at finding other things to do, and an idea sprang to her mind. it was a bit risky, but when does that matter. plus, it'll give her a chance to talk to bub alone. "bub, you know the metal walkways up by the ceiling, right?" she drawled playfully, never once breaking eye contact where she could only assume bub's eyes were hidden below the mask, "why don't we go up there? then we can count the lights easier!"

[spoiler=for mama, make him rich as a king // updated 1/28][ general ] ∞ matchmaker, matchmaker
∆ charlotte oscar bellamy | "lottie" | call her anything except oscar
∆ cis female | feminine pronouns | she/her
∆ fifteen years | more childish than outwardly showing | ages realistically
∆ biromantic, bisexual | ½ [prominent ship] | 00 crushes | 00 "maybe" crushes
∆ st. peter's | [rank] | [titles]
∆ best friends with -- | no known enemies | no known rivalries

[ physical ] ∞ make me a match
∆ human | health: 100%
— lottie is a rather petite human teen. rather angelic in appearance, her most notable features being her long blonde hair and piercing sea-green eyes. standing at five foot four and a light one hundred pounds, she isn't the biggest of her age group. she has skinny extremities and would be considered a model if she wasn't lacking in height. traditionally she'd be found with her hair in a half-up-half-down hairstyle. sundresses with a pastel cardigan are her main outfits of choice, but at times she'll wear jeans with a tank top. almost always lottie wears pearl earrings.
— major injuries: none
— minor injuries: small scratches from picking roses; minor concussion

[ personality ] ∞ find me a find
∆ sweetheart | kind | optimistic | personable
∆ blabber-mouth | fiercely loyal | curious | trusting
∆ innocent | coward | kind | deceiving
∆ enfp | the campaigner

[ interaction ] ∞ bring me a ring for I'm longing to be
∆ easy physically | easyish mentally | won't start fights | won't end fights
∆ open to minor injuries | closed to death, maim, capture, torture and major injuries

[ notes ] ∞ the envy of all i see
∆ needs all the friends in the worlds
∆ will treat strangers as friends and friends as family
∆ twiddles with earrings
∆ loves gardening[/spoiler]

Bub bit her lip as Lottie explained her plan; it would be easier up there, but wouldn't they get in trouble? The adults around here were really strict, and she doubted they'd be very patient with them if they started running around in the rafters. Still, it sounded much more fun then what she was currently doing.

"Okay, lets do it." Bub said, her soft voice laced with excitement as adrenaline already started melting into her veins. She never broke the rules, so of course she'd get excited at even the thought.