Interrupting Kimply's Nap and other Dangerous Sports

It was a late weekday afternoon, and the lounge was practically vacant. A young woman laid on a couch, her head resting against the arm of the sofa. Pink hair spilled out around her, her head was tilted back and her mouth was slightly ajar. a history book way in her lap, a sign of the work she was attempting. It had been a long day, and she had wanted nothing more than rest. But she had promised herself that she would study a bit before passing out. And, well, we see well that turned out...

Lotte inspected the girl. She had walked into the room a few minutes ago, and was presenting with the awkward situation of finding a sleeping person in a public place. Her photo senses were tingling. How she would love to take a picture of this for the yearbook, and gain Beata the image of a restful community of students.

She wouldn't wake. She was sure she had the flash off. Ethel was behind the couch, with her hands on her hips. "Charlotte Redwaltz, don't do what I think you are going to do." said the British ghost, pretending she was a guardian. A faint smile appeared over her lips. Ethel was in a good mood, and teasing Lotte as she always did.

Lotte pouted, knowing she was joking but still a little peeved. Because of this, she was determined to ignore Ethel's request. Calling her her full name, the condescending little...
Snap!
The bright light illuminated the room. Shit! She forgot to turn off flash. Ethel has distracted her. Lotte jumped back, hiding the camera behind her back and trying her best to look casual.

Kimply saw flashing bright red through closed eyes and she immediately woke. Unbalanced and frightened, she flaired, tumbling off of the couch. Looking around, a wild eyed Kimply spotted a brown haired girl. "You! What happened? Are we under attack?" She looked around for ninjas or Nazis or something on fire, but the room seemed clear of trouble. There was only her and the girl. She frowned, shooting the young lady a suspicious look, expecting an explanation. Whatever had woke her from her restful slumber better have been important.

The girl looked at her shakily, and looked around the room with an expression of fake shock. "It was terrible! Someone took a picture of you and ran! his name was montare" said Lotte, following it by an awkward laugh. Ethel was a few meters away, giggling at Lotte as she held her stomach. It was a fail, but Lotte would fix this. It would be all good. BI

Kimply jumped to her feet, crinkling her nose in annoyance. "Wonderful. Just wonderful. I probably looked like some strawberry cupcake that got dropped on concrete. They're probably gonna post it all over everywhere now!" She twirled a peice of her hair, distraught. Suddenly she looked up at Lotte. "You absolutely have to help me find them! You know what this solo paparazzi looks like and everything!" She gave Lotte puppy eyes, letting her know how much this meant to her. She couldn't let an embarrassing picture get around. It would ruin whatever rep she had!

"Um....oh no. The bastard blinded me with the flash." murmured Lotte, not making eye contact. So, this person wasn't the brightest of girls. Maybe she was simply gullible. "But they probably were very pretty and had a nice personality." added the girl with a smile. "Forget about it. They must have been a part of your fanclub, with that face of yours."
Flattery was her best chance of getting out of this. Ethel looked at Kimply incredulously, blinking. Did she seriously fall for Lotte's terrible alibi? The ghost had almost facepalmed, and walked closer to Kimply, poking her cheek. Come on, you mustn't be that dumb!

A sound could be heard as the door to the lounge opened, revealing Montare. First, he noticed there was only two people. Second, he realized one of them was Lotte. Oh shit! he thought as he began to walk back out of the lounge, hoping he hadn't been noticed, despite the loud door.

Okay, okay. She wasn't that dumb. But sleep still tumbled around in her brain and she hadn't been thinking when she spoke. Not that she generally thought before speaking, but still. Now the Winter began to pick up on small details- the hint of humor in the girl's voice, the flattery that would have worked if she wasn't already suspicious, the now blatant fact that the girl hid something behind her... So, she was being played a fool. Narrowing her eyes slightly, Kimply decided to play the part anyway. "Oh, I'm sure they were. Nonetheless,even if the are a dedicated fan, the just have no right to do that! Pleaaase help me find them!" She begged, getting on one knee. Perhaps she was being over dramatic, but to hell with it. She might be thought of as an idiot, but if she could trick the girl- heck, and maybe get the camera- she'd be content.

Lotte watched her dramatic dive to the floor, as if she was proposing, but before Lotte could suspect anything, She looked up and saw a certain boy.
Shit, it was Montare. Jason was not around to protect her. She was afraid to use Ethel's lifeforce again, but still braced herself to fire a beam of light at the boy. "What are you doing here?" she asked in a solemn voice, on her toes and in a sort of battle stance. It looked a little overboard and a tad silly, and even Ethel didn't seem to take the girl seriously, giggling a little more. The ghost's stomach hurt from laughing so much, but she had to be ready for an attack. The pain was excruciating, and she had to be mentally prepared...

Montare stopped and reentered the room. He could tell Lotte was ready to fight if need be. Montare let out a slight sigh as he walked over to the nearest seat and sat down. "I can't go anywhere without this happening now." he murmured, and then noticed Kimply was...on her knees? This caused a confused look on his face.

Kimply immediately jumped up, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "Hello stranger, don't worry, I'm not proposing or anything." She reassured. Catching the awkward atmosphere, Kimply frowned slightly. "Do you two know each other?" She asked curiously. If they did, they obviously weren't close. In subtle steps- or, bounces- Kimply slowly snaked around to get a glance at what Lotte was holding. Yes, Lotte. She was definitely on to you now.

Lotte narrowed her eyes, and rose the camera to her face, snapping a picture of Montare. "There. A Rumor-stricken Psycho. said Lotte with a mischievous smile. "Sounds fitting to me~"
Yeah, the girl hadn't noticed as Kimply peeked at her camera. Jace had warned her of the boy in front of her, and he must have been a bad person. Now, if Lotte had a rapewhistle and her quarterstaff, she would have been set for the situation, but she was not equipped with either.

Montare looked slightly angered after Lotte snapped a picture of him. Now he had a picture to get back as well. He had his dagger on him, although pulling it out would be extremely stupid of him. Instead, he kept sitting there. "Do you need to take pictures of everything?" he murmured under his breath.

Lotte blinked. Sure she did! She always had her camera to capture every moment she could. Was that...bad? Did people not like her using her camera so much?
"Well...." began the girl, clutching her camera. She suddenly felt small, as if she had done something wrong and her parents were scolding her. She did snap a lot of pictures, but it was a hobby. There was definitely nothing wrong with it. If there was, Ethel would have surely called her out about it!
Well, Ethel sometimes got annoyed, and maybe that was because of these pictures!
These thoughts began to stir in Lotte's head, and she continued to grip the small device in her palms.

Suddenly, Kimply's laugh suddenly rang through the lounge. "Yeah, do you have to take pictures of everything? Like sleeping girls? That's kinda creepy, after all." Her grin was wide, and she crossed her arms across her chest. Lotte had been officially caught. Noticing the girl's discomfort, Kimply rolled her indigo eyes, growing a bit more serious. "Oh, don't get all upset. It's just that sometimes, people don't want their picture taken. So can you do me a favor and delete mine?" She asked, narrowing her eyes and shifting her weight to another foot.