Carla Ayatsugi audition

Carla tapped her chin with her fingers while she stood in front of the list of books that the library had to offer. Huffing lightly, Carla caused her bangs to shift on her forehead while she stared at the different titles of the books. She'd been focusing on her latest interview census she had been cooking up, and had forgotten about an assignment that was due tomorrow. But while she cared deeply about her grades, she was torn between quickly finishing it and tracking down someone to start her questioning on. It was so frustrating sometimes, having to be torn between school, assignments, and the more important things in life - like tormenting class Zero. They deserved it though, with their heads so far up their backsides. It was more for amusement sake that she tormented them - she would admit it, but it was so much fun that she couldn't quite bring herself to mind that they all disliked her so much. The feeling was mutual anyway.

Carla stroked the backs of books as she went along, before stopping. Her eyes were drawn somehow to a book that seemed to be protruding from the other books it was next to. A devilish glint came onto her eyes while she leaned forward to inspect the book a little closer. How had she never known that this book was in the library?! With a little chuckle, Carla pulled out the book. "Perfecting your Javelin Toss? I think Nine would appreciate this..." She actually chuckled before tucking the book under her arm. Well, even if this day had to be boring, she could at least get a little enjoyment at the end of the day when she presented it to Nine. His face...she was going to have to bring a camera.

She was elated to have this book in her hands. Honestly she hadn't known that it even existed, even in their library. That made it all the better! If she hadn't known it was in the school, then Nine definitely wouldn't have any idea about it. Boy was this going to be rich, blindsiding him like that. Though she liked to taunt every member of class Zero, there were a few that were really easy to ruffle their feathers, which meant that it was a whole lot more fun to do than to others. Queen for instance...Carla got no satisfaction out of trying to torment her, since the class president didn't seem to have a bone in her body that could be flustered, unfortunately for her. And it really was unfortunate! Carla would love to add Queen to her personal list of victories in the taunting area. So...she would have to find something, and she thought she had with that whole King's Crotch business...but even that had flustered her when she had asked her outright about it. Well sheesh, did that woman have any shame? It sure didn't seem like it!

Well whatever, Queen and her own failure to troll that woman wasn't what she wanted to be thinking of right now anyway! She was thinking of Nine, the dumb-y of Class Zero, there were a few others as well. Jack was probably the worst out of them all, Eight-...yeah, thinking she would want him! In his dreams! Actually...not even there. She'd really rather not be in any perverted dreams that Eight had. she really wouldn't want to...but she bet he'd had them. Oh man...just block it out, bloooock it out.

Shuddering slightly, the queen of swindling found her thoughts returning to the special questions she had prepared for her interview. Now...who would be the perfect person to start out asking about it? Hmmm...tapping her chin again and thinking while she wandered around the shelves, she tried to think about who to find. Her answer came quite suddenly. As she emerged from between the shelves, her aqua eyes zoned in on a perfect candidate. Almost instantly a devilish smirk appeared on her features, the same twinkle in her eyes that usually said she was up to something. Shuffling her notebook on top of the book she'd gotten to torment Nine, Carla strode toward the less intelligent member of Class Zero - they were all stupid in her eyes, but some more than others - and prepared for the time of her life.

"Oooooh Ciiinque~"

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She's not pure evil at all. B|

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