In some way, Chara supposed she'd always known that one day, everything she was and aspired to become would come back to bite her in the ass in some way or fashion. She wasn't particularly well liked, and although she had found her peace with that, it seemed that some people harbored feelings they could not rid themselves in any other way than direct confrontation.
Whether it was by her own actions, or those of her brother's remained unclear. She was well aware of the reputation her family had come across, and even more, what many seemed to think of her brother's current... Situation.
Perhaps that was why when she and her maid was stopped, Chara wasn't all too surprised. Yet, defiant as ever, the brunette didn't show the men in her path much attention. At least not until they had tried putting a hand on her in an attempt to stop her from moving past them. She had been quick to pull back, her maid even stepping forward in a fruitless attempt to shield her.
Chara knew better than anyone that she stood no chance if the two men chose to move forward. No, it was far smarter to remain calm and not do anything that would further anger them. Because they were angry. That much was clear, from the way they glared at her, and from the tension resting upon their shoulders.
One of the men shifted his gaze, taking in their surroundings as if making sure they were alone and left undisturbed.
It was clear that they had come here with some plan, and yet, when faced with the reality of the situation, hesitated.
"Gentlemen." She spoke, calling their attention to her. "As you can likely imagine, I have a very busy day ahead of me, and we would like to pass, but you seem to make that rather challenging. What can I do for you?" She kept her tone flat and devoid of any emotions. The two men looked at each other for a moment, before their gazes returned to the lady and her maid.
They exchanged words between the two, but whatever was said, the brunette did not catch. They kept their voices far too hushed, their intent likely for the words not to reach her. Furrowing her brows as she grew a little more impatient, the hazel eyed brunette was tempted to speak up, but knew better than to do so. As if sensing her growing impatience, one of the men snickered, lifting his hand in the air and held two fingers up.
Before she was allowed much of a chance to react further, the two men pounced. One of them went for her maid, circling her and holding her still by the hands. The other, the same man who had lifted his hands, grabbed Chara by the wrists and pushed her against the wall hard enough for the air to leave her lungs in a rapid huff.
Whether it was by her own actions, or those of her brother's remained unclear. She was well aware of the reputation her family had come across, and even more, what many seemed to think of her brother's current... Situation.
Perhaps that was why when she and her maid was stopped, Chara wasn't all too surprised. Yet, defiant as ever, the brunette didn't show the men in her path much attention. At least not until they had tried putting a hand on her in an attempt to stop her from moving past them. She had been quick to pull back, her maid even stepping forward in a fruitless attempt to shield her.
Chara knew better than anyone that she stood no chance if the two men chose to move forward. No, it was far smarter to remain calm and not do anything that would further anger them. Because they were angry. That much was clear, from the way they glared at her, and from the tension resting upon their shoulders.
One of the men shifted his gaze, taking in their surroundings as if making sure they were alone and left undisturbed.
It was clear that they had come here with some plan, and yet, when faced with the reality of the situation, hesitated.
"Gentlemen." She spoke, calling their attention to her. "As you can likely imagine, I have a very busy day ahead of me, and we would like to pass, but you seem to make that rather challenging. What can I do for you?" She kept her tone flat and devoid of any emotions. The two men looked at each other for a moment, before their gazes returned to the lady and her maid.
They exchanged words between the two, but whatever was said, the brunette did not catch. They kept their voices far too hushed, their intent likely for the words not to reach her. Furrowing her brows as she grew a little more impatient, the hazel eyed brunette was tempted to speak up, but knew better than to do so. As if sensing her growing impatience, one of the men snickered, lifting his hand in the air and held two fingers up.
Before she was allowed much of a chance to react further, the two men pounced. One of them went for her maid, circling her and holding her still by the hands. The other, the same man who had lifted his hands, grabbed Chara by the wrists and pushed her against the wall hard enough for the air to leave her lungs in a rapid huff.