as written by Krysis
"You did this, because he was going to hit someone with that bottle? That bottle, right there?" Charlene asked incredulously, thrusting Jamie down next to Remy so the injured man could restrain their son.
Unless someone stopped her, she would scoop that bottle up and fling it at Camille. When it bounced off of whatever it hit, the sound of plastic was distinct.
"You put a man in the hospital, and perhaps disabled him for life, for waving around a plastic bottle. Without bothering to discover the facts of the incident, you chose to interfere. Despite knowing that your fellow proselyte could run circles around a drunk man, you attacked my husband." The skinny blonde glared at the three representatives of the Church, as if she found them all to be loathsome in her sight.
Remy muttered vaguely in correction, "Ex-husband." as he cuddled Jamie against his uninjured side, and enveloped the boy in a cloud of cheap bourbon vapors.
"If there had been less witnesses, I would not be surprised if you had killed him, like that poor werewolf. Maybe you would have claimed he was showing signs of being something more than he is, and you wouldn't have faced any consequences at all. This is why the Church is feared and hated." Charlene ranted more than a bit, venting frustrations that had been building for years. She didn't wave her hands around, but she did pace back and forth unless restrained, and pitched her accusations to be plainly heard by the crowd that had gathered.
"You did this, because he was going to hit someone with that bottle? That bottle, right there?" Charlene asked incredulously, thrusting Jamie down next to Remy so the injured man could restrain their son.
Unless someone stopped her, she would scoop that bottle up and fling it at Camille. When it bounced off of whatever it hit, the sound of plastic was distinct.
"You put a man in the hospital, and perhaps disabled him for life, for waving around a plastic bottle. Without bothering to discover the facts of the incident, you chose to interfere. Despite knowing that your fellow proselyte could run circles around a drunk man, you attacked my husband." The skinny blonde glared at the three representatives of the Church, as if she found them all to be loathsome in her sight.
Remy muttered vaguely in correction, "Ex-husband." as he cuddled Jamie against his uninjured side, and enveloped the boy in a cloud of cheap bourbon vapors.
"If there had been less witnesses, I would not be surprised if you had killed him, like that poor werewolf. Maybe you would have claimed he was showing signs of being something more than he is, and you wouldn't have faced any consequences at all. This is why the Church is feared and hated." Charlene ranted more than a bit, venting frustrations that had been building for years. She didn't wave her hands around, but she did pace back and forth unless restrained, and pitched her accusations to be plainly heard by the crowd that had gathered.