Chanel Oberlin

Chanel sits on the couch with her minions, scrolling through her phone, clearly irritated.

Oberlin:
"Okay, first of all, I don't even understand why we're all sitting here like some tragic frat house version of The Breakfast Club. This is so humiliating. I should be online shopping, not breathing the same air as... whoever that is."

She pointed vaguely at the one who had just entered.

Oberlin:
"And before you open your mouth, let me stop you. No, I don't care what you think. No, you don't look cute in that outfit. And yes, I'm better than you. It's terrible to be right all the time."

Throwing her hair back, she began to hang out on her phone again .

Oberlin:
"Anyway, if anyone needs me, I'll be up there, moisturizing my skin and creating a life for myself where I don't have to endure that stupid, low-budget horror movie crap."