Charlie, being the owner of a very particular cult-like following and harem, was a paranoid man with charisma but a weak point for rage and paranoia. He was suspicious of everyone, even his most loyal followers. In fact, he was more suspicious of them then he was anyone else. He figured the most loyal one's had the easiest edge to try and play him to their advantage and Charlie did not like being played. Lena-or Blair, was playing a dangerous game. Hodiak left that part out. He left a lot of shit out just to get someone to agree to this nightmare. Which is why Brian was so nervous. But Lena only saw the end of the game before all of the other shit that would unfold. She wasn't thinking about the middle. She was thinking about the end before she even got there. Brian had the insight to know this wasn't going to be over quickly, and it most likely wouldn't end well. But Charlie was always wanting to make new people join him; Sadie had told him about this beautiful Blair woman she'd met and how she'd be perfect for the House. Of course; Charlie's most charismatic charm was on this evening for Blair's arrival. He would remain like that until he had her where he wanted her, like most sociopaths do. But for now he would seem much different from the man Hodiak described and that would be extremely conflicting for Blair. "Well, who do we have here ?" Charlie beamed, coming down the steps in jeans and no shirt-and barefooted. He was a handsome man with a full beard and shaggy hair. "This is Blair." Sadie beamed, putting two hands on the woman's shoulders to show her off to Charlie who approved with a gleam in his brown eyes. "Welcome, Blair." He took her hand to kiss it, "Get her a drink, Sadie. She looks like she needs one. Something stiff!"

When Charlie appeared, Lena became Blair and she had to lock Brian away in her mind. She smiled at their leader. She could feel his charisma and understood why women would be drawn to him, "Quite a welcome," Blair smiled," Thank-you. Sadie's told me so much about you. It's really nice of you to take me in," she said, having little clue what the man in front of her was capable of – or what he thought about her. She felt out of place but she had to remind herself to lose those thoughts. "Your house is beautiful," she complimented. People adorned every room but they all seemed taken with the shirtless man in front of her. He was like the epitome of hippie. She could smell pot, that was for sure. "I just hope that I'm not too much trouble," She said. She realized she had no idea how this house worked. What were the expectations of her? She glanced back at Sadie who was beaming. Maybe she could just hang with Sadie until Charlie did something incriminating and she could get back to Hodiak. The days until she could see Brian again already felt so long and yet her eyes drifted back to Charlie as if she couldn't help it.

Looking around the house with a firm nod and a little smile; Charlie returned his gaze to her and shook his head harshly when she said she hoped she wouldn't be too much trouble, "Only trouble I see you causin' is bein' the most beautiful woman here." He said with a smirk, taking her drink and handing it to her when Sadie bought it back. The others took her bags upstairs to her room, what little she had and left Charlie to doing the introductions. "So I don't know much about you-tell me everything." He laughed, showing her into his office where they could talk more intimately and privately. He would rather investigate her on his own. Without the chatter of everyone else around them to distract him from his main focus, which was her at the moment, knowing what made her tick and who she was underneath the beautiful veneer she put out to everyone. "Sadie told me you were perfect for the house, didn't go into too much detail..." He explained further, putting his feet up on his desk and lighting up his bowl, which he offered her politely.

Lena hadn't done much smoking since school but she figured there was no reason to turn it down. "It's a rather tired tale, I'm afraid," she told him. She took a hit and handed it back to him, cradling the drink in her hands, "Thought he was everything, ended up giving me this," she lifted her shirt. Just below her bra was a nice bright, purple bruise. It was actually from when Hodiak was giving her some pointers on defending herself but Charlie didn't have to know that, "and after a few trips to the hospital I ended up meeting Sadie and she told me about how you all support each other. She told me she left a similar situation and...I took a leap," she shifted in her seat, getting comfortable, "Scariest thing I've ever done but..." she took a sip of the drink and held it up to him, "Seems to be okay,' she felt rather relaxed after her small hit, "You have quite the house, there must be so many more interesting stories here than mine," she said. "Sadie couldn't stop singing your praises, Charlie. I can't wait to get to know you..." she admitted as a shy girl would.

Charlie knew there were things she was holding back. He wasn't a stupid man. He spent most of his time observing others so when it came down to lies and secrets-he was the King of knowledge because he had so many of his own. "I don't know about that. Beautiful woman with such exotic features is bound to be an interesting one." He said knowingly, putting his hands behind his head and watching her with a hawk's observance. He was intelligent, perhaps too intelligent for his own good. Too inflated to see mistakes when he made them, because he was so involved in himself that he only noticed himself. He was ever conscious of his own world, his own surroundings. "Scary can be exhilarating." He remarked, standing up from his chair and moving around to sit on the desk in front of her. "We don't have rules here, Blair. But there is one-unspoken rule that I just expect everyone to know and follow. We're family in this house. We don't lie, we don't keep secrets..." His eyes were black then, serious, suspicious and paranoid even. "And as long as you remember that then we'll all be happy." He smiled after that, as if he were just a different man for a moment.

Blair felt the nerves rise in her chest but when he finished with a smile they were extinguished. He was an interesting guy, she was sure. "That seems fair," she responded, taking the last sip of her drink, "It's a good philosophy to live by," she set her glass aside, watching him, his body so much closer to hers now. "Sadie told me you're all one here," she glanced out the window. The sun was descending towards the horizon. "Charlie," she started, as a curious new member would, "How is it so many people can become one?" she asked. "How is it you get everyone to leave a piece of themselves at the door?" she asked, "They all adore you..." she said in awe. "It's amazing," she said. It truly was. That was true. Blair shifted in her seat again, not realizing that in the month she would likely be in the house - that that month would be filled with hours, minutes, seconds that she had to fill with thoughts and actions and lies and it was incredibly daunting.

"The people that come here come from broken homes. Mother's that didn't want them, or father's. Bad foster homes. Broken relationships with their significant other. Broken lives." He said simply, if not somewhat nostalgically as if he knew what that felt like but most people were smart enough not to pry. Swinging around on his chair; Charlie looked out towards the horizon and kept his focus on that while taking another long hit of his bowl to calm his nerves but it only stood to make him more paranoid-if at all possible. "We adore one another. The motto and life I provide is a family they never had and a loyalty they have never known. That's the drawl here. We're all meant to be one." He explained, turning around to face her after a moment. "We do for eachother here. Everyone pulls their weight in this house-bringing things in someone else might need for us all to share. That's how we survive. It's more-like Robin Hood and his band of merry thieves." They took from others to give to one another, to give to the house though most of it all made it's way back to Charlie. None of them knew that and if they did, they were silenced. Most of them were too high and stupid to notice, too grateful for his taking them in.

"Wow," Blair said quietly. She slowly stood from her chair, looking down at the charismatic man who smoked away at his bowl, "I don't want to keep you any more... I should really go settle in," she said, needing a moment to breathe as Lena as it all became a reality. She was in the room with Charlie Manson and he was in control. It wasn't so much what he told her but she could feel it. It was all around them. He had a vice grip on the house and it was not likely he would let go. It was clear that no one got anything past Charlie and Blair-no matter how beautiful she was, was no exception. "Don't worry about settling in. We set it all up for you in there. Now we have dinner outside. For tonight you won't have to do much but after this-you'll be expected to help with the chores and things like that around here. We don't slack for work when it comes to manual labor and house chores." He said quietly, that was another silent rule to make sure that the house stayed in line. No lies. Do chores. It was basically like living with your parents. "You'll like it here. Just like any other place, we have some unspoken rules. But we're a family and if that's what you're looking for then you'll find it here."

"All right, well, I make a mean eggplant parmesan," she said, knowing she was going to have to work her way up the ranks here like any other job only this time the stakes were much higher.