[centre][h2][color=dodgerblue]Cameron[/color][/h2][/centre] [hr]𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕: 𝕄𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕊𝕢𝕦𝕒𝕣𝕖 | 𝟙𝟚𝟘𝟘[hr] Cam had had better days. Worse ones, too, mind you. At least she'd gone with [i]avoiding[/i] the Peacekeepers this time, which definitely helped. If you ignored the persistent black eye, broken finger, and general pain, she practically felt human. And with her shades on, she could even change things around without it being too obvious - and that always made things more fun. 'Course, the peacekeepers had to go ruining that, too; sure, she could still be freaky, but the real fun was gone from it, especially when she had to keep constantly on guard. At least she'd made herself look old enough to grab a bottle of the cheapest whiskey money could buy. Healthy coping mechanisms; tasted awful, but she wasn't in it for the taste. Whatever. This place was a dump, she was a mess, and no amount of pretending otherwise would change that. Not that it meant she couldn't try, of course. The bruising stayed, so the colour changed to cover it up instead, a patch of deep purple on the right half of her face. Distracting enough that people wouldn't constantly bug her with the pitying looks, even if they were replaced with scowls and fears of upsetting the dear old Peacekeepers. "Irritating liability" was so much more fun than "victim", and this place needed all the fun it could get. Even the [i]food[/i] was terrible, and the sleep, and the damned curfew. However many things were wrong with her time in the city, she'd had control of her own life and use of her own power. The resistance was almost as bad, but for different reasons. God, but they were [b]self-righteous[/b] about the whole thing. Cameron had never done well with self-righteous. Yeah, yeah, big goals, important things to do, she was sure it all mattered to someone; but whether that someone had to be her, that was another question. Honestly, you needed to look out for the little guy, and also number one. Mostly number one, really. Numbers two through infinity... well, she wouldn't go out of her way to spite them, but honestly, it wasn't like they'd stick their necks out for you, either. Play the game, nod along, act your part as well as you can. Walk along the back alleys, because that way you wouldn't see anyone that you'd upset the other day. Though there did tend to be more revolution types around here, they'd at least take the beaten-up look as a positive. Something something, sticking your neck out, standing up, which was overall a great spin on her inability to keep her mouth shut for ten seconds. Ugh. Even when she carried her head high, didn't hide, finally got the chance to mess around with her power without caring who saw... Everything about this place was no fun. She made her way towards a makeshift plaza, well, more of a clearing between the run-down buildings than anything. Nothing much interesting here, but now that the Peacekeepers seemed done taking shots at her, she could finally find some kind of entertainment. Lot of movement around this area, and so she took a seat atop a half-crumbled wall, a small smirk on her face as hawk-like eyes looked over the crowd. City or compound, she could always find some joy in people-watching. Occasionally, when one looked interesting enough, she'd try to meet their gaze; whether they took notice of the strange girl on the wall and her inhuman eyes, that could be their decision.