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The Seven Deadly Sins; No where left but up.

How's the main thread coming along? I have a tighter schedule next week so knowing when the IC is done would help me balance a bit.

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I know the roleplay is on hiatus, and most of you are probably permanently leaving, but did the discord server of this rp get deleted? I can't find it anymore and I don't remember leaving...

The Seven Deadly Sins; No where left but up.

@JackDLemmy Someone did Wrath, but the others should be still free I think?

The Seven Deadly Sins; No where left but up.

@Dealdric Okay so I finished a somewhat major-ish rework on my character, there's a lot of changes and new stuff in every part of her CS. I hope that's more something you were looking for :-D

The Seven Deadly Sins; No where left but up.

Yeah I agree with that statement. I think it's part of the reason I've been struggling so much to write Ag'thal's pre-sin-hood part of her sheet; we dont really know that much about the workings of the underworld and how all that is supposed to work. I've already made some adjustments to my sheet, but I'm thinking it's still off from what you're looking for.

Atypicals Anonymous

I think (or know, really) that Cam's gay but it's not something I mentioned on her sheet because I didn't think it would come up in anything but subtle hints. But seems she's not alone in her lady loving appreciation lol

Atypicals Anonymous

@SilverPaw Valeria being gay for the girls is honestly such a mood

Atypicals Anonymous

Camilla "Cam" Moris

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Location: AA meeting
State of mind: Lost in a memory, startled by the weird cat
Days sober: Still 0

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I remembered the times Titus and I played hide and seek. He must've not been older than 4, yet he had such a strong sense of justice, even back then. Our little lawyer.
'Mooooom, tell Cam she needs to play the seeker for once! I always seek! It's not fair! Not! Fair!' He would stomp around the room until he got what he wanted, but usually he'd end up remembering why I was never a seeker in that game.
'Camie, you have to keep your eyes closed so you don't see where I hide!' Pause. 'Nuh-uh, you can't just look away. Keep your eyes closed or I'll make you! It's the rule, Cam!' Silence. '...Daddy, Cam's crying again. I did nothing, I swear! I just wanted her to play hide and seek with me. I swear I did nothing, she just started doing that creepy thing with her eyes again and then, then she just started crying! Make her stop, dad!'
And then were the times when I actually did close my eyes and count like a good sport. I still didn't know why it was sometimes easier than other times. I thought it could be just a matter of how many people there were in my presence. I didn't know.
'Cam, no fair! I know you're cheating somehow, you always find me so easy!'
'Well, don't hide in easy places, then,' I remembered answering like the sassy brat I had been.
'Don't look where I hide, it's not fun!' Titus would argue. He was right, it wasn't fair, nor was it fun. But it wasn't my fault I could just see where he went even behind my closed eyes. The white shadows did not disappear behind corners. I was unbeatable. I was the best. I was the winner. But then came the pain and the noise, and it wouldn't stop.

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The minutes seemed to be ticking by agonizingly slow. One by one, more people would turn up, bringing a whiff of the cold air from outside with them. Most of them followed the same pattern, being attracted to the snack table like a paper clip to a magnet, before moving to sit down and being weirdly quiet. It made me wonder if these people actually knew each other from before or not. You'd think it wasn't everyone's first meeting... right? Or had the group just begun? Honestly I didn't know because it wasn't like I had done a thorough background check on this. I acknowledged my tendency to be rather impulsive. It was much more fun to go with the flow than to plan things out and ruin the surprise. My life was enough a pain in my ass as it was, I didn't need the stress of having to design a timetable for every damned second of it.
...That sure was a depressing thought. Was I being influenced or was that just me? I looked around, shifting my half glove clad hands around on my lap. I pulled on the end of a unravelling string poking out of the finger hole of my glove, twisting it around my pinkie like I was trying to strangle it. The glove kept coming apart more, the annoying string getting longer as I pulled it with the swirling motion of my finger. Finally I gave up trying to snap the string and let it be, trying to shift my attention elsewhere.
That's when I saw the cat.
I felt my eyebrows rise, I'm not going to lie. There it was, a black cat, sitting, just sitting there on the chair closest to the snack table. Well, more like lying down, but still. It was looking at everyone, looking at me, and it had the most extraordinary green eyes. There was something wise, almost mischievous in its expression. Almost as if it was aware somehow. Whose cat was it?
As I closed my eyes, the familiarly overwhelming world opened before me. Among the darkness there were dim figures, people, sitting or standing right where they were in the real world. The white noise in my ears got louder as I tried to make sense of the sensation. Being hungover only intensified the onslaught of feelings I recieved from the other people in the room. Stray thoughts swirled inside my head, but I couldn't quite place who they belonged to. It was hard to see clearly when there were many people in the room, but at least the minds of the people outside on the street didn't carry inside.
What startled me, however, what was I saw in the darkness of my closed eyes. Beside the snack table, there was another white shadow of a person, their heart beating before my eyes and breath close my ears even though I was sitting across from them. My eyes snapped open like I had been awakened by a nightmare, but the only thing I could see beside the snack table was that same black cat. I was gaping, before I quickly closed off my expression and checked again. Yep, still there.

Now's probably the time to mention that my powers, or curse, as I liked to think, had some limitations. One of them being that I could only sense people's minds. Not those of animals'. I had never seen something like this, so you should understand that I was pretty rightfully freaking out. I could not see animals' thoughts. I could not feel their emotions. So why was I there, looking inside the mind of a fucking cat? How could I be sure if it even was a cat? Just how hungover was I?

'That's it,' I thought. I was never drinking again.

Atypicals Anonymous

I think that would be super fun, actually! Especially since we have a character who can experience others' memories like that (angel)

Atypicals Anonymous

Camilla "Cam" Moris

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Location: Somewhere in Midtown
Time: A day before her first AA meeting
Days sober: 57

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To say it hadn't been the best day would've been an understatement. This day fucking sucked. That's what I thought as I was sitting in a park, eating my already cold Chinese take-away while watching some poor homeless man feed pigeons on his piece of cardboard. How he had the means to do that, I didn't know. But I didn't really care either. My fingers were cold and pale as they clutched the chopsticks in my hand. My hair shifted on my face as I tried to eat the last bits of the cooled off noodles, and I got a tuft of curly hair in my mouth. Damned wind.
I hadn't slept a second last night. Even my sleeping pills hadn't been able to chase away the horrid fever dream-ish things that followed whenever my eyes closed. Living in a block of flats in the midst of a busy street wasn't my best choice of residence, but it was the cheapest, so I didn't have much I could complain about. Sometimes I was fortunate enough to get the night shift in the fast food place, but today my shift had been one of the day ones. This was my lunch break; it was ironic I was eating a take-away when I was working in a place that would let me eat there for free. I wouldn't touch the food with a long stick, though. Just working with it and seeing all the grease was enough to turn me off of it.
I realised I'd been spacing off only as my eyes started burning from dryness. I blinked, noticing I had been staring into the distance for god knows how long. The blinks moisturized by eyes but gave me painful flashes of mixed feelings, whispers of thoughts and a pang of migraine. It was bad enough that I had gotten hardly any sleep, I had to have a damned migraine too, didn't I? God, I was so tired.
Yawning, I got up from the cold bench, leaving the half empty take-away behind me, and returned to my work station across the street.

Later, after I got off my shift, was the time I had been waiting for. My baby brother was in town and I wanted to meet him. It had been a while since I'd last seen him. Maybe it would go well this time, you know? I knew he didn't like my lifestyle, but now that I was sober, I actually harbored a hope of him agreeing to get back in touch with me. I missed him so much.

"Hi, Camilla."
"Hi, Titus," I smiled as I opened my arms in an invitation of a hug. Hesitantly he hugged back, almost as if holding back. I hated it. "You've grown so much since the last I saw you!" I noted as I pulled back, examining my brother's appearance. He had grown a stubble, but his attire was very formal. Law school it was, then.
"Yeah," he answered distantly, ruffling his curly hair, then adjusting his tie awkwardly. "Look, what did you want, Cam? More money, is that it?" Titus seemed a bit frustrated, and I felt a pang of hurt at his words, forcing my eyes closed. He really hadn't forgiven me for how I behaved back then, huh? 'She looks so tired... she's drunk, isn't she?'
I felt a strong sense of claustrophobia overtake me as the beating of my brother's heart filled my ears, his thoughts swirling into my ears. I was filled with disgust for myself, disgust but also... disappointment. I felt disappointed, and I knew that wasn't my own feelings, but his. I swallowed hard and forced my eyes open. Mom and dad had really got into Titus' head over the past few years. He really thought I was still his drunk big sister, didn't he?
"No, ac-actually," I forced out as I felt my throat close up, "It's not. And I'm sober. 57 days to be exact. I just wanted to see my little brother." This seemed to surprise Titus since his eyebrows shot up, as if I had read his thoughts. Which, in fact, I had done, albeit accidentally. I hadn't meant to. Still, I saw Titus' expression change from surprised to slightly cold. Now the disappointment I felt wasn't his, but my own.
"Okay. Cool. Well, I'm here, you've seen me. I actually need to go now, so if there's nothing else..."
I sighed in defeat. Titus didn't understand. Mom and dad had never understood. What I had was a disease, I couldn't help it. I tried like hell, I really did. But they always judged me when I had needed them the most. They didn't have any idea what it was, living with this... this... curse, it had to be. Taking a deep breath, I shook my head. "No, it's okay. You go ahead. It was... it was nice to see you, pumpkin."
"Nice to see you too. Bye." With that, he was gone, and what I had been waiting for for the entire week was over, just like that. My mind screamed in agony and a hot, painful throbbing behind my eyes intensified.

I needed a drink.

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The next day

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Location: From East Village to Central Park
Time: The day of her first AA meeting
Days sober: 0

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Great, just great. My first thought upon waking up was: I fucking disgust myself.
There was an intense throbbing behind my eyes, which only intensified as I opened the curtains and let the daylight in. The cars' noises and the screaming horns pierced my ears and made me hold my head in pain. What a better way to begin your first day at a support group than being absolutely hungover.
Despite from apparently having passed out, my last memory being the smelly floor of some bar, I had ended up safely in my own bed. That, and I felt absolutely no more refreshed than I would if I hadn't slept at all. Sometimes life just loved beating my sorry ass, didn't it?
Freshening up by taking a long shower helped only so much when every time I saw light I felt compelled to shield my eyes from it by closing them, only to be confronted with the onslaught of emotions from the flats around me, emotions that weren't my own. Or maybe the signals came from the street, because it was already midday so people would be at work and shit, I was almost late for the meeting.
Today was my day off so of course I hadn't thought about needing to actually get up today. Well, good thing I actually remembered the group meeting. Although at this point I was heavily hoping it to be an actual AA group than something else. I could really use some control in my life.

The journey from my flat to Central Park was agonising. People had such petty problems, who'd have thought people were thinking about stuff like that while commuting in the subway? Alien emotions violated my mind every time I closed my eyes, even for a fucking blink. Flashes of heartbeats, of white figures against the darkness of my eyelids, weird and private thoughts I had no right seeing but couldn't help recieving. The whole way there I felt sad, miserable, then suddenly annoyed, annoyed but in a different way, and then almost manically happy. I just wanted a break from it, and since I had already broken my soberity once... No. I wouldn't touch a bottle anymore. I wouldn't. I'd drown the need to drink by eating shrimp flavored corn chips if I had to (that's what I was craving currently, it appeared), but I wouldn't drink. For my sake, and my family's. They'd learn to understand me one day.

After wondering around for a while, I felt like I had come to a right place. At least there were others here and the chairs were assembled in such a manner I thought they must've been for the meeting. In the room there were three women and a man. The atmosphere in the room was odd, charged, somehow. When I closed my eyes, the first thing that greeted me was a feeling of being the worst looking person around here. Wait, what? No I wasn't, that wasn't how I felt. It must've been someone else here. I forced my eyes open, not wanting to feel anyone's mind but my own.
"Uhm, I suppose this is the right place? Like, the AA group thingie," I said, adjusting my glasses. Wow, the women looked very energisized. Except one of them, who just looked calm and was radiating some odd energy I couldn't quite put my finger on.
"Yes, you must be one of the newcomers," the same woman greeted with a polite smile. She said it in such a voice which made me feel like she already knew who I was, knew I was supposed to be here. It gave me a chill. "I'm Erina, the organisizer of these meetings. You can take whichever seat you'd like, make yourself comfortable."
Nodding, I looked over at the pile of danishes, hunger filling me. Not quite what I was craving, but they'd do. My heels clipped against the floor as I walked over to the table before going to take a seat next to a fizzy haired brunette, staying rather silent.