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Cameron


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Interacting with: @FailingForward @ZAVAZggg

Well, she supposed it was tradition, but traditions were usually stupid. The tattoo, though, was a specific inconvenience for her. She couldnโ€™t be sure what itโ€™d do. Nothing about her appearance was really permanent, precisely because of that uncertainty - there was something patronising about her leisurely manner as she drawled out a retort.

โ€œHoney, normally Iโ€™d agree to something that small, but if I canโ€™t get rid of the thing...โ€ Cameron shrugged. โ€œWell, thereโ€™s no point in having a shapeshifter you can always identify. I can keep a mark on when Iโ€™m around the place, if it makes you feel better. Iโ€™m lovely like that, yโ€™see.โ€

Without waiting for an argument - it seemed pretty clear there wasnโ€™t one sheโ€™d actually bother listening to with her mind made up - Cameron jumped to her feet. Yep. It suited her for now, and as changeable as she was, that was the main thing that mattered to her. Right now. She didnโ€™t wanna be tied down, that was for sure, but it was the best option she had.

Cameron always did like to make things happen.

โ€So, where do we find this food? Or is it one of those โ€˜blind truck rideโ€™ deals? Because if youโ€™re gonna knock us out, I vote you hit her first. No offence, Jenny.โ€
Cameron


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Interacting with: @FailingForward @ZAVAZggg

Well, that was interesting. Before Cam could reply, someone else jumped in - the โ€œnot dyingโ€ thing was enough to get a raised eyebrow from her, but it was good to see how the guy responded. Get some idea who they were dealing with. She was glad to have โ€˜funโ€™ cleared up; there were a hell of a lot of things he couldโ€™ve been suggesting, and most of them werenโ€™t up her alley.

He hadnโ€™t given a name, but she didnโ€™t bother to pry. Werenโ€™t many things she wouldnโ€™t tolerate for a chance to get her powers back properly, and if her suspicions were right - because who other than the rebels would be trying to recruit for this kinda thing, really - that was what this was. Worst case scenario, sheโ€™d pick another look and be outta there. Good thing about having a regular look; people got used to it. Ditch it, and disappearing was even easier.

Not that she couldnโ€™t pull off the โ€œdedicated rebelโ€ schtick for a while if it helped smooth things along. Down with the Peacekeepers, yadda yadda, so a few salutes. Simple.

But for now, disruption, troublemaking, and the possibility of a chip removal suited her fine. Smiling dangerously, she looked to him, and then to the girl. Jenny. Anything seemed risky, itโ€™d be good to have someone there that could take the fall.

โ€œAnd whatโ€™re we getting from this? Nothing against Monopoly, but if thereโ€™s compensation, we can talk.โ€ Cam stretched, reaching up to rub at the back of her neck - the hint clear enough. โ€œNever been much for tattoos, though. They kinda mess with my whole deal.โ€
Edited a time and place into my post!
Cameron


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Cam had had better days.

Worse ones, too, mind you. At least she'd gone with avoiding 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 food 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 self-righteous 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.

There we go. Hopefully it's fine, happy to change around if it isn't!


Haven't been around for a long while, and this looks interesting! Don't currently have internet in my flat, but if you can deal with me being a little patchy for the next week or so, I'll post a CS in a bit.




Friday, June 1 | En route to Oasi Pizza | 11am


"Look, I promise, I'm like--" A break as she stopped suddenly, barely keeping herself from muttering some choice words. Bad plan when you were on the phone with your coworkers. Headset on, luckily. Hadn't quite stooped to actually holding the phone while she drove; at least not too often. Sometimes she forgot things, but that didn't count. "Three minutes away, max. That barely counts as late."

Sandy needed to start checking when her shifts were before she did anything else. She'd barely had time to get home, note a few things down, and shower before heading right back out; her hair was a mess, uniform slightly crumpled - forgot to iron the damn thing again - and she generally didn't look all that ready to work. Lucky it suited her, she guessed, and her cap covered up the worst of the birds' nest on her head. Next best thing to actually being put together was making your scruffiness seem deliberate, and that, Sandy could do. It was a talent.

Or at least calling it that made her feel better. Whatever worked, right? Right!

Man, she really wanted to nap. Not the safest state to be in while she drove into town, but whatever. Hadn't killed her yet, and that was good enough for her. It wasn't the riskiest thing she'd ever done - not even the riskiest things got weekly, really. You couldn't go worrying about that stuff or you'd never do anything.

Completely untrue. But hey, live fast die young. Saved you a lot of stress if you didn't worry so much about consequences when you didn't need to, plus you got things done. The more you worried, the more likely you were to pass up on things or miss a trick while you wondered if it was a good idea. Good idea or not, what she knew was that thinking too hard on it was a waste of time. So here she was, making her way into work. Not too late.

Lucky she was likeable, and the boss was understanding of her situation. Most people would've fired her by now, and it was nice to have a regular-ish job to keep money coming in. She had rent to pay, after all. Like most people. Parking haphazardly outside, she practically leapt off of her bike, locking it up quickly and dashing around the back. Where was she? Front of house, right. Until they needed her out on delivery. Which happened surprisingly often for the morning.

The joys of summer, she guessed.

Shouldering her rucksack, she pushed her way inside, quickly dumping the bag - padlocked shut, for privacy's sake - in the storage cupboard before heading into the kitchen. Boss wasn't here yet, and thank goodness for that. She could pass her appearance off as just being her usual frazzled self. All good. Totally good.

"Hey, people. Ya miss me?" Bright-toothed smile, a cheerfulness that seemed infectious. There was a good reason she was meant to be dealing with customers all the time, after all. Even if some of her coworkers didn't seem to appreciate it quite as much, judging by the scowl that the dishwasher shot her. He'd never liked her, but he wasn't gonna be here for long anyway. Summer job, right?

"Sure missed peace and quiet."

Yeah. He always mumbled like he didn't think she could hear him fine well. According to what she'd managed to pick up, her cheerfulness apparently got grating fast when you were stuck in this place, and peppiness was out of place at best with some people right now, but...

Look, she got it. And it sucked, what was happening with that family - she could see their place from where she stood at the counter, waiting for people to show up - but you couldn't have a whole town mourning forever. People missing shook her up as much as anyone, not like she lived in the safest part of town. Even when she wasn't in her apartment, all her wandering probably put her at risk, technically, so she got why they were all on edge.

But Sandy wasn't willing to put her life on hold or keep her head down for every tragedy in life. Idly whistling, she stood at the counter, waiting for a call or a customer to come in. The excitement never ended around here, that was certain.

Whether that thought was sarcasm or not, even she wasn't quite sure.
@Lovely Complex A while ago, but yeah! I try to talk more now though lol
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