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6 yrs ago
When you want to pick up more roleplays but you can't because responsibilities ):
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I feel like a pile of steaming dog shit. Will get replies out when I’m feeling a little better.
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To my partners: Going to have to go on hiatus; life's being a bitch. Apologies.
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A sound broiled in her stomach, slowly erupting into a heartfelt laugh that made Cam wonder when was the last time she’d truly laughed. No, McDonald’s was likely the closest thing she’d get to a sit-down meal anytime soon, but it would be enough for now. What was more than enough was feeling Jack’s hand slowly slide away, no fast movements that decisively said that he regretted telling her or that he was going to leave her. No, for now, he seemed content to stay at her side. Cam took a deep sigh as she offered a quick nod, letting her lids fall shut softly and her breathing relax once more. Jack’s gentle words barely registered as she finally fell asleep.
Camilla awoke slowly, her eyes fluttering open as the oranges and pinks of dusk streamed into her window. She grimaced and adjusted herself, realizing that sat some point she’d managed to turn to her side. She’d always been a side-sleeper and time hadn’t seemed to change that, even if she was sleeping with someone in bed. How many times had Peter tried to tell her to sleep on her back, with her arms crossed over her chest so that she could wake up and strangle someone without thinking?
”That’s the Marine in me,” he’d said with a laugh, causing a teenage Cam to roll her eyes. “They taught it to us, I swear! Don’t you go all sulkin’ teen on me, Milly.” Warmth flooded the woman at the memory, knowing it was as close as she would be to Peter at the moment, or so she’d thought. He was sick – had been sick for a long time – and she’d started all this in order to cure him. Look where it had gotten them, Cam thought with an unhappy look, though it was before she realized Peter was in the same bed with her. Alive. Well.
Cam began blinking rapidly to clear her vision. Dark hair like her brother’s, but with a red tint Peter wouldn’t have been caught dead with. Features that were more pointed and rugged instead of the kind, softened face of her brother brought Cam back to the present. It wasn’t Peter that was with her but instead Jack. She wiped at her eyes, eager to banish away any thoughts of her family and with it any remnants of sleep. The nap had done her good, she thought, even if it had brought unsolicited reminiscences with it.
The clock read 5:49, and Cam groaned slightly. A few hours was better than nothing, she supposed, even if it wasn’t as much sleep as she wanted. The woman climbed from bed, scooching from where she’d laid to the foot of the bed. She stood quickly, pulling her hair up into a messy bun and affixing it to the top of her head, before moving to the refrigerator and grabbing a bottle of previously opened water. With a swig of that, and hoping it would be enough to refresh her, Cam moved to the desk she’d previously offered to Jack and opened the lid of her computer.
Cam quickly navigated to her email, deleting mostly spam that involved fast food rewards and clothing discounts, before finding herself staring at an all-too familiar search engine.
NOT ghost OR demon AND vengeful
Boolean phrases had never looked so unimpressive, Cam thought as she pulled her lower lip between her teeth, chewing on it lightly as she concentrated on what else to add to her search string. There wasn’t much and the hunter hoped that looking further would help her identify some new terms. After she got through the bogus Wikipedia links and when she started to get to the third or fourth page, Cam started to finally relax and delve into research.
…That was, until a ringing behind her made her visibly jump, turning around to the bed. ”Fuckin’ phone,” she managed, scrambling towards the mattress. The name flashing on the screen said Bobby, and vaguely Jack’s instructions returned to the forefront of her mind. Cam chose answer and quickly put it on speaker phone, sitting on the bed beside Jack before placing a hand on him to wake him. ”Bobby?”
A grunt.
”This is Camilla Quinn. I’m with Jack…” Shit. Shit. What was his last name? ”Dolson. Listen, we got a thing here and we were wonderin’ if you had any info. Jack got a call sayin’ that some boy was missing, then we go to the house and it stinks to high heaven. Smells like sulfur but doesn’t exactly fit the bill of demon, either. Jack… wake up!”
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Camilla awoke slowly, her eyes fluttering open as the oranges and pinks of dusk streamed into her window. She grimaced and adjusted herself, realizing that sat some point she’d managed to turn to her side. She’d always been a side-sleeper and time hadn’t seemed to change that, even if she was sleeping with someone in bed. How many times had Peter tried to tell her to sleep on her back, with her arms crossed over her chest so that she could wake up and strangle someone without thinking?
”That’s the Marine in me,” he’d said with a laugh, causing a teenage Cam to roll her eyes. “They taught it to us, I swear! Don’t you go all sulkin’ teen on me, Milly.” Warmth flooded the woman at the memory, knowing it was as close as she would be to Peter at the moment, or so she’d thought. He was sick – had been sick for a long time – and she’d started all this in order to cure him. Look where it had gotten them, Cam thought with an unhappy look, though it was before she realized Peter was in the same bed with her. Alive. Well.
Cam began blinking rapidly to clear her vision. Dark hair like her brother’s, but with a red tint Peter wouldn’t have been caught dead with. Features that were more pointed and rugged instead of the kind, softened face of her brother brought Cam back to the present. It wasn’t Peter that was with her but instead Jack. She wiped at her eyes, eager to banish away any thoughts of her family and with it any remnants of sleep. The nap had done her good, she thought, even if it had brought unsolicited reminiscences with it.
The clock read 5:49, and Cam groaned slightly. A few hours was better than nothing, she supposed, even if it wasn’t as much sleep as she wanted. The woman climbed from bed, scooching from where she’d laid to the foot of the bed. She stood quickly, pulling her hair up into a messy bun and affixing it to the top of her head, before moving to the refrigerator and grabbing a bottle of previously opened water. With a swig of that, and hoping it would be enough to refresh her, Cam moved to the desk she’d previously offered to Jack and opened the lid of her computer.
Cam quickly navigated to her email, deleting mostly spam that involved fast food rewards and clothing discounts, before finding herself staring at an all-too familiar search engine.
NOT ghost OR demon AND vengeful
Boolean phrases had never looked so unimpressive, Cam thought as she pulled her lower lip between her teeth, chewing on it lightly as she concentrated on what else to add to her search string. There wasn’t much and the hunter hoped that looking further would help her identify some new terms. After she got through the bogus Wikipedia links and when she started to get to the third or fourth page, Cam started to finally relax and delve into research.
…That was, until a ringing behind her made her visibly jump, turning around to the bed. ”Fuckin’ phone,” she managed, scrambling towards the mattress. The name flashing on the screen said Bobby, and vaguely Jack’s instructions returned to the forefront of her mind. Cam chose answer and quickly put it on speaker phone, sitting on the bed beside Jack before placing a hand on him to wake him. ”Bobby?”
A grunt.
”This is Camilla Quinn. I’m with Jack…” Shit. Shit. What was his last name? ”Dolson. Listen, we got a thing here and we were wonderin’ if you had any info. Jack got a call sayin’ that some boy was missing, then we go to the house and it stinks to high heaven. Smells like sulfur but doesn’t exactly fit the bill of demon, either. Jack… wake up!”
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A Tale of Two Kingdoms
Two countries fight continuously, surrounded by rumors of war.
A prince and a princess are finally old enough to marry. Engagements
have been broken and new ones placed in hopes that war can be avoided.
The kingdom of Helios will offer their princess to help calm the storm.
When the assassination attempts continue and tempers continue to flare,
especially between the newlyweds. It is certainly a challenge, especially
since they are so different.
Not all assassination attempts are failed... neither are all kidnappings.
How will the royals deal with coming into the throne all the while suspecting
each others' kingdom for plotting?
And what if it isn't their kingdoms trying to ruin the chances of peace at all?
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Updated plots <3
One thing Camilla had always minded was silence. A fan was always blowing at night, or the TV murmuring in the background. Now, with Jack’s breathing at her side, it was relatively easy to begin to drift asleep. The barely grating voice beside her, however, brought her back to reality and she almost groaned until she heard the content of what he spoke of. She listened, each part of the story causing the pit in her stomach to grow heavier with every consonant that resonated from Jack’s mouth. Her fingers clenched at the thought, curling into a fist that only tightened with each new word.
She couldn’t imagine such an atrocity, especially happening to her own kin. It was one thing for her to experience a poor childhood; so many others had, how could it possibly be that much of a problem? Ultimately, she was still alive and would still manage her own fate. A little girl, though. Cam’s fingers relaxed minutely as Jack stopped for a moment, allowing her to catch a breath from the horror of which he spoke. She thought he was done, but he wasn’t, and immediately Cam inhaled sharply, keeping it in her lungs until he was done a second time.
The picture he’d painted was certainly one that would stay with her for a while and, truth be told, she couldn’t imagine living it. It was entirely barbaric, though she knew that monsters cared not about any man. In fact, it had probably been nearby, holding the girl’s dead body with a smile on its face as it looked on. A shiver racked Cam’s body as she tried to think of something to say. Anything but ‘I’m sorry’, the two words that were too blasé and too easy to say.
And if she hadn’t imagined the story getting worse, it sure the hell did. Now he’d lost his wife, too, just as horribly as his daughter. Perhaps less so, given that he at least had a body to look as opposed to wondering what had happened to poor little Hannah. No longer could she keep her breath held in, and Cam exhaled shakily. She’d barely noticed the way his hand now rested on her, almost as a secondhand gesture.
Was it something he’d done with his wife? Those slow, circular motions would have been too intimate in any other situation. However, now, Cam suspected that it was comforting for him. Not once had the man offered her a tender gesture and now, in the span of a few hours, he’d offered two. What had happened, for him to become so sentimental? She wouldn’t say anything of it, of course, but they’d just been on a unassuming hunt. Nothing earlier had been out of the ordinary, save for the peculiar way the woman had acted.
And, perhaps, that was exactly what had triggered his memories. That a woman – so clearly grieving – was looking for a son that had simply disappeared. Cam met his eyes as they turned to her, giving her head one affirmative shake. ”I’ll help you,” A corner of her mouth quirked up as she slid a hand down, grabbing his fingers with her own. They were certainly rougher than hers, though that much was to be expected. It was all she could muster at that moment, uncertain of what else to say. ”I don’t exactly want me dead either, so the sentiment is appreciated.” Cam’s eyes flickered back up to Jack’s, unaware that she’d even looked away in the first place.
”We’ll get the son of a bitch,” she said definitively after a few quiet moments. ”And when we do, maybe you can retire. And be a gentleman, for once in your life, and treat me to dinner.” Cam sighed once more, this time less weighted than when her partner was speaking earlier. ”I should get up,” she said, slowly untwining her fingers from his but not making a move to leave the bed. ”Unless you can spare a few hours to let me sleep. I was…” She almost felt bad for her next admission, though she didn’t know why. ”Very active last night. Then I’ll get to researching.”
She couldn’t imagine such an atrocity, especially happening to her own kin. It was one thing for her to experience a poor childhood; so many others had, how could it possibly be that much of a problem? Ultimately, she was still alive and would still manage her own fate. A little girl, though. Cam’s fingers relaxed minutely as Jack stopped for a moment, allowing her to catch a breath from the horror of which he spoke. She thought he was done, but he wasn’t, and immediately Cam inhaled sharply, keeping it in her lungs until he was done a second time.
The picture he’d painted was certainly one that would stay with her for a while and, truth be told, she couldn’t imagine living it. It was entirely barbaric, though she knew that monsters cared not about any man. In fact, it had probably been nearby, holding the girl’s dead body with a smile on its face as it looked on. A shiver racked Cam’s body as she tried to think of something to say. Anything but ‘I’m sorry’, the two words that were too blasé and too easy to say.
And if she hadn’t imagined the story getting worse, it sure the hell did. Now he’d lost his wife, too, just as horribly as his daughter. Perhaps less so, given that he at least had a body to look as opposed to wondering what had happened to poor little Hannah. No longer could she keep her breath held in, and Cam exhaled shakily. She’d barely noticed the way his hand now rested on her, almost as a secondhand gesture.
Was it something he’d done with his wife? Those slow, circular motions would have been too intimate in any other situation. However, now, Cam suspected that it was comforting for him. Not once had the man offered her a tender gesture and now, in the span of a few hours, he’d offered two. What had happened, for him to become so sentimental? She wouldn’t say anything of it, of course, but they’d just been on a unassuming hunt. Nothing earlier had been out of the ordinary, save for the peculiar way the woman had acted.
And, perhaps, that was exactly what had triggered his memories. That a woman – so clearly grieving – was looking for a son that had simply disappeared. Cam met his eyes as they turned to her, giving her head one affirmative shake. ”I’ll help you,” A corner of her mouth quirked up as she slid a hand down, grabbing his fingers with her own. They were certainly rougher than hers, though that much was to be expected. It was all she could muster at that moment, uncertain of what else to say. ”I don’t exactly want me dead either, so the sentiment is appreciated.” Cam’s eyes flickered back up to Jack’s, unaware that she’d even looked away in the first place.
”We’ll get the son of a bitch,” she said definitively after a few quiet moments. ”And when we do, maybe you can retire. And be a gentleman, for once in your life, and treat me to dinner.” Cam sighed once more, this time less weighted than when her partner was speaking earlier. ”I should get up,” she said, slowly untwining her fingers from his but not making a move to leave the bed. ”Unless you can spare a few hours to let me sleep. I was…” She almost felt bad for her next admission, though she didn’t know why. ”Very active last night. Then I’ll get to researching.”
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I'mma try to do this short and sweet.
+25, F, Married, RN full-time + NP school full-time
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+25, F, Married, RN full-time + NP school full-time
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At least 500 words a character
+18
High casual to advanced writer
4 - 6+ paragraphs per reply
Detailed descriptions of emotions,
not just actions.
A cast of characters.
+18
High casual to advanced writer
4 - 6+ paragraphs per reply
Detailed descriptions of emotions,
not just actions.
A cast of characters.
18+
Someone willing to play a male role, preferably multiple characters
Character development
OOC chatter about plot ideas
One or two partners
Writing Sample
Patience
Someone willing to play a male role, preferably multiple characters
Character development
OOC chatter about plot ideas
One or two partners
Writing Sample
Patience
Arranged Marriage
WWII
Apocalyptic
Fantasy
Dragon Age
WWII
Apocalyptic
Fantasy
Dragon Age
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A harrumph escaped Camilla’s mouth as Jack stated he didn’t need paid back for his favor earlier. But much like his actions to defend her, dressing his wound was much the same; would it be so different if she’d had a visible injury for him to attempt to fix? She chewed on the inside of her cheek as she watched her partner hesitantly stand. She supposed that they now lived in a world where there was a cost for everything, even for an act of kindness. She should not have been so offended, yet she stood indignantly as Jack continued speaking.
Besides that, none of this was regarding her skill as a hunter. She was young and inexperienced, but past that she wasn’t bad. She wasn’t a skilled predator trained to stalk and hunt and inherently know what she was fighting against, but she was willing to learn. ”Thanks,” the woman grumbled, watching as the jacket haphazardly fell to the floor. There were small blessings about Jack: one was that he wasn’t obsessively compelled to make sure everything was neat and tidy. ”But I haven’t exactly started dressin’ it yet, have I?”
The boots soon followed, clunks on the floor that would no doubt make the downstairs neighbors wonder if she could have another fellow over so soon. Her blue eyes followed them until they rested solidly on the floor, then up to see his shirt pulling upward. Immediately a concerned look entered her eyes. ”Jesus, JD,” she muttered, only able to stand and look at the ugly wound before her. It was already irritated, a line of erythema surrounding the puffy tissue that the splice of wood emanated from.
”Fucked up is a word for it,” Cam said, her stomach clenching at the site, ”but maybe we shouldn’t –” A quiet squelch sounded throughout the small room as the splinter was dislodged from Jack’s side.
The crazy bastard had pulled it out.
Immediately it started oozing, coloring the cracks of his hand with a bright red. ”I was so not ready for that,” Cam chastised, looking around for a piece of cloth that she wouldn’t mind ruining. The woman grimaced as she hustled back to the bathroom, pulling out her rattiest looking washcloth before returning to Jack. He had an almost smug smile on his face as he looked at her and even had the audacity to wink!
”This is bullshit,” she said, moving towards him and climbing on top of the bed for easier access. After all, leaning over him for God knew how long wasn’t an idea she was willing to entertain. Not at the moment, anyway. Cam swatted his hand away from his side and stuck the washcloth to it, pressing to continue attempting to staunch the blood. ”Honestly, what were you thinking?” she asked with a tsk of her tongue, shaking her head minutely as she continued holding the cloth against Jack. ”Ripping that out without preamble… Not cool, dude.” Surely there wasn’t enough alcohol in the world to have completely numbed that sting.
Cam released a pent-up breath that she hadn’t realized she’d been holding before pulling the washcloth away for a moment, looking down and surveying the wound. It wasn’t bleeding badly, but there was steady drainage from it. She pressed once more and looked up to Jack. ”I know you like to keep this bad-boy, ‘I don’t feel anythin’ and ‘the world can kiss my ass’ persona thing, but maybe next time holler at me when you’ve got half a tree stickin’ out of your side?”
She let pressure up again after a few minutes, now happy with the results. She unscrewed the cap off the peroxide bottle and looked to Jack with a grimace. ”It’s gonna hurt,” she offered, not saying much else as she poured the liquid over the wound. It foamed as it ran over the jagged edges of inflamed skin but trickled down onto the bed in a mixture of light pink liquid. ”Shit.”
Cam dried the area with some gauze before placing more squares loosely over the opening, taping it in place. ”I’m not sure I can do much else,” she said, sitting back and looking at her handiwork. It was by no means hospital quality, but it would serve its purpose for now. As long as the injury didn’t get infected, it didn’t matter how it looked… did it? ”I have a bandage, like an ACE? It will help if you plan to move around, but other than that, I don’t have anything else.”
She swirled around on the bed, allowing her back to collapse onto the mattress and her head and on a pillow. ”I’m not sure I currently have the energy to look on the computer for anything. It’s there if you need it.” Cam fought a yawn, eventually losing as she ungraciously opened her mouth.
Besides that, none of this was regarding her skill as a hunter. She was young and inexperienced, but past that she wasn’t bad. She wasn’t a skilled predator trained to stalk and hunt and inherently know what she was fighting against, but she was willing to learn. ”Thanks,” the woman grumbled, watching as the jacket haphazardly fell to the floor. There were small blessings about Jack: one was that he wasn’t obsessively compelled to make sure everything was neat and tidy. ”But I haven’t exactly started dressin’ it yet, have I?”
The boots soon followed, clunks on the floor that would no doubt make the downstairs neighbors wonder if she could have another fellow over so soon. Her blue eyes followed them until they rested solidly on the floor, then up to see his shirt pulling upward. Immediately a concerned look entered her eyes. ”Jesus, JD,” she muttered, only able to stand and look at the ugly wound before her. It was already irritated, a line of erythema surrounding the puffy tissue that the splice of wood emanated from.
”Fucked up is a word for it,” Cam said, her stomach clenching at the site, ”but maybe we shouldn’t –” A quiet squelch sounded throughout the small room as the splinter was dislodged from Jack’s side.
The crazy bastard had pulled it out.
Immediately it started oozing, coloring the cracks of his hand with a bright red. ”I was so not ready for that,” Cam chastised, looking around for a piece of cloth that she wouldn’t mind ruining. The woman grimaced as she hustled back to the bathroom, pulling out her rattiest looking washcloth before returning to Jack. He had an almost smug smile on his face as he looked at her and even had the audacity to wink!
”This is bullshit,” she said, moving towards him and climbing on top of the bed for easier access. After all, leaning over him for God knew how long wasn’t an idea she was willing to entertain. Not at the moment, anyway. Cam swatted his hand away from his side and stuck the washcloth to it, pressing to continue attempting to staunch the blood. ”Honestly, what were you thinking?” she asked with a tsk of her tongue, shaking her head minutely as she continued holding the cloth against Jack. ”Ripping that out without preamble… Not cool, dude.” Surely there wasn’t enough alcohol in the world to have completely numbed that sting.
Cam released a pent-up breath that she hadn’t realized she’d been holding before pulling the washcloth away for a moment, looking down and surveying the wound. It wasn’t bleeding badly, but there was steady drainage from it. She pressed once more and looked up to Jack. ”I know you like to keep this bad-boy, ‘I don’t feel anythin’ and ‘the world can kiss my ass’ persona thing, but maybe next time holler at me when you’ve got half a tree stickin’ out of your side?”
She let pressure up again after a few minutes, now happy with the results. She unscrewed the cap off the peroxide bottle and looked to Jack with a grimace. ”It’s gonna hurt,” she offered, not saying much else as she poured the liquid over the wound. It foamed as it ran over the jagged edges of inflamed skin but trickled down onto the bed in a mixture of light pink liquid. ”Shit.”
Cam dried the area with some gauze before placing more squares loosely over the opening, taping it in place. ”I’m not sure I can do much else,” she said, sitting back and looking at her handiwork. It was by no means hospital quality, but it would serve its purpose for now. As long as the injury didn’t get infected, it didn’t matter how it looked… did it? ”I have a bandage, like an ACE? It will help if you plan to move around, but other than that, I don’t have anything else.”
She swirled around on the bed, allowing her back to collapse onto the mattress and her head and on a pillow. ”I’m not sure I currently have the energy to look on the computer for anything. It’s there if you need it.” Cam fought a yawn, eventually losing as she ungraciously opened her mouth.
Blue eyes flickered up to meet green and the woman grimaced, unable to tell Jack with authority that it was a demon… that she believed a little sulfur, an easy trap, and a few words spoken in Latin could drive it away. Cam scratched her head, not keeping a sigh from falling from her pursed lips. It would have been easy to fight and argue, but it would just be a futile waste of time. No matter how much she wished that it was something as simple as a run-of-the-mill demon, it likely wasn’t. All of his reasons why it wasn’t made sense and Cam refused to refute them for the simple sake of being a devil’s advocate.
No, there wasn’t any way in the world that something so base as a demon or routine-oriented as a ghost would have plucked his number from God-knows-where and called him. Perhaps it had all been a plan? She wasn’t the smartest woman when it came to supernatural beings and anything apart from the standard was likely nothing she would catch on to. A shudder overtook Cam as she took another drink of beer, wondering what could have changed in the hour or two it had taken for the two hunters to get there.
”Whatever happened to pointing a gun and shooting,” she grumbled, looking at Jack as he surveyed the space. There wasn’t much to look at and she didn’t mind; she’d had done the same if she’d been invited to his house… wherever that was. At more than one point, she’d thought about asking him about his roots, but something in Camilla had always warned her completely away from uttering useless questions. Maybe it was the way Jack could look at her, as if boring into her soul, and still seem as if he was looking straight through her.
A corner of her mouth quirked as she looked over him. Part of Cam wondered idly if he would be interested in fucking… even if it was just once. She’d heard of some partners doing so and managing to continue to work together. It wasn’t as if either one of them were unattractive; she wasn’t humble and he didn’t seem the type for bullshitting, either. The thought was enough to keep her entertained, hardly realizing that she’d been staring until he moved to reach into his jacket.
The shine of the black phone screen initially caught her attention, drawing her eyes down, but when she looked past that to find the tell-tale dark stain of dried liquid on his shirt, Cam took a deep breath. She’d been stupid and careless; she’d hardly felt the need to assess Jack for any actual injury, assuming that since he could just get up and drive there wasn’t a serious problem. It had been foolish and naïve, but she’d done it all the same. ”Bobby,” she repeated dully, not saying much else until she heard Jack’s voice hitch.
Her gaze moved back to his face, entirely uncertain about what to do. The way his grin was still pained with eyes that held quiet suffering made Cam’s heart stutter, a jolt of pain moving through her chest.
He was her partner.
She was supposed to protect him.
Her jaw clenched as she took another swig of beer, before placing it on her bedside table. ”Shit, Jack, you shoulda said something.” With that, she moved from the bed and began walking towards the bathroom, motioning over her shoulder for him to take her place. ”Get in bed and take that damn jacket off.” Cam’s fingers glided over the bathroom mirror, opening it and searching for gauze and peroxide. When she’d grabbed what she needed, the woman quickly returned to Jack.
”I’m not gonna beg you to let me help,” she started, quirking a brow as she looked to the man. ”But it ain’t my first rodeo. And it’s the only way I can return the favor.” Cam’s eyes softened as her grip on the gauze packets tightened. ”You know, how it should have been me.”
No, there wasn’t any way in the world that something so base as a demon or routine-oriented as a ghost would have plucked his number from God-knows-where and called him. Perhaps it had all been a plan? She wasn’t the smartest woman when it came to supernatural beings and anything apart from the standard was likely nothing she would catch on to. A shudder overtook Cam as she took another drink of beer, wondering what could have changed in the hour or two it had taken for the two hunters to get there.
”Whatever happened to pointing a gun and shooting,” she grumbled, looking at Jack as he surveyed the space. There wasn’t much to look at and she didn’t mind; she’d had done the same if she’d been invited to his house… wherever that was. At more than one point, she’d thought about asking him about his roots, but something in Camilla had always warned her completely away from uttering useless questions. Maybe it was the way Jack could look at her, as if boring into her soul, and still seem as if he was looking straight through her.
A corner of her mouth quirked as she looked over him. Part of Cam wondered idly if he would be interested in fucking… even if it was just once. She’d heard of some partners doing so and managing to continue to work together. It wasn’t as if either one of them were unattractive; she wasn’t humble and he didn’t seem the type for bullshitting, either. The thought was enough to keep her entertained, hardly realizing that she’d been staring until he moved to reach into his jacket.
The shine of the black phone screen initially caught her attention, drawing her eyes down, but when she looked past that to find the tell-tale dark stain of dried liquid on his shirt, Cam took a deep breath. She’d been stupid and careless; she’d hardly felt the need to assess Jack for any actual injury, assuming that since he could just get up and drive there wasn’t a serious problem. It had been foolish and naïve, but she’d done it all the same. ”Bobby,” she repeated dully, not saying much else until she heard Jack’s voice hitch.
Her gaze moved back to his face, entirely uncertain about what to do. The way his grin was still pained with eyes that held quiet suffering made Cam’s heart stutter, a jolt of pain moving through her chest.
He was her partner.
She was supposed to protect him.
Her jaw clenched as she took another swig of beer, before placing it on her bedside table. ”Shit, Jack, you shoulda said something.” With that, she moved from the bed and began walking towards the bathroom, motioning over her shoulder for him to take her place. ”Get in bed and take that damn jacket off.” Cam’s fingers glided over the bathroom mirror, opening it and searching for gauze and peroxide. When she’d grabbed what she needed, the woman quickly returned to Jack.
”I’m not gonna beg you to let me help,” she started, quirking a brow as she looked to the man. ”But it ain’t my first rodeo. And it’s the only way I can return the favor.” Cam’s eyes softened as her grip on the gauze packets tightened. ”You know, how it should have been me.”
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