[WHY IS THIS GIRL SO DANG CUTE.
Even outside of my ooc screaming, Camille finds herself endeared by the get up. Not her taste, but the vivid red divorces it from the porcelain doll laces and nightgowns her mother preferred her daughters in.
For her own part, Camille's left pant leg is ablaze with SCORNED CHILD. A softball dig compared to her other graphic details. Maybe this curse was a staunch supporter of age-based censorship.]
The clown theater? It's a fun time. I don't know any of my roommates well, but that takes time.
How about yourself? You been good, Kate?
[How badly has she been smoking lately?]
Even outside of my ooc screaming, Camille finds herself endeared by the get up. Not her taste, but the vivid red divorces it from the porcelain doll laces and nightgowns her mother preferred her daughters in.
For her own part, Camille's left pant leg is ablaze with SCORNED CHILD. A softball dig compared to her other graphic details. Maybe this curse was a staunch supporter of age-based censorship.]
The clown theater? It's a fun time. I don't know any of my roommates well, but that takes time.
How about yourself? You been good, Kate?
[How badly has she been smoking lately?]
And a couple ghosts. [Though yeah, a bath sounds goddamn divine. As does a bed. Her poor back.] Call Laudna if they give you trouble. Apparently she deals with that stuff back home.
Well, I was sitting in a dining chair and something yanked it ninety degrees to the right with me in it, but hey. Could be anything. [She smiles.] I'm not the expert on the supernatural. My home was considerably more dull than most folks around here.
[Her eyes flick unbidden to the white lines on inky black skin. Is it skin? She's sure it's rude to ask, so she won't.
Yet she can't help herself on the other front.]
Hey, so. You know you've got a little something there. [Delicately pointing.]
[Her eyes flick unbidden to the white lines on inky black skin. Is it skin? She's sure it's rude to ask, so she won't.
Yet she can't help herself on the other front.]
Hey, so. You know you've got a little something there. [Delicately pointing.]
Whatever happened to sneaking into bedrooms and reading other people's diaries?
[Just salt in the wounds they thought they'd healed. Camille still can't say she understands what Kate is, but she looks young. Very young. Not the type Camille's keen to poison with her past.]
We could wait it out somewhere private? They usually fade after a time.
[Just salt in the wounds they thought they'd healed. Camille still can't say she understands what Kate is, but she looks young. Very young. Not the type Camille's keen to poison with her past.]
We could wait it out somewhere private? They usually fade after a time.
[They have that much in common. Camille pulls up not long after Kate shows, arms tucked around her middle and radiating gloom.]
No. Nothing to bury. [It'd be grim work, but she'd welcome it. It would feel better than this vacuum where they used to be.] No headstones?
No. Nothing to bury. [It'd be grim work, but she'd welcome it. It would feel better than this vacuum where they used to be.] No headstones?
Is it a risk to carve a name in a rock?
[She looks around, thinking.]
We could do something the old fashioned way. Two sticks tied together and staked in the ground, couple rocks at the bottom with a name on them.
[She looks around, thinking.]
We could do something the old fashioned way. Two sticks tied together and staked in the ground, couple rocks at the bottom with a name on them.
[MODS GAVE US THE GO we can find (shitty) wood and things to tie it with, we can put them in the cemetery.]
I'd be honoured to work with you, Kate. [For the first time since Friday there's a smile on her face.]
Let's go looking.
[runs to locations now ;; we can have them bond while building.]
I'd be honoured to work with you, Kate. [For the first time since Friday there's a smile on her face.]
Let's go looking.
[runs to locations now ;; we can have them bond while building.]
[Girl's night!!!!!!]
Really? [Camille apprises wood in (x) location, fishing for something remotely sturdy as she shoots the young girl a potent glance. Kate is pure mystery, as far as she's concerned. It's worrisome that she'd say such a thing, but maybe not so unexpected.] Not too recently, I hope.
Really? [Camille apprises wood in (x) location, fishing for something remotely sturdy as she shoots the young girl a potent glance. Kate is pure mystery, as far as she's concerned. It's worrisome that she'd say such a thing, but maybe not so unexpected.] Not too recently, I hope.
[....]
Kate...
[Way to put her foot in it.]
I'm sorry. That's awful. Have you been all right?
Kate...
[Way to put her foot in it.]
I'm sorry. That's awful. Have you been all right?
[Her work slows some as she eyes the girl, a pit dropping in her stomach.]
...What kind of rules?
...What kind of rules?

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