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Anyway Camille is at the pyre late at night, sat hugging her knees like a gangly teen and staring down the flickering flames. Her eyes blink slow, but despite the hour she just won't leave.
[They were all promised a sacrificial death later, but something could just as easily take them out now.
Camille does spy the writing. She doesn't try to. People's secrets should be pried out the old fashioned ways, by chatter and liquor and growing familiarity. This feels like cheating. A home invasion, violent and undeserved.]
We probably shouldn't be wandering alone too much in the dark.
That's right. [She should urge her to move on. Get back to bed. Teenagers were willful things though, and she knows that that age she'd shirk a stranger with no badge for back up.
So instead she goes the other way.]
Well, if you can't sleep, then keep me company. Two pairs of eyes are better than one.
[No weapon. But keeping watch is more an excuse to sit outside and not sleep than be inside and incapable of sleep. At least if she had smokes she could call it a cigarette break.]
Suspicious persons, strange anomalies. The face of god, if I'm lucky.
[Have you heard about our lord and savior River Dale?]
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WEEK 0: Monday
Anyway Camille is at the pyre late at night, sat hugging her knees like a gangly teen and staring down the flickering flames. Her eyes blink slow, but despite the hour she just won't leave.
Her eyes drift to Vin once she catches movement.]
Shouldn't you be asleep?
no subject
she glances towards camille, a little bit puzzled. there's some writing on her arm that says the collapse.]
Why do you say that?
no subject
[They were all promised a sacrificial death later, but something could just as easily take them out now.
Camille does spy the writing. She doesn't try to. People's secrets should be pried out the old fashioned ways, by chatter and liquor and growing familiarity. This feels like cheating. A home invasion, violent and undeserved.]
We probably shouldn't be wandering alone too much in the dark.
no subject
[it's not heated, just matter of fact. all the same:]
You're out here, too.
no subject
[She sits up straighter, unwittingly revealing a phrase of her own. Scorned child paints a stripe down her arm.]
It's Vin, right? You doing okay?
no subject
[either way, she gives a small nod.]
Yes. [both to her name and if she's doing fine.] Camille, right?
no subject
[She nods back.]
That's right. [She should urge her to move on. Get back to bed. Teenagers were willful things though, and she knows that that age she'd shirk a stranger with no badge for back up.
So instead she goes the other way.]
Well, if you can't sleep, then keep me company. Two pairs of eyes are better than one.
no subject
[she hesitates for a moment, but after that:]
What exactly are you looking for?
no subject
Let's hope you don't have to find out.
[No weapon. But keeping watch is more an excuse to sit outside and not sleep than be inside and incapable of sleep. At least if she had smokes she could call it a cigarette break.]
Suspicious persons, strange anomalies. The face of god, if I'm lucky.
[Have you heard about our lord and savior River Dale?]