[Is it any surprise people are making themselves scarce today?
Camille may not know what's going on but she has, rather uselessly, thrown the old white robes back on and keeps to the fog at the edge of town. She's hoping to blend in with the haze, you see. Also to combat the light-up confessions that have been blinking on and off all day.
One particularly cruel line has sprawled over her shoulder blades, visible through the fog. It runs in the family.
[She smiles when Ashlyn joins her. Company doesn't always chase the blues away. And she feels bad asking for it. She's afraid the rot will seep out of her, leech into the youthful skin and sallow it. Maybe she's just being paranoid.
Why would we, when you're not morbid at all? [Kidding. She tries again, smiling if weary.] I've found sometimes these nasty sayings disappear after a little confessional.
Are you okay with having yours hang on? Because you don't have to say anything. I already know shit's been tough for you, Ashlyn. I'm here if you need me, and I'm gone if you don't.
Well. If you guess, then I guess you can ask things too.
[Camille smiles grimly. There's not much great to talk about here, but she doesn't want the girl to hold it all in. If that means shaving off a few slices of her own skin, so be it.]
What do you think is your fault? Was it to do with being kidnapped?
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WEEK 0: Monday ((Spoilers??))
Camille may not know what's going on but she has, rather uselessly, thrown the old white robes back on and keeps to the fog at the edge of town. She's hoping to blend in with the haze, you see. Also to combat the light-up confessions that have been blinking on and off all day.
One particularly cruel line has sprawled over her shoulder blades, visible through the fog. It runs in the family.
This is the light Ashlyn may find her by.]
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but then it's camille and ash likes her and also has Zero Social Skills, so she doesn't think to perhaps leave her alone. ]
Hey. Testing the fog? [ obviously not!!!! ]
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No. Just feeling antsy. [Camille turns to better face her, brushing hair out of her face.] A cage is a cage, no matter what the barrier is.
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Yeah. Feels a little less claustrophobic with more information and a timeline, but it's still just... Being trapped until time's up.
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[Her mouth twists. She's not ignoring the text glaring back at her. But she doesn't want to push on a bruise either.
Camille pats the ground next to her.]
Come sit. We can be morbid together.
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[ yes you very much are. but she will come sit down anyway because she was told to and. listen it's not like she's got anything better to do. ]
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Then keep me company while I am.
[She smiles when Ashlyn joins her. Company doesn't always chase the blues away. And she feels bad asking for it. She's afraid the rot will seep out of her, leech into the youthful skin and sallow it. Maybe she's just being paranoid.
Maybe she's seeing a pattern.]
Want to talk about it?
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[ is she being avoidant or does she simply not realize camille is probably talking about the tattoos. who's to say. could go either way. ]
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Why would we, when you're not morbid at all? [Kidding. She tries again, smiling if weary.] I've found sometimes these nasty sayings disappear after a little confessional.
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Are you okay with having yours hang on? Because you don't have to say anything. I already know shit's been tough for you, Ashlyn. I'm here if you need me, and I'm gone if you don't.
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[ it's more that it gets other people asking questions which means talking about it, but. well. she wants to be mature and reasonable so. ]
If you want to ask something, you can, I guess?
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[Camille smiles grimly. There's not much great to talk about here, but she doesn't want the girl to hold it all in. If that means shaving off a few slices of her own skin, so be it.]
What do you think is your fault? Was it to do with being kidnapped?
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[ ........ anyway: ] What's wrong with your family?
[ jesus christ ]
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[or is she the reason they're stuck in the first place?
In spite of all goodwill Camille does tense at the demand. Her eyes dart to her feet, a lock of hair falls to lay shadows over her face.]
There's a kind of sickness in it, I guess. None of us turned out right in the head, though maybe in different ways.
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[ and... oh. hm. she does not know enough about mental health to offer anything meaningful. ]
Is it the kind of thing there's treatment for?
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[But wow, what a question. Camille huffs, mirthless, bearing a bitter grin.]
Well, we'll have to see what the prison therapists have to say.
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Prison? For who? [ a family member? herself??? ]
Whoops spoilers?? Both above and below
My mother and my sister.
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also ash continues to be. very tactless. ]
What did they do?
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Camille is very still. Wanting very badly to have a cigarette in hand or a drink in front of her. Both.]
Hurt people.
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yeah there are only so many answers that question was going to get. this time ashlyn does hesitate a little bit. ]
Well... Have you?
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Not any criminal way. Social faux pas maybe.
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