Camille Preaker (
scrapdraught
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2024-06-14 08:42 pm (UTC)
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[
Gale.
Her fingers itch for a pen. Something better than her nails to scribble over her jeans.
At least when she writes on herself she gets to pick what goes there. Camille looks down and spies the looping script across her front.]
Fucking kidding me.
[No question, just an expletive. It's not even the one she ran in here to hide.]
[Well. Nothing for it. She turns and drops into a pew, arms folded, feet up.]
Don't mind me, I'm riding this one out. Go about your business.
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At least when she writes on herself she gets to pick what goes there. Camille looks down and spies the looping script across her front.]
Fucking kidding me. [No question, just an expletive. It's not even the one she ran in here to hide.]
[Well. Nothing for it. She turns and drops into a pew, arms folded, feet up.]
Don't mind me, I'm riding this one out. Go about your business.