scary: camille

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weekend 0, saturday, cabin

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[ staring at the outhouses ]

... This sucks.

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Sorry about the local infrastructure.

[It sucks indeed. She's used outhouses before, but an indeterminate reliance on them sounds rough. She squints ahead, arms folded, mouth cocked in half a frown.]

I guess there's also the bush if you prefer, but I don't think anyone else would appreciate that.

WEEK 0: Monday ((cw: self harm))

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[Camille took the swamp not long after it started. None of the buildings guaranteed privacy, and the leeches and dank smell were good deterrents. She's sat herself at the water's edge, hugging one knee with her head down.

The glow can still be seen running down her arm, through the sleeves of her dark sweater.

ALL THAT'S LEFT IS YOUR FACE.

When she hears the crunch of leaves underfoot her head snaps up.]

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[ Geto's looking a little worn when he comes across her, which isn't too surprising considering everything about their surroundings, but he's alert enough to spot her there, blinking momentarily in surprise.

And, despite best intentions, his gaze flicks over the writing on her arm. ]

... Sorry. You look like you wanted to be alone.

WEEK 0: Thursday - REFECTORY CURFEW PARTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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[Looks like the other shoe finally dropped.

Camille batters at the door, her intended carry-out meal under one arm as she wedges her shoulder into the wood for a third time.]

Did they fucking lock us in?

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[ Geto, who was just chilling at the one of the tables and having some tasteless soup, will look over at her like ? ]

Need help with the door?

[ Moves to wedge it open... ]

week 0, friday, pyre

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[ I wish I could say they could chill after waking up, but Geto probably zoomed to Gojo as soon as he realized they were no longer trapped.

But he still remembers the softness of their cuddles!! And he'll come find Camille later, expression tense. ]

... Looks like everyone else was trapped last night too.

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[Camille is slightly less soggy but still wet as hell. She has leech bites all over and is trying to blink the night sky back into focus. The smoke, she still do be burning.]

I...Geto...

[She reaches for him with one hand, coughing behind a closed mouth. Bracing at his shoulder.]

We found something.

week 1, monday, funky

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[ He's holding the inflatable t-rex costume. ]

... All right.

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You gonna try it on?

[She is holding a tanuki costume.]<?small

WEEK 1: Thursday

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[how tf are we at 90+ they have nothing in common

Anyway she left him for a while to get his throat treated but she comes back as soon as she's able, pale and fretting. Doing a very bad job of not letting it show, taking a seat at his side.]

Hey, kid.

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[ I tried to make a joke, but I honestly don't even know.

He also looks pale! Almost grey, but he's patched up, with bandages around his arm and neck. ]

Hey.

WEEK 1: Sunday

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[It feels like she's aged a decade in the last three days. She had so many things to follow up on, so many people to talk to, and the queries had leaked out of her like so much sweat and tears.

She sits helpless in the theatre, staring at the stage, feeling nothing.]

Every time I think I've got a handle on things, they pull the rug out from under us.

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[ Geto sits next to her, expression neutral, hands laced together and resting loosely between his legs. ]

Three people infected and three people dead... They really took no mercy on us.

week 2, monday

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[ Hi Camille. Welcome to the lair of an unusually powerful sorcerer.

Sorcerers exist to protect non-sorcerers. That is the mantra that you live by, and that is what carries you through all your missions. The steady maintenance of Tengen-sama is critical to the stability of Japan.

But Satoru had said no unwilling sacrifices, and despite your morality and big talk, you always put your family first. And now, that includes Riko. You've only known her for a scant couple of days, but you've both decided that you won't be her executioners. You'll find another way, because you're the strongest, and you always do.

That's what you expect when you hold your hand out to hers. ]

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[SPOON WHAT THE HELL.

gege what the hell....

Camille gasps coming out of the memory, hand to her mouth. She doesn't think she saw much. The blood — maybe a little. Her mind supplied the rest, after the gunshot.]

What happened? [She looks up to Geto, pale in the face.] Who shot her?

[And why?]

week 2, friday

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[ Bleak. ]

... Four people so far this week.

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It's insane. We're living in a bloodbath.

[She looks at the posters, touching Iwatooshi's. Looking to Aerith. Camille still hasn't shaken the scent of smoke but that's the least of her problems.]

...We found Cloud at that manner.

week 2, saturday, pyre

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[ Hey Camille. Checks to see how she's doing... ]

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[not great]

WEEK 3: Monday

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[They are in the library!

Camille has picked up some kind of Japanese comic book. After reading a bit, she frowns.]

He wants to make his ears fall off?

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[ Is she reading Inuyasha.

Peers over her shoulder. ]

WEEK 4: Wednesday

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[Grilling him a late night hot dog. Like the good wine aunt she is.]

So...what's the deal with you and Lavi?

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[ After a long day of Big Foot hunting, he is also having a hot dog. I'm just assigning Camille hot dog. ]

Me and Lavi? ... Nothing?

week 5, tuesday, farms

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[ He's looking at the fruit... Vibes are fairly placid.

He nods at Camille. ]

Hey Camille. Do you know a lot about mouths?

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[The vibes are despresso but she is doing her very best.

Unclear if this line of questioning is going to help anything.]

What?

WEEK 6: Monday

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[They're at the market, post-fleas.]

There's got to be an anti-itching salve around here.

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[ Looking wearied. ]

How has this day been so long.

week 6, sunday, vineyard

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[ Chilling among nature, for the last time... I haven't caught up on execution, but I'm sure it was devastating.

Looking over at Camille... Hi. ]

Ready for the final week?

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[It was. Shares an AU where you caught up on it and we can pc about it.]

God. Who is?

[Assigns them sitting, maybe there's a nice log. She'll take a seat at his side, arms wrapped around her middle.]

I don't know. I've got less on my plate than you do, apparently. Are you feeling all right?

WEEK 7: Monday ((SPOILERS, CW: child murder, teeth extraction))

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[Just finishes spoiling this series for you spoon, watch it anyway :knife:]



Alan loosened some cash to enroll Amma at the Bell School—$22,000 a year, not counting books and supplies—just nine blocks away. She made quick friends, a little circle of pretty girls who learned to yearn for all things Missouri. The one I really liked was a girl named Lily Burke. She was as bright as Amma, with a sunnier outlook. She had a spray of freckles, oversized front teeth, and hair the color of chocolate, which Amma pointed out was the exact shade of the rug in my old bedroom. I liked her anyway.

She became a fixture at the apartment, helping me cook dinner, asking me questions about homework, telling stories about boys. Amma got progressively quieter with each of Lily's visits. By October, she'd shut her door pointedly when Lily came by.

One night I woke to find Amma standing over my bed.

"You like Lily better than me," she whispered. She was feverish, her nightgown clinging to her sweaty body, her teeth chattering. I guided her to the bathroom, sat her down on the toilet, wet a washcloth under the cool, metallic water of the sink, wiped her brow. Then we stared at each other. Slate blue eyes just like Adora's. Blank. Like a winter pond.

~*&*~

On October 12, Lily Burke disappeared on her way home from school. Four hours later, her body was found, propped tidily next to a Dumpster three blocks from our apartment. Only six of her teeth had been pulled, the oversized front two and four on the bottom.

I phoned Wind Gap and waited on hold twelve minutes until police confirmed my mother was in her home.

I found it first. I let the police discover it, but I found it first. As Amma trailed me like an angry dog, I tore through the apartment, upending seat cushions, rummaging through drawers. What have you done Amma? By the time I got to her room, she was calm. Smug. I sifted through her panties, dumped out her wish chest, turned over her mattress.

I went through her desk and uncovered only pencils, stickers, and a cup that stank of bleach.

I swept out the contents of the dollhouse room by room, smashing my little four-poster bed, Amma's day bed, the lemon yellow love seat. Once I'd flung out my mother's big brass canopy and destroyed her vanity table, either Amma or I screamed. Maybe both of us did. The floor of my mother's room. The beautiful ivory tiles. Made of human teeth. Fifty-six tiny teeth, cleaned and bleached and shining from the floor.

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[ Holy shit.

On instinct, Geto blasts panic, fear and alarm as the memory plays out and fades. He feels jittery and angry, his fight or flight response rising up but there's nothing for him to fight.

He stares straight at Camille. ]


What happened?

week 7, saturday, farm

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[ He needs the animal therapy of the farm. Hi Camille. ]

Hey. You doing alright?

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[She hears you there.

Camille is out here with a cat in her arms, stroking it absently.]

Shouldn't I be asking you?

[Patting the ground next to her.]

Come, sit. I missed you.