[ She's not wrong, he just shrugs. ]
Yeah, I am. We're called sorcerers. I have a pretty simple power; basically if I defeat a curse, I can absorb and control it.
Yeah, I am. We're called sorcerers. I have a pretty simple power; basically if I defeat a curse, I can absorb and control it.
[ It's a little weird to be called a kid, but he doesn't comment on it, the sight of her scarred arm still at the forefront of his mind.
For a moment, he looks absolutely hopeless before he schools his expression into something more sympathetic. ]
Somethings you carry with you, no matter how far in the past they are. [ Literally, in her case. ] Things are better for you now, though?
For a moment, he looks absolutely hopeless before he schools his expression into something more sympathetic. ]
Somethings you carry with you, no matter how far in the past they are. [ Literally, in her case. ] Things are better for you now, though?
[Call her when you can rent a car.
It's sweet though. He's doing his best, and he really doesn't owe her shit.]
I'll say. [She's walking proof of it. And now they all are. What generous clues their bodies whisper along limbs and spines, keys for the locks they took such care to hide.]
Yeah. It's been a year since I tried anything. I'm staying with people who give a damn, and I don't bother with the ones who don't.
[She smiles, though her head dips, fingers laced in her lap]
That's what pisses me off about the profiles too. I haven't drank in a year either and it still brands me a drunk.
It's sweet though. He's doing his best, and he really doesn't owe her shit.]
I'll say. [She's walking proof of it. And now they all are. What generous clues their bodies whisper along limbs and spines, keys for the locks they took such care to hide.]
Yeah. It's been a year since I tried anything. I'm staying with people who give a damn, and I don't bother with the ones who don't.
[She smiles, though her head dips, fingers laced in her lap]
That's what pisses me off about the profiles too. I haven't drank in a year either and it still brands me a drunk.
[ He can't, he'll be a full on racist by then...
But his expression softens, and he looks away from her toward the fire. ]
You made yourself a family. [ ... ] A year is pretty recent, though.
[ Slowly, words start to appear over the black of his uniform in ghostly white, ONE BY ONE. ]
But yeah, the profiles are pretty callous. Most people probably get that it's not entirely accurate.
But his expression softens, and he looks away from her toward the fire. ]
You made yourself a family. [ ... ] A year is pretty recent, though.
[ Slowly, words start to appear over the black of his uniform in ghostly white, ONE BY ONE. ]
But yeah, the profiles are pretty callous. Most people probably get that it's not entirely accurate.
It's better than nothing.
[And she had a clean streak prior to that too. Then again considering the year in question, she can't say she blames herself for the slip. Extreme measures for extreme times.]
They seem to. There's far worse than mine up there for sure. [Hers even reads a little sparse, but hey. That's what happens when you cultivate no skills or hobbies. Her life was an exercise in scraping by.
Then a sudden glow catches her eye. Camille looks down with a soundless gasp.]
Oh — sorry, looks like it's got you too.
[She points. Can't let him wander around unawares.]
[And she had a clean streak prior to that too. Then again considering the year in question, she can't say she blames herself for the slip. Extreme measures for extreme times.]
They seem to. There's far worse than mine up there for sure. [Hers even reads a little sparse, but hey. That's what happens when you cultivate no skills or hobbies. Her life was an exercise in scraping by.
Then a sudden glow catches her eye. Camille looks down with a soundless gasp.]
Oh — sorry, looks like it's got you too.
[She points. Can't let him wander around unawares.]
Suck it up like a sponge?
[Weird. And intriguing.]
Can you show me a little something?
[Weird. And intriguing.]
Can you show me a little something?
[ He glances down at it, expression unmoving as he takes in the words and then looks back at her. ]
... Thanks.
[ ... ]
Is it okay to ask a little more about you?
... Thanks.
[ ... ]
Is it okay to ask a little more about you?
Ah- I can't. They took away my power when I got here.
So I'm just a regular human now.
So I'm just a regular human now.
Huh.
[All right. Explains why there hasn't been a fireworks show from all their fantastic brethren. But also, how the hell did they manage that?
She clucks her tongue and pats him on the shoulder.]
Pity. I promise that being a square one, regular joe isn't half so bad as it sounds. We're an industrious sort. We'll find a way to fix all this.
[All right. Explains why there hasn't been a fireworks show from all their fantastic brethren. But also, how the hell did they manage that?
She clucks her tongue and pats him on the shoulder.]
Pity. I promise that being a square one, regular joe isn't half so bad as it sounds. We're an industrious sort. We'll find a way to fix all this.
...Yeah? Sure.
[She pulls her sleeves to the middle of her palms and folds over a little, stretching her legs. His own words weren't giving much up. That's tugging her curiosity something fierce, but she can imagine the implications.
One by one deaths, one by one abductions. Dollars drained, assaults both sexual and not. Can't be anything good.]
What do you want to know?
[She pulls her sleeves to the middle of her palms and folds over a little, stretching her legs. His own words weren't giving much up. That's tugging her curiosity something fierce, but she can imagine the implications.
One by one deaths, one by one abductions. Dollars drained, assaults both sexual and not. Can't be anything good.]
What do you want to know?
[ He smiles a little at that, and they can finally move away from the outhouses. ]
Alright, I'm trusting you.
Alright, I'm trusting you.
[ He does feel a little guilty, because they're strangers and he's being intrusive. And he really has no reason to ask except to satisfy his own curiosity, and her hardships shouldn't be a fun story for him to hear.
But she'd said it was alright, and if she didn't want to answer, it's not like he would press. ]
What made you decide to change your circumstances?
But she'd said it was alright, and if she didn't want to answer, it's not like he would press. ]
What made you decide to change your circumstances?
You mean what made me want to quit?
[Hm.
Camille clucks her tongue, thinking how to phrase it without popping open a can of worms.]
I uh. I really had no choice but to. [Her nose twitches, her lips twist.] I got a lot of answers about things to do with my family. Things that made it hard when I was younger. Stuff that was going at the time, too. And I had to cut them out of my life for good.
[She looks to him, raw, reticent. Weary.]
You can't always pick your family. They can't pick you either.
[Hm.
Camille clucks her tongue, thinking how to phrase it without popping open a can of worms.]
I uh. I really had no choice but to. [Her nose twitches, her lips twist.] I got a lot of answers about things to do with my family. Things that made it hard when I was younger. Stuff that was going at the time, too. And I had to cut them out of my life for good.
[She looks to him, raw, reticent. Weary.]
You can't always pick your family. They can't pick you either.
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[ He nods... Family is difficult. His parents had been normal, and likely no where near as terrible as hers, but he knows what it's like to be disappointed by them.
Well, he knows what it's like to be disappointed. ]
Do you hate them?
Well, he knows what it's like to be disappointed. ]
Do you hate them?
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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?
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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[Camille wets her lips.]
I can hate them in parts. Mama, close to whole. Her husband Alan is such a limp rag of a man, he's too pathetic to take much heat from me. I sometimes forget he was family at all.
Amma, I can't. Not in any big way. Just slivers. [She pauses.] She's my little sister. She's only fourteen now. Even after everything, I can't fully...I can't pin much on her.
[She plucks at the seams of her sweater. Lets her hair fall forward, obscuring her expression.]
And an a strange way, sometimes I still hope they love me. No matter what I think of them. Even if I know they won't.
[Not her parents at least.]
I can hate them in parts. Mama, close to whole. Her husband Alan is such a limp rag of a man, he's too pathetic to take much heat from me. I sometimes forget he was family at all.
Amma, I can't. Not in any big way. Just slivers. [She pauses.] She's my little sister. She's only fourteen now. Even after everything, I can't fully...I can't pin much on her.
[She plucks at the seams of her sweater. Lets her hair fall forward, obscuring her expression.]
And an a strange way, sometimes I still hope they love me. No matter what I think of them. Even if I know they won't.
[Not her parents at least.]
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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... ]
Need help with the door?
[ Moves to wedge it open... ]
Yeah, can you?
[She is just a little woman 🥺]
Here. [She backs out of the way.]
[She is just a little woman 🥺]
Here. [She backs out of the way.]
[ NOT THE KRAFT SINGLE ICON
Anyway, he wiggles the door... Pushes it... ]
... Okay.
[ He's going to back up so that he can kick it open. ]
Anyway, he wiggles the door... Pushes it... ]
... Okay.
[ He's going to back up so that he can kick it open. ]
[ it doesn't budge and he just crumples to the floor in pain ]
Geto!
[She drops her meal on the nearest table and runs to him, reaching for his shoulder.]
You okay?
[She drops her meal on the nearest table and runs to him, reaching for his shoulder.]
You okay?
[ Oh... she worry him.
He's holding his heel with a grimace, and just shakes his head. ]
I'm fine. We have a bigger problem.
[ Growing anxiety in the pit of his stomach. ]
Can you check the windows?
He's holding his heel with a grimace, and just shakes his head. ]
I'm fine. We have a bigger problem.
[ Growing anxiety in the pit of his stomach. ]
Can you check the windows?
[She do...
But she also stiffens. The implication is obvious. Camille peels off and takes to the nearest window, yanking on the latch.
Wedging the tips of her fingers in between the wood.
Cursing at the utter lack of give.]
It's stuck tight. Like cement. And I can't see shit out there, it's thick as pea soup.
But she also stiffens. The implication is obvious. Camille peels off and takes to the nearest window, yanking on the latch.
Wedging the tips of her fingers in between the wood.
Cursing at the utter lack of give.]
It's stuck tight. Like cement. And I can't see shit out there, it's thick as pea soup.
[ Eventually, the shock of pain passes and he gets up, checking the other windows but not coming up with any other answers.
Eventually, he just takes a few steps back from a window and presses the heels of his palms to his eyes. ]
Shit.
Eventually, he just takes a few steps back from a window and presses the heels of his palms to his eyes. ]
Shit.
Christ.
[Similar conclusion, different coordinates. She covered the windows opposite. Ran to the back in case there were extra exits.
Camille runs her hands through her hair, fighting the mounting panic. It's just her and the kid. Where is anyone else? Ashlyn? Daan?]
Okay. Okay well, we're trapped on ground level, is there a way out from above maybe? Chimney?
[Little pig little pig.]
[Similar conclusion, different coordinates. She covered the windows opposite. Ran to the back in case there were extra exits.
Camille runs her hands through her hair, fighting the mounting panic. It's just her and the kid. Where is anyone else? Ashlyn? Daan?]
Okay. Okay well, we're trapped on ground level, is there a way out from above maybe? Chimney?
[Little pig little pig.]
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