camille catchall

[sonorant]

are you really our singular live action

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weekend 0

[sonorant]

[ why do leeches have to exist?

at least robin isn't making too much of a fuss as she plucks leeches off of her and flicks them back into the swamp. she's putting her best pr face on. ]

bursts into tears, quick hand over the anime tiktok filter

[scrapdraught]

[Camille is just now hauling ass out of the water, box of personal effects in tow and face twisted in displeasure. Many leeches, some stuck to her clothes but more than a few that snuck under the hem and suctioned to her shins. Fuck.

She drops the box as she makes it to shore, hands to her hips and catching her breath with her eyes skyward. What the hell is she supposed to do?]

You almost done?

kabby no amy adams is too beautiful

[sonorant]

[ oh, dear.

that's not going to be fun. ]

Would you like assistance?

no that's robin

[scrapdraught]

No.

[Hand up, maybe too harsh off the bat. She doesn't even know this woman. Camille grimaces and continues, much more softly now.]

I'll get it. It's fine.

[When she bends though it's to pick the stragglers off her robes. Taking her time about it.]

they are both beautiful

[sonorant]

[ she backs up a couple feet to show she means no harm and won't force anything. ]

... What of the ones not on your robes?

[ it'd be a miracle if some didn't latch on any free skin. ]

ur right but also it's time for a ((cw: self-harm))

[scrapdraught]

[Camille grimaces.]

I'm getting there.

[She bends lower for the final skirt clinger, right at the edge. It makes the hem rise just a bit more.

Robin may have backed up a bit, but she can still see something off about the skin. Not just under the robes either, but down past her ankles, winding into her sodden flats. White lines. Raised, jagged. Legible.

Words. Criss-cross cuts, all carved into letters. Those on her feet are too small to catch, but there's a C-A drifting up her shin that reads clear. F something winding around the side. Smaller letters in between those. It's a lot of ground covered.]

[sonorant]

[ what little she can see is concerning, but robin won't close the distance or invade personal space. there is concern, but she doesn't think it's her place to ask about it right now. ]

Please let me know if you need anything. Has anyone told you how to open the box yet?

[scrapdraught]

[The girl's sweet. It makes her teeth grit as she continues to avoid dealing with the leeches, skin crawling and scars thrumming. She'll have to catch her later probably, put on better airs and salvage whatever she can of a first impression.]

Uh — no? I was going to try brute force, but if you've got pointers I'll take them.

[sonorant]

.... I've been told you have to use your blood. [ very unfortunately, is her tone and expression. ] A little should be enough.

[scrapdraught]

[Stares at her.

Then she looks to the sky, jaw clenched and lips pulled in.]

...Fuck it.

[She quickly hitches the robe a couple inches and rips a leech off, rapid and ruthless. It's tossed into the water as she swipes her hand through the the dripping nick in-between the winding words.

It's over and covered up in a split second. She keeps her eyes on the girl with her hand up, balancing the well of blood on her fingertips. Her eyes are hard. They demand a binding silence, unspoken but potent as an echoed shout.]

Do I wipe it on or what?

[sonorant]

[ robin is not cowed, but she is polite and respectful. it's not as if she doesn't understand where privacy is needed, and it's not her situation to air. ]

I believe so. It only needs a bit of contact.

[scrapdraught]

[sweet robin you are so good and kind

Camille looks unsure, but she gets on her knees and wipes her fingers over the lid. It pops, she startles. Gingerly she lifts the lid and finds her sweater, deepest navy, folded tightly over a pair of her jeans and boots. Her eyes close in relief.]

Thanks. [A pause.] And...sorry.

WEEK 0: Tuesday

[scrapdraught]

[Wow a total reprieve from revelatory body writing! Nice!!

Camille is celebrating this with a nice lunch at the refectory, chowing down while her body is rated G for all ages. She's just sitting down with her tasteless beige slop when the door opens and a familiar face walks in.]

...Hey. [A pause.] Want to be my dinner date?

[sonorant]

[ robin smiles. a word can show up any time, but for the sake of something light, the ink is on a sabbatical.

she smiles and grabs some perfectly edible tasteless slop. ]

Of course. I'd love to share a meal with someone as lovely as you.

[scrapdraught]

[The shock is mild, but obvious. Pleasant.]

Well, aren't you a flatterer.

[Honestly a far better outcome than she expected. And it doesn't seem like any airs are being put on. Maybe some people really are just that magnanimous.]

Yeah, uh — I was a bit of an asshole before. I shouldn't have made it your problem. So. Sorry about that. Let's do this properly? [She extends a hand over the table.]

Camille Preaker.

[sonorant]

We are all in disagreeable situation, and it's tough for anyone. I would not make any harsh or quick judgments without trying to understand first.

[ she sets her food down before she reaches over for the handshake. ]

It's nice to meet you properly, Miss Preaker. I'm Robin.

[scrapdraught]

I couldn't blame you if you did.

[Sometimes a snap judgment helps you dodge a bullet. Especially knee deep in the shit.

Camille shakes, charmed by the ease and genteel manners.]

That's a pretty name. Your mom a fan of songbirds?

[sonorant]

[ robin settles in and eats her tasteless, bland whatever-it-is. ]

I don't know. She may have been. I know she liked to sing.

the way i've had this tab open the whole time

[scrapdraught]

[Vegan sausage.]

Yeah, I read that. You're a singer, huh? [Camille smiles.] You've certainly got the glamour for it. What kind of music do you do?

week 0: friday

[sonorant]

[ robin is doing rounds around the village, keeping an eye out for anyone. ]

Miss Preaker, are you alright?

[ this is an unsettling day. ]

[scrapdraught]

[nope.]

Robin, I'm... [Soggy, bitten, smoke-addled. But also there's more important things.] I'll be all right. I just...

[She looks off to the side, lost. Then takes her by the shoulder.]

We found something by the swamp.

[sonorant]

[ soggy.... bitten... smoke-addled. oh, that's very concerning. she is worried about camille. ]

Take your time. [ she's a little armed by being taken by the shoulder. ]

What was it?

[scrapdraught]

Someone's hand. Burnt. Completely burnt. Someone set the trees on fire.

[She wets her lip.]

I heard there was a body?

[sonorant]

They are lucky they didn't set the entire village on fire.

[ unless they meant to burn them all. ]

Two. If the posters and what others are saying are anything to go by.

[scrapdraught]

[Her eyes close. Two dead.]

Who? [And now that she's spilled the news,] Are you okay? Nothing happened to you overnight, did it?