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[No she's right it is deadly boring here. Camille is taking her 80th walk about town, feeling sullen and scratching at her wrist, willing the text to not shine through her clothes again.
She slows as she reaches Marion, curious.]
Spiders? [A beat.] You got drawings instead?
She slows as she reaches Marion, curious.]
Spiders? [A beat.] You got drawings instead?
[ a flash of her wrist where in spidery (ha) text reads Spiders. A girls got to have some normal fears in between all the mind boggling horror after all, right? right ]
Maker. I don't think I would survive if there was a drawn spider upon my wrist.
Maker. I don't think I would survive if there was a drawn spider upon my wrist.
You got a phobia?
[She smiles gently.]
I never minded them much myself. But I get it. They don't move like we want them to.
[She smiles gently.]
I never minded them much myself. But I get it. They don't move like we want them to.
...How big are we talking?
[Did she meet fucking Shelob?]
[Did she meet fucking Shelob?]
[Stares. Horrified.]
Well anyone who'd fault you for turning arachnophobe after that is a real dick. [She shakes her head.] And I thought the bugs in Missouri were bad.
Well anyone who'd fault you for turning arachnophobe after that is a real dick. [She shakes her head.] And I thought the bugs in Missouri were bad.
Spiders are different. They don't move right.
[And there was something unnervingly human about how they made living leftovers, winding silk around and around and around. They slipped toxins through their teeth and liquified the innards. They were big enough to eat birds and mice in some parts of the globe. And when they were venomous they turned into a walking death sentence. Nature's most creative killers, available in more varieties than science could account for.
She's not especially afraid of them. Kind of fascinated, actually. But she'd never blame a soul who was.]
Yeah. Wind Gap. Small town near the bottom of the state. I left for college at eighteen and called it quits on the place.
...Though I'm guessing not much of that means much to you.
[And there was something unnervingly human about how they made living leftovers, winding silk around and around and around. They slipped toxins through their teeth and liquified the innards. They were big enough to eat birds and mice in some parts of the globe. And when they were venomous they turned into a walking death sentence. Nature's most creative killers, available in more varieties than science could account for.
She's not especially afraid of them. Kind of fascinated, actually. But she'd never blame a soul who was.]
Yeah. Wind Gap. Small town near the bottom of the state. I left for college at eighteen and called it quits on the place.
...Though I'm guessing not much of that means much to you.
[Camille smiles. At least she's honest about it.]
Darkspawn? [Split the words and she could claim there was. Bad seeds were a constant in every universe though, and it wouldn't be a joke she cares for.] I would say I'm jealous of all the mysticism and fantasy, but all I hear about is how many problems it causes.
World's fucked up enough as it is, I don't think it needs a magical boost.
Darkspawn? [Split the words and she could claim there was. Bad seeds were a constant in every universe though, and it wouldn't be a joke she cares for.] I would say I'm jealous of all the mysticism and fantasy, but all I hear about is how many problems it causes.
World's fucked up enough as it is, I don't think it needs a magical boost.
Bloodthirsty creatures who live deep within the underground of thedas. they're considered soulless beings who taint everything they come across. it's a bloody nightmare trying to deal with them on an average day but occasionally they gain a spot of extra power and the world faces yet another blight, which brings them aboveground and destroys everything it touches.
[ cheerfully ]
Can't get more fucked up than that.
[ cheerfully ]
Can't get more fucked up than that.
[ so you know how you can have a good day but suddenly a memory from your past hardballs directly into your face and now you're left spiraling?
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[how is it wednesday already, shaking and crying
Camille comes out of the memory breathless. She's been subjected to a few horrors in her own time and many more creative ones here. She hates these kinds the most. Sewn up, reanimated, desecrated bodies.
Mother. The word is far warmer for Hawke than it is for her. It makes the comedown all the more ragged. Raw.]
He...he used her body?
Camille comes out of the memory breathless. She's been subjected to a few horrors in her own time and many more creative ones here. She hates these kinds the most. Sewn up, reanimated, desecrated bodies.
Mother. The word is far warmer for Hawke than it is for her. It makes the comedown all the more ragged. Raw.]
He...he used her body?
[Camille can be found in the refectory now. She has a plate and a glass of water in front of her, both untouched. She still smells of smoke in spite of her efforts.
Oh yeah her head is fully on the table.]
Oh yeah her head is fully on the table.]
Truly.
[Camille looks up, more weary than begrudging. She takes a sip of her water at last, coughing hard the second she swallows.]
[Camille looks up, more weary than begrudging. She takes a sip of her water at last, coughing hard the second she swallows.]
Managing.
[Her eyes do flick to the swill. The sour scent of it turns sweet in her nose. Forbidden.
She holds fast. Why not make it a dare? What else have you got, you dumb cult fucks? What's going to be the last straw that drops her back on the highway to hell?]
I was with Totty and Asa at the new mansion. We found Cloud's body. Impaled.
[Her eyes do flick to the swill. The sour scent of it turns sweet in her nose. Forbidden.
She holds fast. Why not make it a dare? What else have you got, you dumb cult fucks? What's going to be the last straw that drops her back on the highway to hell?]
I was with Totty and Asa at the new mansion. We found Cloud's body. Impaled.
[love me a void.
Camille turns at the wall tap. If she's been sleeping it hasn't been well, but she's not the tear-stained, ragged-voice mess she'd been Saturday night. Just a muted resignation. It isn't cute to keep crying in public. Save her pity parties for privacy.]
As far as I know. [She takes a pull off a cigarette.] You here to help screw it back on?
Camille turns at the wall tap. If she's been sleeping it hasn't been well, but she's not the tear-stained, ragged-voice mess she'd been Saturday night. Just a muted resignation. It isn't cute to keep crying in public. Save her pity parties for privacy.]
As far as I know. [She takes a pull off a cigarette.] You here to help screw it back on?
[Camille gives her a look.]
Hawke. Don't ask questions you already know the answer to.
[How good can a damned woman be? Camille draws her carton out, taps a cigarette loose and props it between her lips. She sparks the lighter and takes a long drag. Steeling her shaky nerves.]
I'll be floating around until Thursday, when everyone decides it's time to do something about me. I'm asking our crow daddies for help. I'll chuck myself in the cellar and let you brick up the door, if that'll keep everyone sleeping soundly.
In the meantime, I think I've earned the right to be a Debbie Downer. I'm laying low. That's the best I can do without drastic measures.
Hawke. Don't ask questions you already know the answer to.
[How good can a damned woman be? Camille draws her carton out, taps a cigarette loose and props it between her lips. She sparks the lighter and takes a long drag. Steeling her shaky nerves.]
I'll be floating around until Thursday, when everyone decides it's time to do something about me. I'm asking our crow daddies for help. I'll chuck myself in the cellar and let you brick up the door, if that'll keep everyone sleeping soundly.
In the meantime, I think I've earned the right to be a Debbie Downer. I'm laying low. That's the best I can do without drastic measures.
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