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⇲ Cabins
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Cleo came here crying, feeing stupid. How can anyone make her feel small? She used to have a really good friend, but she couldn't remember. It made her head hurt. She took down a photo of two girls grinning at the camera. ((A younger pic of Jewel))
Cleo heard Cameron's voice. What's he doing here? Rubbing her eyes she got up slowly.
“Cleo! I need to come in!” Cameron’s heart raced. His voice trembled.
(I gtg, ill be back in an hour prob)
Slowly she opened the door, her eyes red from crying. "What are you doing here." her voice cracked from crying
Damon (Semi-Hiatus) wrote: "(I gtg, ill be back in an hour prob)"
(K I’ll be gone by the )
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“Jewel made me realize something. But I don’t know if you… or if I… she told me you like me.” Cameron blushed.
SHe felt herself blush. "I...do...I liked you the moment you came into camp years ago. But I was afraid because of the reputation of my mother's children. And my power
“You… actually like me? The whole time I was here, and you never told me? Why?” Cameron noticed she was holding a frame. “What is that?”
((I have to soon too.))"It's a picture of me when I was little. I can't remember it, I had an accident before coming and lost my memories as a kid."
Alex stood outside the door. He had been going to barge in and say something silly, but then he had heard the hushed tones, and decided he'd better wait until the more serious conversation was over to bumble all over like a goofball. He winced. He never was the most tactful person in social situations.
((Hey guys I had an AMI day at home so I wasn’t available sorry. And I was wondering if I could use your characters and this rp that we are doing in the book I am writing. It’s ok if you don’t want me to.))
((Hey, I’m back…. I’m not open on weekends, so…))
((Sorry I’ll go. You can go whenever…))
“Who are you with? Do you know their name? I mean, since you, you know…” Cameron trailed off. He didn’t know if it was ok to ask. “Listen you lost your memory, and I lost…” Cameron’s heart sank. He pulled the locket out of his pocket and opened it. He stared at the picture in it.
She shook her head, "I just know she's somehow important to me. We love the song 'Poison' despite its true meaning." Seeing the locket, Cleo asked, "What's that?
Cameron sighed. “My… my mom died when I was young.” Cameron looked down at the ground. He felt a lump in his throat. He held back a sob. “This locket is the only way to remind me of her.”
((yeah sorry.))"I'm sorry. I don't think I know what its like to lose a parent, but...I'm sure she was a good person
“She was. She was always there for me. She understood me. I just wish she had gone another way.” Cameron’s eyes filled up with tears. “I’m sorry. I don’t know how to handle my emotions. That one of my millions and millions of flaws.”
Touching his face, she murmured, "I don't see it as a flaw. All the men I have known aren't able to show emotions. So this is actually refreshing. And one of the reasons I like you." Looking at her photo, she put it on the dresser. "She's probably my age now, but I don't know if she's even alive.
Cameron blushed. He noticed he was slouching. He stood up taller. Cameron’s words all tangled up in his mouth. He was overwhelmed. But not in a bad way. More of an overwhelming feeling of love. “I… I don’t know what to say.”
((I have orchestra, so I might leave for a few minutes at a time))
((totally get it. I might have to leave too soon.))"Then don't..." She felt the Charmspeak enter her voice. Damn not now...She thought desperately
((I’m here now))
“I don’t care if you use Charmspeak. You can’t control what happens.” Cameron looked into her eyes and took her hands.
“I don’t care if you use Charmspeak. You can’t control what happens.” Cameron looked into her eyes and took her hands.
Tears entered her eyes. "A...are you sure? I don't wanna keep you here because of it."
“Yes. I’m sure. You know it’s not you doing it. It’s your mom.” Camera didn’t feel guilty about himself anymore. He felt good. He leaned in closer to Cleo.
She pressed her forehead against his, allowing the tears to fall
Cameron started crying too. “You are so wonderful.”
She choked out a laugh, "What, a broken Aphrodite kid who can't even control her powers? Yeah sure
“No, no! Really!” Cameron looked her into her eyes and his stomach fluttered. “I’m not lying.”
She gently rubbed the tears from his cheeks, "Hey its okay. The sentiment made me feel better."
“I feel the same way.” Cameron laughed. Cameron had only seen one other person this way.
((Yeah sorry))She leaned against him, "I just wish I knew more about her, this girl in my photo."
“Can I see?” Cameron was curious.
Taking the photo off her stand, she felt kinda conscious. "It's covered in dirt and blood, I didn't have the heart to clean it." She offered it to him.
Cameron lifted the photo and he gasped. “That’s.. my sister!”
Feeling nauseous, she laid back down burning
“Didn’t she recognize you? I don’t understand.” Cameron remembered. “I met you before. In Seattle. You had your hair tied up, and you walked into the convenience store and waved goodbye to me.”
"Seattle?" She tried to think back, but the fever was getting worse. "Maybe..." She had a wound in her shoulder that didn't quite heal
“You don’t look very good. Do you want me to take you to the infirmary?” Cameron didn’t know what was going on. “Are you ok?”
"Was on...patrol...a few days ago...was hurt bad...Infirmary was full. Didn't wanna...impose.
The inside of the cabin smells very heavily of perfume. The inner walls of the cabin are pastel green window trim. The curtains and beds are pastel blue and green. The campers have twin beds with pale blue sheets. Each bed has a blue dresser in between with drawers, a mirror, and makeup. Every camper has a chest with their name painted on it to store their belongings. Their personal bunk spaces are decorated with famous and attractive stars, and a few personal photos too. The cabin is always clean except for under the beds, which has chocolate wrappers, love notes, and other things under them.