Camille
Accepted Character
Posts: 13
Full Name: Camille Person
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Earth
Height: 4' 8"
Weight: 90 lbs.
OOC Name: Trump Card
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Post by Camille on Feb 17, 2014 16:16:37 GMT
Camille cracked an eye slightly open as he felt a cool breeze against his face. Still too tired to make an actual effort, he groggily groped around himself. The wall he was leaning on was damp. The floor he was sitting on was damp. And shit, of course his pants would be as well. He growled to himself and hoisted himself off the ground.
Camille wiped the remaining wetness from his hand and onto his hoodie. This was not the warehouse he took shelter in the night before. There were large glowing mushrooms everywhere, and whenever he scouted out an area to rest in he was sure to avoid weird things like glowing mushrooms. From the looks of it he was in a cave, but the problem that was concerning him was 'how did he get in one.' Camille was getting angrier and angrier the longer he thought about it. He was just mapping Maven's ruins, how did he end up here? In not the place he was sleeping in!?
He was practically snarling at nothing, but to him this was a 'threat.' Being faced with glowing mushrooms in a dark cavern was a 'threat' to him, but then again everything to Camille was a 'threat.' He patted the revolver on his hip and started to calm down. Yeah, but if anything were to happen now he would be safe. He would be fucking safe.
Or at least that's what he kept telling himself.
Camille wasn't stupid. He read enough children non-fictions, outdated science textbooks, and racist encyclopedias to know that there has to be a way out. He could feel the wind so... all he needed to do was look for where the draft was coming from. That sounded right, but what if the entrance wasn't accessible? Fuck, he would deal with it when that time comes.
Camille was starting to regret sleeping without his boots now.
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Jillian Doe
New Member
almost became a Jill sandwich
Posts: 15
Full Name: Jillian B. Doe
Species: Common Weasel, Mustela Nivalis Vulgaris
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Earth #5062
Height: 4'4"
Weight: 60-ish pounds
OOC Name: Jiggers
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Post by Jillian Doe on Feb 17, 2014 21:34:19 GMT
Shuff... shuff... shuff...The weasel's body twisted with each step. Some days it was easy, others a little harder. Took more focus. Lift leg, move leg, put leg down—but slowly, carefully, let the pads on the toes find the ground, then put weight into it again. Forgot about the other leg, though. It would just drag into place, until she remembered it. Then the other leg would be forgotten. Her footpaws were bloodied from this, but the blood was dry and caked with dust. It had been a long day. Shuff... shuff...Her tartan blanket, clutched in a white-knuckled paw—the paw itself clutched to her chest—dragged behind her, a large plush stoat wrapped up in it. Her other paw hung loose at her side. Once in a while the arm would give a twinge, the claws would curl, then slowly uncurl again. Her head hung tilted to the side. She hummed a little song. It was two notes. The rhythm was off. Shuff... shuff... shuff...Oh! how hungry she was... Where had the maids gone? No one was bringing her breakfast. It had been so long. Someone had let her outside, into the garden hedge maze. That had to be what this place was. No wonder she was not allowed without supervision. Her throat was sore, her voice tired from calling for help, for Delyth to come show her inside again. A bit of tea, that was the thing... a bit of tea and a lot of sausage and a big black pudding, oh yes! It was surely dinner time now, it was so dark out. The stars were a lot bigger without a window in the way. Something was moving up ahead, soft little shadows cast by the mushrooms' glow. Jill stopped moving. Her head straightened up. She zheeped. "D...Del...? I'm s-sorry." Her voice had a distinct English accent. "Can I come inside now?"
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Camille
Accepted Character
Posts: 13
Full Name: Camille Person
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Earth
Height: 4' 8"
Weight: 90 lbs.
OOC Name: Trump Card
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Post by Camille on Feb 18, 2014 1:01:32 GMT
Camille turned to the direction he heard the voice. It didn't sound threatening, but it still didn't keep his hand off his gun. When he caught sight of the weasel creature he was stunned-- at first. It wasn't like he never saw anthropomorphic monsters before. There was actually quite a few corvid people in the ruins he was exploring previously, although they weren't exactly sociable.
The only thing that was actually threatening about the weasel was her eye-patch, but everything else from the accent to the stuffed-animal made him think otherwise. When he came closer towards her Camille noticed her limp and bloodied feet.
Aw, she's hurt...
What could a gimp do to harm him? Obviously, he was the more able person in this situation. She was starting to look more pitiful every second that passed as he blankly stared at her, and the worst part of it all was that he wanted to nurture her. Camille was a creep, but it wasn't like he didn't have a reason to feel this way! She was carrying a blanket and was wearing a frilly, pink night gown.
“Who are you and what are you doing here?” Camille hissed as his hand left his holster.
He wasn't the one in charge, but that didn't keep him from acting like he was.
Camille was such a bully.
“What kinda name is 'Del' anyways?”
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Jillian Doe
New Member
almost became a Jill sandwich
Posts: 15
Full Name: Jillian B. Doe
Species: Common Weasel, Mustela Nivalis Vulgaris
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Earth #5062
Height: 4'4"
Weight: 60-ish pounds
OOC Name: Jiggers
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Post by Jillian Doe on Feb 18, 2014 6:46:00 GMT
"Who are you and what are you doing here?"
Jill's face made a perfectly pensive upside-down V shape. It figured the first question asked would be the one she couldn't truthfully answer. If only she knew! Or was this perhaps just a test? To make sure she remembered her new name? Sometimes she forgot. But she never knew she forgot so that was embarrassing. Or it would be embarrassing if she knew what that was either.
"I am... me," she said. "Jill. I g-g-got lost..."
She shuffled forward a little more, until the light shone on the voice. It was a confusing voice. Male? But so young. Female? Perhaps the gardener's son?
"What kinda name is 'Del' anyways?"
Jill thought about it.
"I like it," she said. "It is very much a pretty name. Is it yours too?"
She was not put out by his appearance. She did not wonder where his fur was, or what species he was, or what had happened to his tail, or what kind of funny hat made of feathers he was wearing. Even though the animals in the house had all these things, keeping track of that fact was a little beyond her. Every time she saw one of the maids—squirrel, polecat, or zorilla—she saw them for what felt like the first time. It was hard enough to remember Delyth, even on the days they woke up in the same bed.
So it was that she was quite comfortable with shuffling up to him and giving him a good sniff-down. Her whiskers twitched as she snuffled and wheezed and invaded his personal space.
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Camille
Accepted Character
Posts: 13
Full Name: Camille Person
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Earth
Height: 4' 8"
Weight: 90 lbs.
OOC Name: Trump Card
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Post by Camille on Feb 19, 2014 2:45:45 GMT
Camille frowned a bit. Well, he expected her answer to be something on those lines, but he couldn't help but feel somewhat disappointed. They were both lost. Shit.
“Jill?” He mocked. “You don't seem too sure about your name!”
She was probably just nervous since they're underground.
“No, it's Camille!” He barked. “My name is CAMILLE. I'm sure 'Del' is probably a cutesy-wootsy shorten name for whatever-fuck, but don't you dare fuck-up mine.”
Despite his outward actions he was still worried for the weasel. If he had his back-pack on him he would give her some first aid, but that along with his boots were nowhere to be found. Camille sighed to himself.
“Wait, a moment- Shit, girl!” Camille quickly backed up away from her. “Don't be tryin' to get me sick!”
Jill really did look pathetic, and she didn't want to be here either. Camille couldn't just leave her behind. Well, he could. Camille can do anything he wanted, but that wouldn't be right. That wouldn't be 'decent.'
“Ugh, you're so disgusting!” Camille grumbled. “We should get out of here so I can fix you or something.”
He turned around and gestured to her.
“Get on my back you wheezy-weasel-thing.”
Camille carried people before, usually they were dead, but whatever. This wasn't anything new to him, but for her it probably seemed weird. She never met him before. She probably didn't trust him. Hell, if she did know him she probably still wouldn't trust him-- But that didn't matter to Camille though, he was going to get her out of there.
A couple of minutes were long enough for him to feel responsible for the creature.
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Jillian Doe
New Member
almost became a Jill sandwich
Posts: 15
Full Name: Jillian B. Doe
Species: Common Weasel, Mustela Nivalis Vulgaris
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Earth #5062
Height: 4'4"
Weight: 60-ish pounds
OOC Name: Jiggers
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Post by Jillian Doe on Feb 19, 2014 12:05:11 GMT
Jill fell onto her lower back, momentarily squishing Ms. Juice. Her short legs had nothing but air to pedal on, and her footpaws pointed up toward her face. Her nightgown rode up, but her tail (bottlebrushed, it must be said, enough to look like a small pine tree) tucked up between her legs, keeping her decent. Her lip trembled. Her dark button eyes moistened a little.
Oawoo... he had shouted...
But he smelled so interesting! (Granted, most things smelled interesting. Many things were worth a second sniff, even a third or fourth sniff, as the day wore on and she forgot if she had sniffed them once or twice already or not.)
But he had shouted... Called her disgusting... She squeezed her tail with her free forepaw and hiccuped. But... fix...?
Before she could launch into theatrical crying, the weasel brightened up.
He could fix her? Was this the doctor Del had sent for? Another check-up! Hurrah! She would not eat any leaches this time, she promised herself.
"Wee, wee, wheezy-weasel," she chirped, and did as she was bid, rolling forward to climb onto his back. She put the corner of her blanket in her mouth as she climbed. Her claws dug in shamelessly. He was hardly tall as she was, but as a good deal of her height was due to her neck, her footpaws dangled only inches above the cavern floor. Her tailtip only barely brushed it.
"May Ms. Juice c-come," she said, dangling the plush stoat's face in front of him, "come see the dipper too?" Ah, oh no, it happened again. Was that the word? "Dip...dip...dapper...dopp...Dopkter? Dopkter. Yes? Yes. We will be very well behaved, I am sure to-day. We will have tea in the d-d-drawing room, and I amn't to throw the kettle this time, we p-prompose."
She licked his hair.
"I am still very sorry about last time, Dopkter Camomile."
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Camille
Accepted Character
Posts: 13
Full Name: Camille Person
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Earth
Height: 4' 8"
Weight: 90 lbs.
OOC Name: Trump Card
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Post by Camille on Feb 20, 2014 7:08:08 GMT
Camille took pause at the weasel's display. What the fuck was she doing? They needed to get out of this place ASAP. He wasn't going to spend another night in a dark, creepy cavern.
Oh, and she's about to cry. This was just great!
He stared down at the glossy-eyed creature with his arms crossed.
“Don't.” Camille commanded. “Just don't.”
Just imagine if she did! It would probably echo, and it wouldn't just be coming from her either. Oh no, it would bounce off the walls and create more noise. Hell, he didn't know what else could be lurking in the passages. Perhaps whatever that's out there might be attracted to the her distressed cries?
“Jill, although you were invading my personal space, gettin' all up in my grill and shit- ” Camille mumbled. “I'm sorry about yelling at you, and I won't do it again... Cool?”
He smelled like burning bodies so one whiff should have been enough. Camille couldn't fathom why the hell she kept going back for more, but whatever. She's not even human.
Jill didn't look sad anymore. That was good-- Or least that was what he thought until she clawed his back.
“Fuuuck...” Camille hissed quietly to himself. “Lessen your grip on me, and Ms. Juice can have a full physical for all I care.”
He tilted his head to the side.
“What the fuck is 'dopkter?'” Camille mumbled before his confused face turned into one of sheer horror. “DID YOU JUST LICK MY HEAD!? FUCK, YOU MADE ME BREAK MY PROMISE!”
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Jillian Doe
New Member
almost became a Jill sandwich
Posts: 15
Full Name: Jillian B. Doe
Species: Common Weasel, Mustela Nivalis Vulgaris
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Earth #5062
Height: 4'4"
Weight: 60-ish pounds
OOC Name: Jiggers
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Post by Jillian Doe on Feb 22, 2014 9:10:01 GMT
She couldn't help it that he smelled like cooked meat. He did not taste like it, no, but she had to find out! And so she had. And now she knew.
Not very good, in case you were wondering.
She held her tongue between her incisors, letting it dry out. It was preferable to bringing that taste back into her mouth.
Her claws dug in deeper the more he moved. It was not entirely her fault; her paws in particular were difficult to control. They had little paw-minds of their own, and wanted to clench and squeeze and curl up with a good little paw-book by a paw-fire and bathe in Camille's blood as well.
For this once, as his face was not pointed at her, and since he did not use her name, she didn't quite register that he was yelling at her, and thought to herself that he must be just yelling in general.
"You're so loud," she whispered in his ear, whiskers brushing his cheek. "I c-can hear you very g-g-well." She wanted to pat his cheek but her paw was stuck, still digging into his shoulder. "Oh, and Mr. Camomile? My name is Jill. Jill Doe. Not F-f-Duck."
She waved her head side-to-side as he carried her, going back to her two-note song.
This was going to be a wonderful friendship, she decided. Maybe she should tell him about the worm that was chasing her, wherever had it gone to? Oh look! ... a stalagmite. Cute!
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Camille
Accepted Character
Posts: 13
Full Name: Camille Person
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Earth
Height: 4' 8"
Weight: 90 lbs.
OOC Name: Trump Card
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Post by Camille on Feb 22, 2014 22:16:38 GMT
Camille stifled any other obscenities trying desperately to leave his mouth. No more. He promised her that he would to keep his voice low. Camille could curse. He didn't promise that, but he wouldn't be loud and obnoxious about it.
“Well, Jill, my name is Camille.” He repeated it once more, but slowly. “Pronounced 'kah-MEEL.”'
That was wrong too. His name was actually pronounced kah-MEE. It was French. He was named after his grandfather who was from Morocco. However, he refused that pronunciation since he thought it was gay, but it was better than what his dead-beat father wanted to call him. 'Frank.' Ugh, and even when it wasn't his name it didn't keep his dad from calling him 'Frank Junior.'
Okay, now he was getting angry again. Time to simmer down.
“Doe.” Camille bit his lip in pause before starting again. “Jill Doe, could you please not impair my shoulders for couple of weeks.”
Although the layers of his clothes made it difficult for her claws to actually penetrate his skin it was still a bruising hold. This was not a pleasant experience. Not that he was expecting it would be.
“Oh, and while your tongue is out could you tell me which direction the wind is hitting it?” Camille winced as her whiskers hit his face.
Damn, now his nose was itchy and he couldn't scratch it.
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Jillian Doe
New Member
almost became a Jill sandwich
Posts: 15
Full Name: Jillian B. Doe
Species: Common Weasel, Mustela Nivalis Vulgaris
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Earth #5062
Height: 4'4"
Weight: 60-ish pounds
OOC Name: Jiggers
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Post by Jillian Doe on Feb 23, 2014 14:12:00 GMT
"Sorry," she said.
Oh dear, what a terrible thing she had done, getting his name wrong! Names were important. Shoulders less so. Which wasn't to say that she didn't give strenuous thought to his request—she just didn't have the slightest idea how long a couple of weeks was. She eventually settled on "a few minutes", and with great concentration, managed to un-snag her claws from his clothes. Of course she still had to hold on somewhere...
The weasel's jaws opened wide, her breath hot on his neck. Her head tilted to the side, she leaned in...
And Delyth's voice floated up from her memory: No, Jill, do not kill the help! Oh now look what you've done, and Mrs. Witherby was such a nice cook... spit that brain stem out this instant, Ms. Doe!
Oops, better not do that then. She settled for wrapping her short little arms around the front of his neck. This was better; she could grab Ms. Juice's other arm from this position, and use the plush stoat as a sort of brooch to link her limbs. Nice!
She stuck her tongue out again at Camille's request, but it did very little.
"No, I am afraid not. My tongue d-d-doesn't know predictions. Why do you want t-to know where the wind is? It's that way."
She tried to point, but both her paws were stuck now. Oops.
"No, that way. Don't you have whiskers of your own? Can you not hear it? The wind song, hm-HMM-hm-HMM-hmm-HMMM..."
Honestly, it was like he wasn't an animal who was designed to hunt in complete darkness in tight, twisting tunnels. What did he want, to find the way out? That wasn't how to get back inside the house and get hot cocoa and horse jerky biscuits!
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Camille
Accepted Character
Posts: 13
Full Name: Camille Person
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Earth
Height: 4' 8"
Weight: 90 lbs.
OOC Name: Trump Card
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Post by Camille on Feb 23, 2014 23:48:02 GMT
“Sorry for what exactly?” Camille asked before promptly shaking his head. “You know what? Never mind. I'm just going take it as collective apology for you being... You.”
That was a bit harsh, but it wasn't like she could understand. Camille was being a big bully by taking advantage of her social retardation, and that was wrong. And he knew it was wrong too. Camille would mentally slap himself if he could give a bigger fuck at the moment.
Camille became flush when he felt her breath against him. Jill was all up in his space bubble, and she didn't give a diddly-doo fuck about it. Ew, he just realized how gross it was to carry a living creature.
“What are you...” Camille shifted his neck away from the weasel. “Are you trying to eat me? No, I eat small animals, never the other way around. Never I tell you.”
Usually Camille was the one who tried to bite people. This was a strange turn of events for him.
Jill's new position was better. Sure, her arms were around his neck, and she could easy choke him to death but... Okay, her current position was better for killing him, but it was also more comfortable. Maybe, this was what his mother meant when she said 'sometimes you have to trade security for comfort.'
Camille took note that the original saying involved having both 'security AND comfort', but whatever. His parents' relationship was fucked up. She was trying to keep his dad happy with her whore money at the time so... yeah.
“I want to know so we can find a way out of here.” Camille answered through his teeth. “Why? Do you want to stay?”
Camille stood there for a moment.
“I can't tell where 'that way' is, and I can't hear whatever fuck you are talking about if you keep humming that shit in my ear.”
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Jillian Doe
New Member
almost became a Jill sandwich
Posts: 15
Full Name: Jillian B. Doe
Species: Common Weasel, Mustela Nivalis Vulgaris
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Earth #5062
Height: 4'4"
Weight: 60-ish pounds
OOC Name: Jiggers
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Post by Jillian Doe on Feb 25, 2014 14:18:53 GMT
Jill's :< face came back. She didn't understand a lot of his words. And she thought she had problems! But she wasn't going to correct him. If he wanted to call a song a shit, that was... weird, but it was his way of talking.
"Aye! I want to stay. It's scary outside."
Jill began wriggling in excitement, her grip loosening. Her whole body was getting into it, like a balloon man at a car dealership. Her bruised and bloodied footpaws kicked and pedaled at the air.
"I d-didn't mean to go outside, I got lost. I wanted a b-bath after last night."
Finally she slipped off him, crumpled in a heap on top of her blanket. She was still for a moment, then began crawling on all fours, sniffing and peering at the darkness beyond the glowing mushrooms.
"It's this way," she declared, pointing for a second before her arm seized up and curled back in front of her chest. She tipped and banged her chin on the ground, but got up and began a three-legged waddle. "I can smell where I had to widdle, too."
(I am sorry for being so late!!)
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Camille
Accepted Character
Posts: 13
Full Name: Camille Person
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Earth
Height: 4' 8"
Weight: 90 lbs.
OOC Name: Trump Card
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Post by Camille on Mar 1, 2014 22:41:34 GMT
“It may be 'scary' outside, but it's better than being here.” Camille spoke. “Is there anything in here we can survive off of? Not that I can see.”
Camille for a moment contemplated if the mushrooms were edible, but shook his head in doubt. Nothing glowing can be edible, and if they were he still wouldn't take the chance.
“Go outside? Wait, you don't want to leave the cave because you just came in? So what are you saying? You came from a house located in this cave somewhere?” She had Camille's full attention. “And it's a house, house? And you got lost... Well, shit. It's strange, but whatever.”
If there was some sort of shelter here then he would hold off on leaving so soon. Perhaps, he could stay there for a while. Hell, maybe that Del person could give him directions. Camille knew this could all be part of the weasel's psychobabble, but Camille couldn't help but hope he was wrong. He hoped that potentially this creature knew what the fuck she was saying.
“Okay, Jill, so you're saying that the passage over there equals outside, correct?” Camille felt like he needed to reiterate. “'Outside' meaning not underground? 'Outside' meaning above ground? Outside meaning not here?"
Well, if she was so sure then he wouldn't even need ask Jill's keeper for some directions. He could just leave... But not until Jill was at her weird cave house with her 'Del.'
Camille sighed.
“But you're still lost. How long did you live here? How much of these formations look familiar to you? And is there anywhere else you 'widdled' at?”
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Jillian Doe
New Member
almost became a Jill sandwich
Posts: 15
Full Name: Jillian B. Doe
Species: Common Weasel, Mustela Nivalis Vulgaris
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Earth #5062
Height: 4'4"
Weight: 60-ish pounds
OOC Name: Jiggers
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Post by Jillian Doe on Mar 2, 2014 10:15:38 GMT
"Weeeeeeelllll..." Jill took a deep breath. She sat up, on her haunches, but rested her arms on a smaller mushroom. She put her chin in her paws and sighed, deep in thought. "You sure do ask a lot of ah-ah-dventures," she said. "Q-quests. That's the word. I thought I was lost, b-but you might be more so." She figured there was a reason the poor boy was relegated to working the gardens instead of being part of Polite Society indoors. If only Del had taken him under her wing as she had Jill, he might have a chance to rise up to maybe someday be a butler! Alas, some animals' cognitive problems weren't caused by knives to the face. "I've been here for... Del said, two months? I was stabbed in, in, in the f-face. So she helps me heal." It started last night... This noise. Like... pit-pit-p-p-pit." She drummed her claws on the mushroom. "Del said it was rain. Water from the sky! Said I wasn't to go out or I might catch ill from the d-d-damp. It was so damp! The air was so... soupy. It became very hot inside. Especially after an evening spent in wild, flurrious passion." She giggled, a noise not unlike a chipmunk's chitter, but lower; or a chicken's clucking sped up. "Well, after that, I wanted to get c-cool again with a morning b-bath. But the bed was gone! All these lights were on, but there's no funkiture... no c-carpets... no windows! I couldn't remember where anything was. So I followed my nose outside, and it was still raining! But it wugg sss...nit water, oh no! It was coffee. I had to lick myself all over to g-get it out of my fur!" She sighed again. "That was yesterday. I took so many naps since. I had to widdle, but—there's nowhere to go! I did my p-private business outside. And then I went back inside the house—it's not a cave! It is very much a house, I am sure.. Or is it outside? I don't know. Are these stars or lamps? I don't know! But I could not f-f-f... find anyone until you. Oh, and the worm. It tried to eat me. I did not know there were such big worms in the garden, no wonder D-Del d-did not want me out of the house. Your p'pa must have a very digfisult job." With her story complete, she reached down for her stoat plush, propped it up on the little mushroom, and made it do a little jig with its forearms. "I hope Del comes home soon," she added quietly. "I am so hungry..."
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Camille
Accepted Character
Posts: 13
Full Name: Camille Person
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Earth
Height: 4' 8"
Weight: 90 lbs.
OOC Name: Trump Card
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Post by Camille on Mar 24, 2014 0:17:16 GMT
Camille stood there twitching. None of that answered any of his questions. Well, it did sort of, but the story kept contradicting itself. She didn't even know if the stars outside were lamps. He had to have a moment to take in all she had said, to decode it or some shit.
Wait, did she say 'wild, flurrious passion'!? Well, he was sure she meant 'furious'... But that wasn't the point!
She did know he was a kid, right? Kids shouldn't know anything about, er, well, you know. And yeah sure, he already knew about sex before hand, but couldn't she have some common decency and not bring that shit up anyways. It wasn't even all that vague.
How could she have possibly expected to get that pass the radar?
Then, he remembered that she said she was stabbed in the face. Which checks out 'cause she had an eye-patch and a couple of screws loose... And she did bring up her sex life in front of a child.
This was an act so indecent it had to be brought up again.
Oh god! He really hoped she took that morning bath she was talking about. He just let that bitch on his back and-- Ugh! He doesn't mind her 'widdling' every-fucking-where, but her dirty, sex gown touching him. So indecent.
Mentally, he could go on and on about how disturbed he was of this revelation, but then he remembered her talking about a giant worm that tried to eat her which seemed a lot more dire.
“What do you mean giant worm?” He finally piped up. “You know being outside in the rain would be better than being in here with a giant, hungry worm...”
Camille shook his head to himself. Maybe, being outside in the rain would be worse since there's the threat of hypothermia and what not.
“You told me you lived in a house not a cave.” He sighed. “And this is a cave, and not your fucking house so we should find the entrance and hang out there.”
Camille frowned and crossed his arms.
“Honestly, I'm not sure if Del is home, but I can almost guarantee you that you are not. ” He rubbed his sore shoulders and grimaced. “You did take that bath, right?”
(I'm so sorry for being late, man.)
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