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“Vocabulary, hm, that’s uh, elitist,” Cameron replied with mock assessment, even putting her finger on her chin for ‘reflection’. Admittedly, she was proud for carrying over the rhyme scheme. “Talking doesn’t get people far,” she continued, oomphing slightly as she landed on the cushion of the diner booth, facing Maddie front on. “Sure your power is stuck in your skull and all, but in my experience, action tends to nudge people bit faster, gets things happening more too. So, I think I’m fine, right?” Picking up a menu, and beginning to run through it, it wasn’t a habit for Cameron to thank people for their invitations and getting straight to her point — food — was a grand example. “Let’s get something going, how are you?” she insisted. “Always unfair how we never know what you’re thinking when you’ve got a database or whatever of everyone.” It was useless to mention, but it was the point Cameron had.

Cameron was a gorgeous girl, flawless in Maddie’s eye—well on the surface, but underneath she knew better. So when the girl tried to talk to her or regurgitate words really, she cracked a crooked grin “You know slapping -ist at the ends of words doesn’t mean that it describes a situation any better.” However the other girl was partially right, Maddie was happier with her puzzle but it wasn’t like the two ever hung out enough. So, with a sigh she slid over her puzzle and offered her the open chair at the booth.  “Sit and eat with me.” her offer was dry, but still continued “I figured we could catch up or I could teach you something about vocabulary….” 

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His voice wasn’t completely chilling, however it still put her on edge. This setting was already uncomfortable and vacant enough, yet this guy had managed to amplify it even so. Not even the context of his half-dressed nature. Sitting cross legged on a bench, Cameron eyed his movements — odd even around here and considering who she usually was with — and had to try really hard not to stop laughing when he picked up the lock she’d been messing with. It did slightly cross her mind that being in the presence of someone in a state as fragile as half-naked was fucked up, but it didn’t stay for long unlike herself. There was always the question of how much she could push the limits of freely using her powers. Simply releasing them in far away places like abandoned warehouses or parts of town wasn’t good enough. There was so much more thrill in trying to sneak it in to oh-so-ordinary everyday Bellbrook. 

 Even if she did realise Logan wasn’t the dealer before his bare voice replied, she wasn’t the least surprised when the dude started popping pills. He was way too into them for the lot to have been prescribed to him. She only clasped out of her observant daze when he spoke to her, but her mood shifted quickly. "We’re all human in the end,” Cameron said, sticking her tongue cheerfully and adding a playful wink. But she turned around, being what she’d call sensitive to human bodies anyway after the disappearance of someone so awfully close to her. So much for getting over him quickly. “Let me guess,” she mused, almost to herself but still trying to pose a question to the boy. “Sad jock with tragic backstory getting his routine man-flection — man reflection — time on this lovely morning?” She didn’t even care if she was right or not, just wanting to get a kick out of the conversation, even this one. 

Rinsing his mouth from the copper ribbon that tainted his tongue, Logan glanced back up at the girl through the mirror. A figment of his own making stood behind the intruder, causing Logan to avert his gaze, once more. He needed to get a hold of his nerves. Shutting the faucet, He continued past her, merely shrugging at her disdainful tone, “probably not.” His answer devoid of feeling and character. With minute trebles quivering his limbs, he went to unlatch his locker, only to find that it was no longer secured. At first, he paid it no mind, but when he went to open it, his eyes fell on the particular lock at his feet, misshapen and melted. Logan hesitated for a moment, he considered picking it up and investigating what had actually happened, but he could feel a string of water hitting his back. It was getting out of hand, and he quickly retracted his hand from the lock and pulled out his backpack instead.

Unzipping the front compartment, he knowingly located the orange capsule bottle with ‘OLANZAPINE’ printed across it, right under the patient’s name— Miller, Andy. He was all for hanging out with the dead boy, just not during school hours. The self-diagnosed and self-medicated teenager dropped two white circular tablets in his hand before swallowing them in one go, he was used to the feeling of the pills stalling in his neck for a few minutes before they dissipated. Their effect would take a few minutes, but knowing that they were in his system filled him with enough relief to calm himself for the time being. Turning around, he noticed that the girl was still there, and this forced his attention back to the lock. Albeit the curiosity swimming inside him, he still managed to swallow down his questions.·“Do you mind?” With raised brows, he asked her to turn around.

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Small Town - Kero Kero Bonito

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Hearing frustration from the resident queen of dramatics wasn’t a surprised. But a specific word caught Cameron’s attention, causing her to lean back from behind her locker door to see and reply to Chelsea.

“Woah, woah, woah,” Cameron said as an interjection to her locker slam, with her lack of knowledge in musicals mistaking the title for a name. “Do you mean the senior when we were freshman? It would be a real surprise if he’s back in town or something,” she added with a narrowing of her eyes, as if defending this student neither of two might’ve barely knew.

Cameron didn’t actually care about this issue, but her loud and insistent tone might’ve spoken otherwise. The girl was always easily aggravated after AP French and even an innocent remark had got her going now. 

“God, if I hear Hamilton one more time…”

She could have finished the statement on a better day. Alas, her head was pounding to the beat of Lafayette’s rap, causing and the pain was adamant enough to keep her from chewing gum. Too many motions only would make it worsen, and Chelsea was in NO mood to feel bad in any way shape or form. It wasn’t ideal, not when she had scripts to memorize and plans to somehow have theatre club focus on a new musical.

Really, she wanted Hamilton to sweep the awards at the Tony’s, but that did not mean she wanted to hear the songs over and over and O V E R —

A heavy sigh, long and e l a b o r a t e, took all the air from her lungs as she finally pushed ( alright, more like slammed) her locker shut.

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My fucking god, she thought to herself, admiring the horrendous mess the cafeteria managed to whip up every single time. If she wanted to eat junk food, a trip to McDonald’s or Taco Bell was easy enough. The school trying to serve such shit was so out of question, yet they insisted with their sad attempt at capturing the student body’s attention. Seeing the imitation of fish fingers only made Cameron disgusted, and wanting to eat healthy—for once. But begrudgingly, this was a system she was bound to, notwithstanding academic minimums, there were also nutritional minimums she had to abide by within these hellish four walls that called itself high school. 

Her usual routine was to ditch the tray and head outside with the meal, eating away from the non-Gifted normal folks was far more enticing than being surrounded by more than thirty of them, her acceptable tolerance. Compiling her food items and squeezing out packets of mayo and ketchup on top of fries and processed bread, she walked past the certain clique before nearly dropping her tray out of shock, shock of what their leader had said. 

Cameron snorted as she heard the one and only Jenny Cassidy insist she stayed at home. Even Little Miss Perfect couldn’t have possibly missed this chance for dress up and mayhem, Cameron’s outward scoff and grin knew that perfectly well. Sure, strange evidence were cropping up around recently, but in Cameron’s mind, you just had to deal with it. Denial wasn’t something you did, especially about something you probably had fun at. “Really,” she said, almost jeering her. “You’re willing to admit aloud that you’re a boring prude? Guess you really trust these guys.” 

          Jenny’s left leg bounced up and down as she waited for her Physics class to come to an end. The monotone voice of the teacher was beginning to get to her, and she found herself losing interest for the subject the more she stayed in his class. She also found herself drifting off to sleep for a short moment every now and then. Unfortunately, it was too late to drop the class, and she wouldn’t let some teacher ruin the subject for her. Although, he was walking a very fine line on that. At last, the bell rang, indicating lunch time. Finally.

          She left the room in a rush and headed straight for the cafeteria to snag up her usual table, not that anyone would dare to steal it from her. Soon, the room was filled with hungry teenagers and her friends were all sat down in their table. While they chatted about some mysterious phenomenon regarding a Halloween carnival, that she did not recall at all, she flipped out her phone and began scrolling through the photo library. Jenny promptly tucked it away when someone asked her a question.

“Oh, I just stayed home that night.” At least, I think I did. Halloween was strange, to say the least. Not remembering a single thing yet having countless pictures on your phone counts as strange, right? 

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The male locker room wasn’t a bad place, if she really thought about it. Not that she liked it, but sometimes spending time here for certain exchanges wasn’t too bad of a deal. It seemed like the school invested more in this locker room as opposed to the one she was usually forced to use. The aroma was less of a stench here in comparison, and even furnishings seemed nicer and more open. Not to mention, the differing colour scheme bugged her. It felt like a whole new world to be in a place with actual school colours, instead of fading pastel browns. Now that she realised that today was not the day her deal was to go down, the pyrokinetic realised her memory hadn’t quite served her well. But then the showers turned on, she heard the squeak of a knob turning. Perhaps this was a sign of sorts, and she was right. No harm is sticking around. 

However, quietly remaining is not one of her abilities. Before she knew it, she was looking into some random locker by melting the lock with her own hands. It was empty. Whilst trying another, the noise of running water stopped and she threw the lock against its locker door in exciting anticipation....that dissipated upon seeing the other. She didn’t quite recognise the dude by name, but goodness, some dealers were skinny white dudes anyway. No one ever suspected them, even ones as grunge-like and miserable as this one carried himself. When he stood up, and during their moment of brief eye contact, Cameron pushed her eyebrows downwards as she realised this was not whom she was waiting for. “Please tell me you’re not the one I’m expecting,” her mouth blabbered, with a sense of disappointment heavily dripping from her statement.     

The sound of streaming water resonated against the walls of the empty locker room. With his listless drift and measured movements, it was expected to see Logan still lingering behind as the rest of the athletes filed out for their first period. Sighing deeply, the silence was comforting as was the ruthless heat beating down against his naked form; staining his fair skin, red. He leisurely took his time in the shower, letting the steam coagulated in the hollow space and distort the mirrors. Ten minutes passed and he finally cut off the water supply, not caring that he would be missing Calculus, as he had already decided he wouldn’t be attending any classes before lunch.·

His nerves were turbulent that morning, wrestling being the main cause behind that. Too much blood got to his head when he was in the ring, his control would decline and his emotions would amplify. It drained him, but he loved it, so he kept to it. The male was oblivious to the other presence in the room, as he heedlessly stepped out of the shower with a towel hanging around his narrow waist. It wasn’t until he stepped up to the sink did he catch sight of the intruder in the reflective surface. Logan merely peered at them for a moment longer before he charmingly spat out a swab of vermilion tinted spit.·

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“What’s up,” Cameron asks softly, biting her own lip. 

Cameron tries to peer over to see the phone screen, limited not by her own lack of brazen approach, but more by a physical barrier of distance. Knowing that there was an edge to Veronica’s voice that needed catering to, yet still refusing to leave her rather comfortable position.  

She starts scrolling through the handful of posts from over the weekend with a deep frown on her face. Many of the posts she made she has no memory of. A carnival? A couple selfies with Garrett? Someone tagged her in one photo… and she’s soaking wet. 

      ❝ What the fuck….? ❞

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It was laughable that this girl had culture to share. “Hold up, hold up, hold up, Miss Hooting And Tooting,” Cameron attempted to interject, as her mouth curled into uncertainty. While Cameron had no doubts about Heather’s capability with dealing with things, involving herself in such was another issue. Participating was not Cameron’s strong suit. “Let’s clarify exactly what makes this ever so special? And more importantly, if it’s worth my time.” 

“Hello.” Her smile is wicked – genuine, but w i c k e d .

“Thank you so much for coming,” Heather says with a slight sneer. “This really shouldn’t take too long. Just a few questions for Bellbrook’s new Culture Magazine, run by yours truly. Ready to get started?”

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It was that time of the month and cravings were creeping ever more present in Cameron’s life. You know what, Cameron thought to herself, fucking waffles, that’s what I need. Being downtown with loose clothing and sweatpants didn’t happen too often, but no matter how mercurial and extra furious she was with hormones, the most she could destroy right now was a plate of carbs. Upon seeing someone familiar and probably more miserable than herself at this point, she relayed her thoughts to the other girl. 

“How’s it going?” She said, a genuine tone that warmed rather than seethed. “You’re probably happier with your puzzle, but here to ruin your existentialist surrealist—” she was just throwing random words at this point “–motionless existence with meaningful human interaction for the day.” 

    Maddie sat at a far corner table at the Pink Flamingo nursing a large chocolate shake, while she was working a crossword puzzle. Nothing glamorous or eventful, but she was hoping to get some time away from the craziness of the town—yet once someone entered the dinner her mind ached, causing her to look up and their eyes met. 

      “Shit.” she thought, when one of her peers approached the table. 

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cameron nox + bad mood doing not so great

three layers: the anxiety, the apathy, the anger

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“Keying someone’s car is so...retro. Arthur, does a car pipe welded shut tight sound enough?” She said, not even twitching at the implication of suffocating someone. “Sounds nicer. If the fucker takes my phone, then they damn well deserve whatever I conjure.” Using magical lexicon was always an accidental slip, annoying but sometimes she wondered if it came with the power and all. Rubbing her hands, she pressed her lips in concentration for listen for the familiar buzz and default ring tone — who had time to select or set up a custom one? — to signal her reunion with it. 

The gritting of her teeth increased as the silence. Hearing silence for so long in this bland classroom dulled her senses, as a feeling of suffocation was starting to settle in. “Hey Hyeon,” she said gruffly after groaning loudly. She wasn’t as furious as she thought she would be, but nevertheless she could tell when her classic was trying to begin embedding the seeds of irritation. Releasing the steam was probably the only option at this point. “Let’s go,” she added with a nod towards the door. “Getting some fresh air might help us both out at this point. Can’t just leave you here, can I. And fine, it won’t be anything extremely stupid, whatever it is.”   

Cameron’s thoughts of disappearance - funeral pyre, forever fire - had Arthur thinking about his own forseeable future. Leaving the town had never been an option for him, oddly. One would expect that he would leave for university, do something bigger, but Arthur couldn’t see himself anywhere outside Bellbrook. Sure, there had been idle dreams of traveling: New York, Paris, all those cliche as hell cities, but he always saw himself growing old here. It was like the person he was, Arthur Hyeon, only existed in this particular town. He pushed the thoughts away, a corner of his mouth curling up into a lopsided smile. “Fine, fine. You know, there are always alternatives to threats, but that would require you to be nice, right?.”

Reaching into said jacket, he pulled out his own phone and found her number. ( He had to resist the urge to save her contact info as Fire Bitch, but in retrospect he was glad he had gone for plain ol’ Cameron. ) Pressing the call button, he dangled his legs off the edge of the desk, frowning at the lack of any ring tone in the classroom. “Okay, either you left the phone somewhere else, or someone took it, which obviously means revenge of some kind.”

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“Found it!” Whether or not it was a choice to laugh at Veronica’s corny reference was impossible to fathom at this stage, but any amusement was worth revelling in.  Despite all the destruction and mayhem she was used to committing, it was nice to be reminded how useful her ability could be. The ‘lighter’ settled in the arm of the chair and extended her arm. Waving it around like a magic wand was too much, and definitely too reminiscent of middle school, but simply nodding her head wasn’t as theatrical. 

"Def, def," she confirmed with joking glee, holding her fingers out for it. "This for any particular occasion?" There was more hope in her voice, than genuine curiosity. It was still a slight challenge to get into the groove of things without a missing part component but in Cameron’s view, like anything else, it was always worth a shot. 

@pyrokinxsis

      ❝ Thank god you’re here! I forgot my lighter. ❞

She’s teasing of course, lying upside down on one of the couches at the cabin. Very glad to see the resident pyrokinetic walk in. Admittedly, Ronnie COULD light her own damn pipe, but that require so much more effort compared to her friend. Having control over an element all on its own must be amazingly convenient. The telekinetic considers it her duty to keep things normal for Cam’s sake, wouldn’t want to project her feelings of loneliness on her and seem clingy.

      ❝ You gonna smoke with me? ❞

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Gripping tighter onto the cup, bringing down below the table to heat it up between her hands. She wasn’t careless enough to let the other girl see her hands glow orange for that. “You know,” Cameron began, elongating the last word to spare time for careful wording around her. That was a challenge. “If I give a name, and you can dig something real nice in there, then I’ll be grateful as fuck and we can all move on.” She placed the cup on the table, the cardboard’s thud on wood highlighting her words. “Sounds like a great deal from my point of view.” Of course, that’s what Cameron wanted her to believe no matter how weak it probably was.  

“Depends on your definition of redeeming,” Rachel answered, ready to bait her along. Rachel chose not to acknowledge the last bit of her comment. Cameron can judge her all she wants-what mattered was that Cameron was here asking for her help. That’s the thing about information, it only becomes useful once you add value to it and Rachel was curious to know what Cameron, resident asshole, valued. It wasn’t hard to determine from her body language and tone that Cameron saw her as a last resort. “Who do you want to know about?” 

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Fluorite, obsidian, and chalcedony?

pfluorite ::: what my muse’s room looks like

it’s never been a decorated place, even when small. a deliberate choice, as cameron hated staying in her room for hours end and did anything to let it fail as a safe space. this gladly ‘forced’ her to find other places or even people, that were hers.

with that in mind, she doesn’t mind having others in it — yet doesn’t care what it looks. there’s not much in it but cameron has somehow managed to make it a mess anyways and people are bound to trip once entering. 

the only aspect she does like is the long and wide window sill at the bottom of her tall window. she faces the backyard, not a cute boy unlike movies promised ( her neighbours on either side are elderly anyway ) and it’s good to lounge on. she opens part of said window to let smoke waft out. her mom knows she smokes but evading her is habit.  

obsidian ::: which of the seven deadly sins my muse would be

W R A T H. of course, cameron has no qualms about going to hell. she almost further sins by being proud of what she can do. but this isn’t the case most of the time, as shame does play a part in her psych. gluttony could come as a close second since consuming comes just as naturally as the urge to destroy. 

chalcedony ::: the saddest my muse has ever been

surprisingly, not when johnny disappeared. of course she was gutted for a while and is continuously distraught, but it doesn’t beat what happened when she was younger. by now, the exact age she was has escaped her. what matters is that she got a pet for her birthday. cameron wasn’t a well-behaved child in grade school but after a few meetings and her mother’s reflection, she realised it was the loneliness. after picking her up from school one day, she diverted their journey home to the pet shop. the new nox was a hamster that just fit within her hands. somehow, cameron got a kick out of responsibility towards this tiny thing. goodness, who knew that cleaning ( only when you just took the hamster out first ) cages with one fiery swoop would be so fun? it was better than scrubbing like her mother did. 

but one day, she forgot to take him out. and as fast as little mr. vincent passed, so did the short period of a cameron that behaved. 

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cameron nox +  good mood better than usual

being frank, being loud, with energy

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Arctic Monkeys - Cornerstone vs. Monet’s Sea at Pourville

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dolomite | serpentine | zebra stone

dolomite ::: a sleep headcanon

sleep isn’t appealing to cameron. she’s not quite sure when this started, but the comfort and rest that sleeping provides for most people isn’t there for her. not sleeping gives her more time to be out and about, and when she does sleep, it seems she can work off only two hours or less. she finds her bed uncomfortable. accidentally sleeping within someone’s arms is rare, no matter how close. why does cameron not appreciate being lulled and decelerating her pulse?  

serpentine ::: how my muse would seduce another

something is up when cameron starts acting subtle. small “micro-actions” to point someone in that direction and gradual closer physical contact are go-to tactics. however like cameron, her intentions are always loud, bold and clear. she knows that giving away right off the bat doesn’t leave a good impression. 

then again, being way more upfront happens just as often. this is usually when cameron sees that there’s no need to go through so much effort and can just get right to it. 

zebra stone ::: what gets my muse excited

clock striking the end of class. barbecues. tall objects crumbling in front of her own eyes because of her. perfect char marks. new fire techniques. the woods late at night. good remixes with nice bass lines. connecting with ( the right ) people.