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               flattery  never  went  far  with  cami  …  not  because  she  didn’t  appreciate  it,  but  she  remained  usually  oblivious  to  anything  complimentary.  the  staring  of  tima  was  barely  noticed  as  she  remained  at  the  task  at  hand,  taking  the  idea  from  an  earlier  run  in  with  shelly  who  had  been  dedicated  to  survival.  thumbnail  is  brought  towards  her  lips,  pearly  whites  biting  down  on  the  hardened  nail  before  she’s  interrupted  and  jumping  from  the  scare  that  comes  from  the  other  making  their  presence  known.   “   thank  you?   ”   tone  is  dry  as  she  finally  settles  back  in  her  seat,  heartbeat  returning  to  normal  as  she  moves  hair  from  her  face  and  looks  down  towards  her  books  and  then  back  towards  tima.   “   i  doubt  anyone  will  care,  unless  you’ve  managed  to  snap  your  fingers  and  everyone  came  back  to  the  land  of  the  living.   ”   or  land  of  the  dead.   “   i’m  not  trying  to  figure  anything  out.  i’m  just  trying  to  make  sure  we’re  educated  on  what  we  can  and  can’t  eat  since  …  we’re  going  to  be  stuck  with  whatever  was  left  behind  with  the  stuff  growing  from  the  ground.   ”

What was there to not like about Camilla Bennett? Apparently enough for Tima to go on the way she does giving their encounters. To Tima, yes Camilla was gorgeous and had a lot going on-- which made the two similar in many ways, but now that they were in this new world. She wouldn't switch up. By the looks of it, Camilla wasn't either.

After her presence scaring Camilla while she leaned over to take a better look at the work Camilla had been doing, Tima takes an announced seat across from her. "Intresting."

Tima lets out an amused snort while her eyes scan the table again before they meet Camilla's eyes for a second, despite the little silence that lingered when Tima looked at her, she needed to not stay on track and not get side-tracked by Camilla's notable beauty.

"I know things are looking bad right now. But you don't need to result to messing these people's books up. Decorum can still be a thing. Plus, I already did this whole figuring out what's going on since I got a weird vibe, so I'm not sure what you think you'd be finding especially if I didn't find anything."

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               any  other  day  she  wouldn’t  be  caught  in  the  diner  —  not  that  she  didn’t  enjoy  the  food,  because   she  did.  but  she  made  it  a  habit  to  not  sit  in  the  booths  that  were  absolutely  soaked  with  spilled  alcohol  that  people  had  snuck  in  to  put  into  their  soda  or  mustard  stains  on  the  backs  …  not  to  mention  the  chewed  gum  that  she  could  imagine  is  littered  beneath  the  table  tops.  however,  this  was  a  whole  other  ordeal  —  they  needed  some  sort  of  protein  that  was  frozen,  and  a  protein  that  could  continue  to  be  frozen  for  a  while  if  the  expiration  dates  were  on  their  sides.  entering  the  diner,  she  pauses  as  she  sees  noah,  eyes  rolling  at  the  visual  of  him  in  the  booth.   “   i’m  not  here  to  take  your  precious  curly  fries,  noah.  did  you  see  any  meat  in  the  back?  that  hasn’t  gone  bad?   ”

where: riverbend diner who: open

he worked at a diner back in his hometown. a spot a little less friendly and with a touch more grime. the vinyl booths cracked, the waitstaff smelling of smoke breaks and grease, the fluorescent sign fading one vowel at a time. it was second nature to drop a basket of curly fries into the fryer, watch them sizzle and then sling them onto a plate. he lit the burners, found an eighties soundtrack on the jukebox and slid into one of the empty booths. he was a third of plate in, contemplating cheese sauce when her heard the door slid open. he leaned in his seat with a crooked smile before saying, "if you've come looking for curly fries you're out of luck. i got dibs."

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               the  chilled  air  was  welcomed  the  moment  she  stepped  outside  and  took  in  a  deep  breath.  the  feeling  of  the  cold  hitting  her  lungs  and  awakening  her  insides  was  something  that  allowed  her  to  feel  grounded  within  that  moment;  stress  regarding  their  situation  and  the  fear  of  what  was  to  come  and  lingering  in  the  shadows  momentarily  silenced  with  the  deep  breath  of  fresh  air.  held  up  in  her  room  for  hours  upon  hours  with  crumbled  pieces  of  paper,  sloppy  writing,  highlighted  sections  of  books  and  organizing  not  only  the  attendance  of  everyone  around  and  where  everyone  was  staying  and  what  they  had  in  order  to  survive  …  no,  she  was  supposed  to  be  relaxing,  taking  a  moment  to  breathe.  feet  move  beneath  her  but  she’s  not  entirely  sure  where  she’s  going,  hugging  her  cardigan  tightly  around  her  petite  frame  as  the  sun  begins  to  set  and  the  warmth  leaving  with  it,  the  darkness  slowly  beginning  to  take  hold  but  the  quietness  of  the  town  teetered  the  edge  of  unsettling  and  calm.  she  doesn’t  entirely  grasp  where  she  managed  to  go  until  grey  is  in  her  eyeline,  looking  towards  him  and  at  the  yo-yo  as  arms  tighten  around  her  body,  head  shaking  from  side  to  side.   “   wasn’t  planning  on  it.   ”   slowly,  cami  closes  the  distance  between  herself  and  the  other,  standing  next  to  him  and  looking  out  at  the  lake  with  a  slight  frown  on  her  features;  a  place  that  used  to  be  of  comfort  only  causing  more  loneliness  to  settle  in  her  gut.

who ? open [ 0 / 3 ]. where ? south side; serenity lake lodge. when ? 8:30 a.m., three days after the group's return to stonehaven.

the  lodge  is  still  picture  perfect  where  it  sits,  perched  on  the  edge  of  serenity  lake,  the  weathered  wood  almost  glowing  in  the  morning  light.  he's  dragged  himself  out  here  early—well,  early  by  his  standards.  despite  how  exhausted  his  body  is,  his  mind  won't  let  him  sleep,  and  so  grey  leans  against  the  edge  of  the  dock,  one  sneaker  skimming  the  still,  glassy  water.  the  structure  groans  at  the  movement,  but  the  lake  doesn't  ripple,  doesn't  move—not  even  when  he  trails  his  worn  out  converse  along  the  surface.  it's  eerie,  that  unnatural  calm,  and  he'd  be  half-convinced  to  take  a  dive  if  he  wasn't  worried  the  water  would  pull  him  under. he  flips  the  yo-yo  in  his  hand,  the  string  slicing  through  the  air  with  sharp,  satisfying  snaps  that  help  fight  the  restlessness.  it's  the  only  sound  for  a  while,  blending  with  the  rustle  of  trees,  until  the  dock  suddenly  creaks  behind  him.  the  noise  pulls  grey  upright,  yo-yo  halting  mid-spin  as  his  fingers  tighten  around  it,  bringing  it  home.  his  heart  skips—not  with  fear  exactly,  but  with  the  sharp  prickle  of  anxiety  that’s  become  second  nature  these  past  few  days.  he  doesn't  turn,  not  yet.  "if  you're  thinking  about  a  swim,  i  wouldn't  recommend  it."

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               gaze  looks  up  at  him  while  lips  remain  sealed,  waiting  for  him  to  make  a  point  as  to  why  he  was  interrupting  her  research.  the  question  makes  her  nose  crinkles  in  annoyance,  tearing  her  gaze  away  from  adonis  and  looking  back  to  her  books,  pen  flicked  between  two  fingers  and  making  a  soft  tapping  noise  against  the  edge  of  the  page  she  was  currently  on  —  researching  ways  to  survive  off  the  land;  a  situation  she  was  praying  they’d  never  have  to  rely  on.  holding  out  the  hope  that  they  were  going  to  be  saved  way  before  that  happened.   “   someone  has  to  be  prepared  for  the  worst,  and  not  partying  or  —   ”   a  beat  of  pause  while  eyes  look  towards  his  own  pile  of  books,  raising  her  brow  and  attempting  to  hold  back  the  laugh  that’s  attempting  to  bubble  up  in  her  throat.   “   —  or  hosting  a  read  along.   ”

he was getting back from his morning run, deciding to make a stop at the library nearby to pick up old books for the fireplace at the house. there was a book he read in high school about that . . . but the intentions were far from the plot. the books were for children, where the pages were covered with pictures and three words in one page. after compiling a good collection in his hands, his eyes caught the attention of a familiar figure sitting behind one of the desks. now with piqued interest, he walks closer to her until he's towering behind, curiously peeking until — a reaction. ❛❛ my bad, thought you heard me back there, ❜❜ adonis laughs sheepishly before glancing at his pile. damn, she probably thought he was a dumbass who enjoyed reading kids books for fun. ❛❛ what're you up to, anyway? don't tell me you gave yourself homework, c. ❜❜

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               “   i  didn’t  hear  you,  sorry,   ”   dedicated  to  a  distraction  tended  to  make  that  happen.  lower  lip  is  bitten  between  pearly  whites  as  hues  move  back  towards  her  books,  a  mass  pile  of  uselessness  if  you  asked  her.  greatest  phenomenons,  witchcraft,  even  going  far  enough  to  researching  aliens  for  any  sense  of  an  idea  of  what  was  happening  to  them  —  she  couldn’t  bring  herself  to  look  into  the  afterlife  section  that  lingered  around  the  corner  of  where  she  was  sitting.   “   not  really,  i’m  mostly  reading  a  wiccan’s  dream,   ”   not  insulting,  more-so  an  attempt  at  a  joke  but  falling  short  with  the  laughter  to  follow  as  shoulders  sag  slightly,  looking  towards  shelly  with  a  slight  nod.   “   what  research  you  grab?   ”   probably  something  more  educational  and  useful  than  what  cami  had,  but  she  wasn’t  thinking  of  survival  right  now  —  she  was  focused  on  getting  home  and  only  getting  home.

"sorry, i called your name." camilla had looked pulled into the book she was pouring over, and shelly had hoped by verbally announcing her presence she wouldn't scare the other girl. clearly... it didn't work. "um... have you found anything interesting?" to be honest, she wasn't sure where to begin when researching this random phenomenon. she had never heard of cases of entire town's going missing. sure, there was the lost colony of roanoke... but didn't they literally debunk it and say everyone just up and moved?

while part of her hoped that was the case here, she knew it wasn't true. her grandma's favorite blanket was still in it's normal place on their couch.

realizing camilla had asked her something, shelly lifted up a few books of her own and sat down. resource guides, books that identified different types of edible and poisonous plants, ones about hunting... "i figured i'd do some research of my own." god forbid she brought back poison ivy for everyone to eat.

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               finding  anywhere  that  wasn’t  populated  with  loud  individuals  attempting  to  nag  her  for  questions  seemed  next  to  impossible.  moving  through  town  and  trying  to  find  a  spot  to  just  be  …  to  take  in  the  situation  at  hand  and  have  her  own  moment  of  panic;  alone,  obviously,  she’d  never  allow  someone  to  know  that  she  didn’t  have  answers  or  that  she  wasn’t  confident  in  the  answers  that  were  brewing  in  the  brain  of  hers.  fingers  are  filled  with  smudged  ink,  having  stayed  up  late  nights  attempting  to  research  anything  she  could  in  town  hall  notes  or  even  look  around  the  outskirts  in  the  early  mornings  but  struggling  to  fully  grasp  that  situation  at  hand  —  how  could  a  whole  town  disappear?  or  …  if  she  allowed  the  morbidity  to  kick  in  —  how  could  they  all  just  disappear?  hair  is  limp  around  her  face,  dark  circles  making  themselves  home  beneath  lids  as  she  hides  in  one  of  the  booths;  camilla  bennett  wouldn’t  be  caught  dead  in  a  bar,  crisis  or  not  …  which  made  it  the  ultimate  hiding  place  for  the  moment.  it  wasn’t  until  footsteps  echo  behind  her  and  a  slosh  of  a  bottle  catches  her  attention.  legs  stretch  out,  no  longer  held  close  to  her  chest  and  body  begins  a  slight  crawl  in  the  booth  to  peek  around  the  corner  of  it,  attempting  to  capture  the  culprit  in  action  and  determine  if  hiding  was  absolutely  necessary.  seeing  tristyn,  eyes  roll  within  their  sockets  before  shoulders  relax  slightly  and  she  swings  her  legs  around  to  sit  on  the  very  edge  of  the  booth,  looking  towards  him  while  moving  hair  from  her  face  in  a  swift  motion.   “   i’ll  keep  my  mouth  shut  if  you  don’t  begin  nagging  me  for  answers  and  telling  people  where  i  am.   ”

location  ﹕ neon  cactus  saloon status  ﹕ open  to  anyone.

                              *                         he  can  easily  recall  fragments  of  his  recent  memories  in  the  bar,  the  once  bustling  vessel  reduced  to  less  than  a  fraction  of  what  it  previously  was  ﹕there  is  no  more  chatter  and  live  music  to  be  heard,  only  the  constant  droning  of  an  electrical  buzz  insisting  to  be  heard  in  the  foreground.  he  is  alone.  no  longer  graced  with  the  warm  presence  of  a  smiling  face  behind  the  bar,  a  chatty  regular  who  relentlessly  babbles  about  a  story  from  their  youth,  none  of  the  familiarity  he's  become  accustomed  to  in  the  past  year  to  be  found.  only  ounces  of  alcohol  left  abandoned  without  a  second  thought.  as  beautiful  as  it  may  be,  the  warm  rustic  design  he's  grown  to  love  offers  nothing  to  the  atmosphere  when  he's  faced  with  the  existential  dread  of  loneliness.  bars  are  supposed  to  be  SOCIAL  places!  and  that's  made  evident  by  the  half-finished  glasses  of  cocktails  left  scattered  across  the  bar  top,  the  ghostly  reminder  of  the  previous  guests,  guests  who  have  strangely  disappeared  ━  leaving  tristyn  to  soak  in  their  absence.  but  it's  not  so  bad.  there's  something  that  makes  up  for  the  freakishness  of  it  all.  free  booze.  he  realizes  that  as  he  tentatively  snakes  his  hand  around  the  neck  of  a  nearly  full  jack  daniel's  bottle,  left  discarded  and  barren  on  the  shelf  behind  the  bar.  he  instinctively  wets  his  bottom  lip  as  if  he  holds  the  world's  most  prized  possession  beneath  his  fingertips.  not  like  stealing  from  his  favorite  bar  is  the  GREATEST  idea,  but  who's  really  around  to  stop  him?  no  one,  is  what  he'd  believe,  if  not  for  the  faint  rustle  to  be  heard  from  the  other  side  of  the  bar.  he  was  so  close.  if  he  had  any  ounce  of  shame  if  things  were  normal,  this  all  would  be  embarrassing  …  at  the  first  sight  of  apocalypse,  he's  off  to  steal  liquor.  typical?  his  head  whips  around,  attention  turning  from  the  shelf onto  whoever  seemed  to  have  caught  him  in  the  act. ❛  whatever  you  THINK  is  happening  …  probably  is.  ❜

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               it’s  a  complicated  relationship  between  the  two,  and  cami  fully  at  fault  —  not  that  she’d  admit  that.  pushing  people  away  remained  one  of  her  best  specialties,  refusing  to  be  seen  as  weak  to  anyone  that  was  around  her,  building  up  walls  as  high  as  they  could  go  the  moment  that  she  felt  the  weight  on  her  chest.  asking  for  help  was  a  foreign  concept  to  the  brainiac  —  she  was  the  smartest  in  the  room  at  all  times,  why  would  she  need  assistance  with  anything?   “   this  actually  isn’t  my  fault,  so  take  a  breath,  mari.   ”   nickname  slides  from  her  lips  easily,  mentally  hating  how  easy  it  was  for  her  to  fall  in  the  same  routines;  mariana  was  the  name  she  should’ve  been  calling  her  …  they  weren’t  friends  anymore.   “   i’m  not  here  to  take  anything,  jesus  christ.  i’m  literally  here  to  count  and  take  inventory  for  the  books,  but  nice  to  know  you  think  i’m  a  selfish  bitch.   ”

mariana  exhaled  sharply,  her  hand  instinctively  tightening  around  the  can  she  was  holding  before  setting  it  down  with  deliberate  slowness.  her  eyes  narrowed  as  they  met  camilla's,  the  familiar  roll  of  her  eyes  sparking  a  flicker  of  irritation.  of  course,  cami  had  something  to  say.  she  always  had  something  to  say.  "right,  not  your  fault  ..  it's  never  you're  fault."   mariana  mumbled  to  herself,  setting  the  can  down  with  a  little  more  force  than  necessary.  her  arms  crossed  instinctively,  "i  was  here  first,"  it  had  been  months  since  the  'fight'—months  of  silence  and  pretending  the  other  one  didn't  exist.  mariana  knew  she  shouldn’t  care  anymore,  but  she  did,  and  that  only  made  it  worse.  "so  the  polite  thing  would  be  for  you  to  wait  your  turn."

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Cruel Intentions (2024). Alpha.

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starter     :     open   [  3  /  6  ] location     :     stonehaven  public  library

               camilla  is  used  to  having  answers  ...  not  question,  solutions.  the  longer  she  finds  herself  stuck  in  this  place,  the  harder  she's  finding  it  to  remain  composed  and  calm.  books  are  scattered  across  the  desk  in  the  library,  half  opened  to  random  pages,  others  with  her  writing  in  the  margins  (  who  was  going  to  stop  her  from  writing  in  the  books?  it's  not  like  they  had  anyone  to  provide  proper  discipline  );  answers  lingered  in  the  background,  while  more  questions  simply  arised.  she  doesn't  hear  the  other  coming,  nor  does  she  hear  them  trying  to  capture  her  attention,  solely  focused  on  the  task  at  hand  and  blocking  out  any  noise  from  the  outside.  it's  not  until  someone  leans  next  to  her  that  her  body  jumps,  “  ⸻  jesus  ...  christ.  don't  sneak  up  on  me  like  that,  ”  a  beat.  “ what  do  you  want  ? ”

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               attempting  to  find  anything  that  could  be  categorized  as  helpful  was  all  camilla  wanted;  needed,  actually,  to  ease  the  anxiety  that  was  settling  into  her  gut  as  the  time  ticked  on.  used  to  knowing  all  the  answer,  able  to  look  at  someone  and  guess  what  they  were  able  to  ask  and  then  answer  before  the  question  was  even  done  —  now  she  felt  hopeless,  absolutely  useless  in  a  dire  situation.  moving  through  the  aisles,  she’s  quiet  in  her  movements,  always  capable  of  finding  the  perfect  stance  to  avoid  making  much  noise  —  it  was  necessary  when  growing  up  in  a  household  where  she’d  be  cornered  and  questioned  about  any  little  thing  but  wanting  to  avoid  it.  mari’s  voice  causes  her  own  body  to  jump,  turning  to  face  her  with  a  roll  of  her  eyes.   “   oh,  calm  down,  mari.  i’m  not  here  to  sneak  up  on  you,  i’m  trying  to  just  take  inventory  for  my  own  organization.  it’s  not  my  fault  that  my  shoes  are  silent  and  yours  aren’t.   ”

who  : mariana  +  anyone.  where  : cypress  general  store status  :  [  open  ]

the  shelves  of  cypress  general  store  were  a  skeleton  of  what  they  once  were  …  half  empty  rows  of  canned  goods,  and  a  few  dusty  flashlights  no  one  had  thought  to  grab  yet.  "beans,  beans,  beans,"  mari  muttered  under  her  breath,  holding  up  a  can  of  pork  stew  with  a  grimace.  "this  is  it?  seriously?"  she  groaned,  louder  than  anticipated.  "i'm  supposed  to  survive  on  this?"  the  crate  rattled  as  she  dug  deeper,  her  frustration  bubbling  over.  she  didn’t  even  know  why  she  cared  so  much,  eating  pescatarian  felt  like  a  silly  hill  to  die  on  in,  well,  wherever  the  hell  she  was.  but  then  again  the  thought  of  canned  meat  turned  her  stomach.  as  she  reached  for  another  dented  tin,  a  faint  creak  from  the  floorboards  made  her  freeze.  slowly,  she  looked  up,  her  pulse  skipping  when  she  spotted  a  shadow  looming  over  her.  "god— are  you  crazy?  ring  a  bell  or  something,  don't  just  sneak  up  on  people."

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(  savannah  lee  smith.  ciswoman.  she  +  her.  )  did  you  hear  ?  camilla  bennett  is  stuck  in  stonehaven  for  the  for  the  foreseeable  future  …  they've  lived  here  for  twenty  years  and  are  known  around  town  as  the  brainiac,  though  back  in  high  school  they  were  better  known  for  being  voted  most  likely  to  become  president.  if  i'm  not  mistaken,  they’re  a  twenty  two  year  old  junior  studying  law  (  i  really  hope  that  translates  well  into  their  role  as  an  archivist  in  the  ‘new  world'  ).  according  to  my  records  they  were  originally  on  the  trip  because  it  would  look  good  on  their  transcript  —  which  checks  out,  given  they’re  intelligent,  adaptable  and  conceited.  if  you’re  ever  trying  to  find  them,  your  best  bet  is  to  start  at  bell’s  bookstore  and  listen  for  someone  humming  vienna  by  billy  joel.  oh,  and  don’t  forget  to  try  calling  out  cami  or  picturing  plaid  skirts  matched  with  knee  high  socks  and  a  tight  ponytail;  the  scent  of  a  freshly  opened  book;  facial  expressions  providing  enough  evidence  of  internal  monologue  with  a  silent  tongue;  the  excessive  push  to  do  better  despite  being  the  best  you  can  be.  let's  hope  the  chaos  doesn't  get  to  them.

✗     𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖲𝖳𝖨𝖢𝖲

full  name  :  camilla  penelope  bennett.  age  :  twenty  two.  birthday  :  september  18th,  2002.  astrology  :  virgo  sun,  taurus  moon  +  aries  rising.  gender  +  pronouns  :  ciswoman  /  she  +  her.  sexual  orientation  :  bisexual  +  biromantic.  spoken  languages  :  english  +  french.  height  :  5'7.  tattoos  +  piercings  :  'stay  gold'  along  the  outside  of  her  left  arm,  sunflower  on  her  right  ankle  +  cartilage  (bar),  daith  and  belly  button.  allergies  :  lactose  intolerant  +  peanuts.  addictions  :  n/a.  drug  /  alcohol  use  :  both  socially  but  rarely  uses  drugs.  family  tree  :  jonathan  bennett  (father),  violet  bennett  (mother).  character  inspo  :  spencer  hastings  (pretty  little  liars),  rory  gilmore  (gilmore  girls),  monica  geller  (friends).

���     𝖡𝖨𝖮𝖦𝖱𝖠𝖯𝖧𝖸

a  patient  child,  a  child  that  her  parents  never  thought  would  enter  the  world,  but  that  never  stunted  any  sense  of  love  they  had  for  their  daughter.  that  was  their  pride  and  joy,  someone  that  they  held  close  to  their  heart.  father  holding  her  up  to  show  everyone  in  his  agency  while  mother  would  pride  herself  with  photos  are  her  office.  camilla  bennett  knew  nothing  but  the  spotlight,  from  the  moment  she  was  wrapped  tightly  in  a  bundle  and  put  into  the  arms  of  her  mother.  

it  didn't  help  that  growing  up  meant  everything  was  a  competition.  if  cami  was  tired,  her  father  was  more  tired  from  running  an  agency  with  himself  and  only  himself.  if  she  had  a  headache,  her  mothers  body  ached  since  giving  birth.  once  old  enough  to  push  back  to  their  ideals,  she  was  no  longer  the  daughter  of  their  dreams;  they  saw  her  as  someone  they  needed  to  compete  with.  bringing  home  the  best  grades  in  the  class  wasn't  enough  because  she  could've  studied  harder  and  gotten  extra  points  if  she  dedicated  herself  enough.

she  tried  to  be  the  best  daughter,  bringing  him  the  best  grades,  having  outstanding  recommendations  and  even  joining  every  extracurricular  that  they  wanted  her  to  join.  she  was  burning  herself  out  at  the  age  of  fifteen,  struggling  to  stay  awake  during  the  days  and  drinking  coffee  late  into  the  evening  so  she  could  get  extra  hours  of  sleep  in  the  evenings.  but  it  never  seemed  like  it  was  enough,  her  father  saying  her  last  goal  could've  been  smoother  and  her  mother  critiquing  every  landing  she  would  make  during  gymnastics  or  ballet.

anxiety  became  her  best  friend;  biting  down  on  nails,  pulling  at  the  skin  that  was  chapped  on  her  lips,  pulling  at  her  cuticles  and  having  to  suck  the  blood  afterwards.  busying  herself  with  multiple  things  was  the  only  thing  that  could  support  the  internal  storm  brewing  …  that  was  until  she  hit  a  full  burnout.  having  fainted  in  the  hallway  at  school  due  to  dehydration  and  stress,  causing  her  parents  to  finally  get  forced  into  their  roles  of  parental  figures  …  and  mandatory  family  therapy  for  camilla  to  open  up  about  the  stress.

despite  having  to  take  many  steps  back  (no  more  ballet,  no  more  debate  and  drama,  no  more  working  overtime  and  studying  in  the  backroom),  she  didn’t  hesitate  to  submit  her  application  for  college  the  moment  she  was  able  to  with  her  transcript.  and  it  also  didn’t  stop  her  from  applying  to  one  of  the  most  competitive  programs  :  pre-law,  with  the  hopes  to  continue  into  their  law  program  and  follow  in  her  fathers  footsteps.

pre-law  had  been  something  that  she  fully  enjoyed,  even  though  there  was  so  much  to  do.  with  her  parents  constantly  checking  in,  there  was  obvious  worry  that  she  would  overwork  herself  once  again;  being  on  the  student  union,  debate  club  and  working  as  a  tutor  as  well  as  in  the  schools  bookstore  halftime  —  but  the  difference  between  then  and  now  …  cami  felt  in  her  element  and  did  not  find  herself  overstressing  over  the  small  things.

signing  up  for  the  trip  wasn’t  something  that  was  shocking  for  someone  like  cami;  although  the  panic  began  to  set  in  the  moment  realization  set  in  that  they  were  on  their  own.  cuticles  once  again  beginning  to  become  sore  from  picking,  anxiety  rising  as  each  second  passes  and  overworking  herself  seem  like  the  only  way  to  actually  handle  the  situation.

✗     𝖢𝖮𝖭𝖭𝖤𝖢𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭𝖲

confidant  /  person  [  0/1  ]  :  heavily  based  off  meredith/alex  or  cristina/meredith  where  these  two  are  closer  than  best  friends.  platonic  soulmates  that  know  that  there  is  never  going  to  be  judging  of  the  other.  these  two  are  each  others  rock  and  they  listen  and  don’t  judge.

the  one  that  got  away  [  0/1  ]  :  based  off  normal  people.  these  two  have  always  had  feelings  for  one  another  but  their  timing  is  constantly  off.  if  one  isn’t  in  a  relationship,  there’s  a  situation  stunting  them  from  actually  being  together;  right  timing  is  never  there  for  an  official  title,  but  that  doesn’t  stop  them  from  grasping  onto  each  other  when  there’s  a  moment  they  can  both  fall  into  the  sheets  and  act  like  things  are  fine

sibling  -  like  friendships  [  1/?  ]  :  cami’s  an  only  child,  this  person  would  definitely  be  someone  that  takes  cami  under  their  wing.  they’re  protective  of  each  other  but  they  also  know  when  to  keep  things  secret  to  one  another  for  their  own  sanity.

competitors  [  0/2  ]  :  think  rory  and  paris.  they  are  unlikely  friends,  and  most  days,  they  aren’t  friends  but  they  push  each  other  in  the  best  ways;  a  friendly  competition  that  pushes  them  to  be  the  best  they  can  be.

ex  friends  [  1/1  ]  :  serena  and  blair  coded  …  cami  is  a  very  flaky  person  once  her  anxiety  kicks  in  and  this  person  was  someone  that  she  loved  dearly,  however  that  didn’t  stop  her  from  pushing  them  away.  details  can  be  plots   /   mari  flores  !

other  plots  i’d  like  :  exes  on  good  terms,  exes  on  bad  terms,  friends  /  enemies  with  benefits,  friends,  people  that  she  tutors,  roommate,  first  love,  unrequited  crush  (on  either  side),  enemies  !  

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ANNIE GROVER

Cruel Intentions - 1.04 Delta

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𝗕𝗘𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗧𝗧  ﹐  𝘊𝘈𝘔𝘐𝘓𝘓𝘈     ⸻⸻⸻     resemblance 𝗕𝗘𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗧𝗧  ﹐  𝘊𝘈𝘔𝘐𝘓𝘓𝘈     ⸻⸻⸻     prose 𝗕𝗘𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗧𝗧  ﹐  𝘊𝘈𝘔𝘐𝘓𝘓𝘈     ⸻⸻⸻     starter 𝗕𝗘𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗧𝗧  ﹐  𝘊𝘈𝘔𝘐𝘓𝘓𝘈     ⸻⸻⸻     event 𝗕𝗘𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗧𝗧  ﹐  𝘊𝘈𝘔𝘐𝘓𝘓𝘈     ⸻⸻⸻     task 𝗕𝗘𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗧𝗧  ﹐  𝘊𝘈𝘔𝘐𝘓𝘓𝘈     ⸻⸻⸻     answered 𝗕𝗘𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗧𝗧  ﹐  𝘊𝘈𝘔𝘐𝘓𝘓𝘈     ⸻⸻⸻     inspiration 𝗕𝗘𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗧𝗧  ﹐  𝘊𝘈𝘔𝘐𝘓𝘓𝘈     ⸻⸻⸻     introspection