Camilla flinched, pulling her head away from the laptop as her eyes squinted for a brief moment. What in the name of-
On her keyboard now lay a pack of cigarettes. Yeah, because she so obviously had a dire need for more cancer-filled sticks, hadn't she?
Opening her eyes as the seemingly false danger had passed – Though not really having begun in the first place – The redhead glanced at a passing girl, clothed in all black; The ever so familiar appearance of prententious troubled teen girls.
Hell, she looked even worse than Camilla over here, and that probably said a lot! How much black could someone be wearing anyway? Shadows ain't hiding you from life, dear. And, if you dress like that to give the world the finger, here's a newsflash; It works just fine without all that emo-esque make-up. Camilla was living proof of that!
The older girl didn't regcognize her in the least. Likely, since she gave less than zero fucks about who was who and all that jazz. Then again, she could be a fellow Multichrome – Which wasn't too uncommon since the entire fucking village was filled with 'em.
Oh great! Another annoyance just popped up in her mind. That god awful village they lived in, like they were some poor wounded animal that needed to be contained within the safety of invisible walls. Thanks for the reminder that they were still treated differently.
Aaand- She was distracted from what she was doing in the first place.
“Enjoy it before the monsters get yah.”
Oh yeah, probably thank that girl for her random act of pretentious kindness.
Camilla hastily shrugged her head as the emo girl passed by – Though it easily could've been read as a 'What the fuck do you want?' kind of nod – and muttering a sarcastic 'Thanks.' whilst rolling her eyes, before staring the girl down until she had disappeared behind the first corner outside of the Multichrome Asylum.
“You're lucky that your 'gift' didn't mess up my project.” Camilla growled, exhaling another puff of white smoke from her mouth. Anyway, the girl passing by did remind the redhead of one thing; Breakfast. Probably best to get some before heading off to her university.
Quickly packing her laptop and smoking the last inches from her cigarette, shriveling the remaining butt under her black sneakers, Camilla went back inside, instinctively following her nose to the dining room, slash cafeteria.
Ordering a quick vegetarian meal – Yeah she's a vegetarian, get over it. – that consisted of a a healthy sandwich and a coffee, Camilla seated herself near one of the large windows that looked out on the pool.
On her keyboard now lay a pack of cigarettes. Yeah, because she so obviously had a dire need for more cancer-filled sticks, hadn't she?
Opening her eyes as the seemingly false danger had passed – Though not really having begun in the first place – The redhead glanced at a passing girl, clothed in all black; The ever so familiar appearance of prententious troubled teen girls.
Hell, she looked even worse than Camilla over here, and that probably said a lot! How much black could someone be wearing anyway? Shadows ain't hiding you from life, dear. And, if you dress like that to give the world the finger, here's a newsflash; It works just fine without all that emo-esque make-up. Camilla was living proof of that!
The older girl didn't regcognize her in the least. Likely, since she gave less than zero fucks about who was who and all that jazz. Then again, she could be a fellow Multichrome – Which wasn't too uncommon since the entire fucking village was filled with 'em.
Oh great! Another annoyance just popped up in her mind. That god awful village they lived in, like they were some poor wounded animal that needed to be contained within the safety of invisible walls. Thanks for the reminder that they were still treated differently.
Aaand- She was distracted from what she was doing in the first place.
“Enjoy it before the monsters get yah.”
Oh yeah, probably thank that girl for her random act of pretentious kindness.
Camilla hastily shrugged her head as the emo girl passed by – Though it easily could've been read as a 'What the fuck do you want?' kind of nod – and muttering a sarcastic 'Thanks.' whilst rolling her eyes, before staring the girl down until she had disappeared behind the first corner outside of the Multichrome Asylum.
“You're lucky that your 'gift' didn't mess up my project.” Camilla growled, exhaling another puff of white smoke from her mouth. Anyway, the girl passing by did remind the redhead of one thing; Breakfast. Probably best to get some before heading off to her university.
Quickly packing her laptop and smoking the last inches from her cigarette, shriveling the remaining butt under her black sneakers, Camilla went back inside, instinctively following her nose to the dining room, slash cafeteria.
Ordering a quick vegetarian meal – Yeah she's a vegetarian, get over it. – that consisted of a a healthy sandwich and a coffee, Camilla seated herself near one of the large windows that looked out on the pool.