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Cameron A. Kennedy

Just your average indie, hipster, artsy, nerdy, *cough* slutty New York gal

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a character in “Pontius”, as played by Luv-is-a-Bug

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Cameron is a long, lanky girl- 5'9" and about 115 lbs. She lacks the soft, feminine figure of most girls, instead sporting the boyish, leanly muscled frame of a distance runner, or maybe just someone who actually tried in gym class. As a child she was awkward, almost gangly, but she's since grown into her long limbs and willowy body.
Cameron's eyes are a stormy gray, an indiscriminate color that changes with the light. Her skin is naturally pale, made paler by her tendency to spend long hours in photo dark rooms, in front of a computer, in theatres, and in other inside places where hipster nerds are typically found. She has freckles all over, the largest concentration being on the bridge of her nose, but she's never much minded the spattering of speckles, even though they were the subject of some nasty teasing in grade school. Her thin lips frequently curl into a sarcastic smile, and are often chapped do to her habit of licking them when she gets nervous or excited. Her typical makeup regimen is whatever the hell she feels like, which usually means black eyeliner and the occasional swipe of red lipstick.
Unable to resist messing with her long brown locks, Cameron has been steadily working her way through every color of the rainbow since the start of 7th grade. Currently she's sporting an ombre 'do, the crown of her head a deep chocolate brown gradually fading to golden blonde. Due to her numerous dye jobs, her mane isn't in the best condition. It's a little scraggly, the damage playing up the naturally wavy texture, but despite infrequent brushing she's been able to keep it in a reasonably presentable state- that is, not looking like a rats' nest. She wears it in all different styles and has a particular fondness for stuffing it with vintage accessories (oversized hair bows, bandanas, flow-y scarves, berets, etc.)
Cameron wears anything and everything, but she particularly likes things she can take a pair of scissors to. She doesn't own one pair of jeans that don't have holes in the knees, and most of her t-shirts have been snipped and tied to the point where they no longer resemble real garments. Depending on your point of view, Cameron either looks like an artsy, vintage-obsessed soul or a crazy homeless person. Her personal taste includes, but is not limited to: Polka dots, fringe, beads, neon florals, anything Boho, flared jeans, feathers, leather, and loud, obnoxious prints. Basically, Cameron will wear what she wants, when she wants, and she really doesn't care what you have to say about it.

Personality

Name: Cameron Alexis Kennedy
Nickname: Cam. Just Cam.
Age: Directly between 18 and 19. You know, that awkward "half" age.
Gender: Don't let the asexual name fool you, Cameron actually has a gender. Peruse the pronouns in the rest of the skelly and you should be able to figure it out.

Cameron is, hm, how to put it? Different? Or maybe just someone who wants you to think she's different- special, in some way. She's gone through just about every high school clique in existence in search of herself, and this year's personality is an artsy hipster geek with a rebellious streak.
She has mastered the art of the personable personality and uses it as she pleases, pretending to be an open, amicable soul by becoming the bubbly, albeit trashy, life of the party. By putting on a show, she removes the risk of actually getting to know people. Her quirky hipster style, loud, crass sense of humor, and sexual promiscuity are a way to ensure she knows lots of people, but never on a truly personal level. If you probe her past, she'll turn on you in heartbeat, shutting you out before you can get a word in edgewise.
As much as Cameron enjoys losing herself in the chaos of a wild party, at the end of the night she goes home alone, safe behind her undisturbed personal boundaries. If things get too hot, she retreats from the action, often to some dark corner of the house where she can smoke a cigarette in peace. An introvert at heart, she pursues a number of independent activities, among them photography, writing, and smoking her way through packs of Marlboro Lights.
She's opinionated, almost obnoxiously so, and she likes attention, as long as it's her kind of attention (no personal questions, please). She can be a little reckless, especially after she's been drinking, and often acts as though she has something to prove, though whether it's to herself or to others is open to interpretation.

Equipment

- A Polaroid camera, which she's taken to carrying around with her
- A pack of Malboro Lights, kept in the pocket of her jeans

History

Cameron is the product of a drugged-out hippie mother and a Wallstreet father. If we're being perfectly honest, the pairing never should've happened. She grew up in a tiny New York apartment, helping her mother pay the bills with tie-dye t-shirts and home-made scrunchies. Cameron never volunteered her help, of course. Anything she did for her mother was done out of guilt, usually imposed by her father, who was too busy with his job and cast of rotating mistresses to do more than send a check home each month.

With her mother barely making rent, Cameron ruled out running away from home and settled for causing as much trouble at home as humanly possible. Her most reckless years occurred in seventh and eigth grade, after which she underwent an identity crisis and went through just about every high school clique before settling on the role of "Indie hipster art geek".

Now slightly more subdued than in her preteen years, Cameron has stopped getting into trouble. Well, for the most part. She doesn't get into the kind of trouble that would result in, say, a trip to the police station, but our little hipster has become a bit...promiscuous. On top of that, she still carries the bitterness from her early child hood, and as a result has remained an outsider in college.

So begins...

Cameron A. Kennedy's Story

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Cameron had heavily debated going out tonight. There was a "16 and Pregnant" marathon on MTV, and god knows Cameron loved her trashy reality T.V. (Something about watching the miserable lives of fame whores made her feel better about her own wreck of a life.) But this was the party of the summer, and it could not be missed; it practically demanded her attendance. And so she had stood in front of the mirror and fretted with her blonde/brown locks, finally settling on tying them up with a black bandana, and then rifled through her closet, selecting a pair of acid-washed jeans (holes in the knees, of course), some lacy black thing that vaguely resembled a top, and a pair of black converse for comfort. She added a black leather jacket (to "class up" the outfit), and an assortment of dangly, glittery things for pizzazz. With her pack of Marlboro Lights tucked into her jacket pocket, she was ready to hit the college scene.

Of course, she'd had a few preemptive sips of vodka to loosen her up, as our party girl was not nearly so reckless or entertaining without a little alcohol in her system. By the time she slid behind the wheel of her truck (a baby blue junker she'd snagged for $500), she was feeling good. The Pontius Mansion was a fifteen minute drive from her house, and she arrived just after 10 with alcohol-induced warmth pulsing in her veins. She was still nervous, a little jittery, and she took a drag on a cigarette to calm her nerves before crushing the butt under her heel and strutting inside.

The pumping music immediately enveloped her, wrapping her in its pounding embrace, and she sought out the nearest source of alcohol, snaking her way through the crowd with practiced ease. She smiled at a couple people she knew, gave a couple high fives. Yes, things were going swell. In half an hour she'd be completely smashed, ready to live it up once more. Already she was loosening up, and the rush of endorphins that followed her first swig of beer had her feeling sky high. Cameron was in her element now. She was lost in the chaos of the crowd, and it was wonderful.

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Korey felt a thump on his back, hearing in his ear only a second later, "See you later, bud! I'm heading out." He turned his head only slightly to see Zephaniah's wink as he nod-motioned towards some slutty girl that was practically giving everyone in sight a lap dance. Korey really didn't mind a little bit of the promiscuity and such, but that was a little overboard. It was obvious the girl was completely oblivious to what was going on--people had started showing up at nine, and now it was shortly after ten; it seemed that several people had downed enough alcohol to be completely smashed already. He chuckled to himself, rolling his eyes and taking a beer from the nearest stranger. He muttered a thanks, but doubted the other guy could hear him. He couldn't even hear the pop as it opened, for crying out loud. The music was faintly rattling the glass in the windows, although he didn't think for more than a second about it. A man started yelling behind him, jumping up and down as he ran forward into the crowd, sloshing his drink everywhere. A wet mark appeared on the side of Korey's shirt, and for a second he was irritated. He got over it just then, albeit, and just smirked. "Drunks," he remarked in his head, letting out a whoop as his friends darted past. He quickly joined them in the chaotic mass of people, not even bothering to wonder who and what he was touching as he did. There would be no thinking tonight, he told himself. Just let it all go.

And that's when he tripped over some girl that was practically on the floor, she was dancing so low. "Got a nice enough view?" Korey scoffed inwardly, reaching out one hand to steady himself. Surprisingly enough, what he'd thought would be a wall was really a girl. An attractive girl, at that. She was flaunting her body a little too much, but who was he to judge? No thinking. The black bandana in her hair was what caught his eye--it was unique, seeing as most of the other girls here had just left theirs loose. He raised his eyebrows, tipping his head to the side in a friendly manner. His body still swayed with the crowd, and he yelled, "Sorry about that! This bitch--" He motioned to the side, but then realized that the girl was gone and chuckled. Turning his face back to her, he replaced the bright smile on his face with his signature smirk.

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Cameron had abandoned her beer and comfortable place along the wall to join in a large group of dancing teens who had gathered in the center of the room. Well, dancing wasn't the really the right word; it was more along the lines of "who can find the most creative way to shake their ass?" Cam did OK in this type of dancing, but she was no match for the slutty, desperate girls gyrating their way to the floor and sucking face with other hammered individuals of either gender. I mean, she wasn't about to judge, she'd been that trashy girl before (after 5 or 6 beers, anyone could play the part of the slutty hoe), but it did bother her that she was tripping all over the forms of the completely smashed. She just wanted to dance, dammit.

And then there was hand on her shoulder, a distinct touch that was different from the ass grabs and jostling. It was firm and solid, and as she turned to face the source of contact she was met with the striking face of a tall and, okay, let's be honest, very handsome gentleman sporting a grey v-neck and dark-wash jeans that made her feel...dirty, for some reason. What on earth had possessed her to wear this ridiculous top and these too tight jeans? Well, she looked damn good in the jeans, but that wasn't the point. The point was that she was suddenly surprised and ashamed in a way the brash party girl usually wasn't, and it bothered her. The feeling lasted only a moment, though, and then she gave her little half-grin and straightened out her jacket. "It's fine; no harm done," she said, widening her smile as if to prove her point. "I'm Cameron," she offered, brushing a stray strand of two-toned hair back behind her ear. She didn't have to introduce herself. She could've slipped away, lost herself in the safety of numbers, but she stayed, teetering between the crazy party-goers and this oddly attractive boy, awaiting his reply.

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The girl's introduction surprised him, and Korey found his smirk turning into a genuine, welcoming smile. Cameron, she said her name was. He gave himself a moment to give her a once-over, examining her more closely. Her outfit was a little skimpy, but she wasn't working the "I'm completely desperate, these shorts are like underwear, let's find a bedroom" type of look. It was more of the appearance that she knew she was attractive and she was at a party, so why not? For a split second, he scoured her body--it wasn't all that hard, seeing as her top was barely there and her jeans were like a second layer of skin. He then returned his eyes to hers, tilting his head gently to the side. Precisely at the moment he opened his mouth, a man rammed into him from behind and knocked him straight into her. He let out a grunt, grasping her shoulders so he wouldn't accidentally punch her or anything. Then, with a small and slightly apologetic smirk, he leaned back and removed his hands, declaring, "Cameron... I've always liked that name."

And that much was true. He had a slight interest in a girl named Cameron back in high school. He and she had had a thing, like he'd had with a hundred other girls, and they drifted apart as school moved on. It wasn't all that big a deal to him, but maybe to her it was. He didn't know. Snapping back out of his little reverie, he proclaimed over the music, "I'm Korey." Naturally, one of his nearby friends overheard him and starting chanting "P.K.! P.K.! P.K.!" A few of his posse joined in, and Korey thought he saw Zephaniah throw him a wink in Cameron's direction. He rolled his eyes back at him, and then directed his attention back. "My friends call me P.K., though. It's a long story." He chuckled at the thought, adding with a slight frown, "They're obnoxious..."

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She watched his smile spread across his face, making tiny crinkles at the edges of his blue-ish eyes. They were very interesting eyes, really, and they were currently roving her body, checking her out in the casual, practiced way of someone who had done this many times before. Not his first rodeo, that was for certain. Good, she liked a guy with experience. And so she let herself check him out, too- all the way from his stylish sneakers to his black/brown hair. He looked at her again, making eye contact in a way that felt solid and meaningful, unlike the fleeting, passing glances most guys sent her way, and she looked back, feeling oddly still amongst all the moving bodies. And then, as if the universe were telling her that stillness was not prohibited on this whirlwind night, someone knocked into Korey and sent him careening towards her, though he managed to catch himself by way of grabbing hold of her shoulders. He quickly withdrew, returning his hands to his sides, and followed up his smirk with a very direct declaration. She liked it. She liked that he liked her name, but more than that he liked that he had told her so. Guys didn't tell you enough things; that was the problem.

She was about to ask his name, but he beat her to the punch and introduced himself as Korey. Immediately thereafter there came a chorus of "P.K."s, and an entourage materialized from nowhere, one of Korey's cheekier friends giving her a wink. So he had a nickname, and the origin of said nickname was "a long story". It occurred to Cameron that she might like to pull this boy away from the loud music and sweaty bodies and hear this long story, but it suddenly seemed too forward and all wrong. In a startling turn of events, Cameron was finding herself to be...shy. "They're drunk," she said, laughing it off. "We all are. Well, I'm not. Not yet, anyway." Why the hell had she said that? Flustered. Why was she so flustered? "Nice to meet you, Korey."

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Korey watched her as she laughed, declaring "They're drunk." Her stumbling statements after that reduced him to small chuckles, and he kept up his grin. She was entertaining--a little strange, kind of shy, but nice... and pretty. Being good 'ole P.K., however, he didn't develop any feelings towards her at all. She was simply someone interesting, right now. There were often times, in high school, that he'd date a girl and not even feel anything at all for her. It took a lot for him to take interest, really. He motioned to the beer he'd miraculously managed to keep in his left hand (he was left-handed). "I've been here for maybe... five minutes? I opened this and haven't even had a chance to take a drink." His chesty laugh was almost completely covered by the loud, thumping music. How do they all keep dancing? Don't they get tired? Or are they really that drunk? he wondered to himself, allowing his eyes to wander and scan the crowd as he finally took that first sip he'd been longing for. He was going to drink tonight, not think. He was going to lose himself in the crowd and most likely regret it in the morning, but it is what it is. Returning his hand near his hip, still clutching the can, he sighed and locked eyes on her again.

They were grey, basically the polar opposite of his. His looked dark unless hit with lights, and then all of the color flecks seemed to explode. Hers, however, were a strange shade and every little movement around them changed the way the light from the chandelier hit them... The color never seemed to stay exactly the same. It was peculiar, and before long he realized he was staring, scouring, scanning--acting like a total freak. He chuckled quietly, cocking one eyebrow and muttering, "Nice to meet you, too, Cameron." He felt a pinch on his back, hearing Zeph's voice in his ear as he indiscreetly murmured, "P.Kaaaaaaaaay.... Get it innnn." His slurring speech was a sure sign he must have taken shots somewhere or something. Had it really only been five minutes, or was his perception of time just horribly distorted? Who knew... He doubted Cameron heard Zeph's words. Smiling, he nodded towards the kitchen and asked "Want to go find something more interesting to drink?"

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As usual, Cameron was holed up in her little headspace. It was amazing how you could be surrounded by people, literally smothered by all the gyrating, sweating bodies, and still be a hundred miles away. Even when she was terrifically smashed, Cameron had a hard time letting go. It was a balance, you see, playing the party slut without going too far, or being the wild girl without permanently ruining your life. Any damage you did had to be reversible, which meant keeping your distance. And so this whole thing was a little atypical for her- this conversation she was now engaged in. What was he playing at, anyway? He could've had a girl in a room by now if he'd wanted, which meant he was either interested in her or expecting the same from her he would from any other girl. And that was fine; she couldn't judge him for being a guy.

And if he was going to be a guy, she was going to be a girl. She was going to do what she did best, which was to flirt and have fun and drink too much and wake up tomorrow morning regretting the whole thing. With that settled, she laughed along with him. She herself had not yet made it through a full cup of beer, and she was sorely missing the fifth of vodka she'd left in her truck. She didn't recall feeling particularly energetic upon arriving at the party, but somehow she'd managed to keep moving almost the entire time she'd been here. Something about the energy here swept you up and carried you along, and you rode on the highs of other people's shouts and yells and the loud thump of the music.

She watched him take a sip from the can, reveling in the welcome rush of the alcohol. Booze made things such a tremendous, wonderful blur. It was easy, almost too easy, to lose yourself in the hot brightness of the moment and just keep drinking. Things seemed to improve (though, in reality, they only got messier), with each drink, and before you knew it you were entangled in some random guy's arms, or swinging from a chandelier singing "We Are the Champions" at the top of your lungs, or sampling exotic liquids from fancy liquor bottles.

He looked to her again, locking eyes with her in a way that demanded her attention. He projected an aura of carefree fun, but something about him seemed gravely serious; here was a boy with his share of secrets. And, to make things that much more intense, he was staring directly at her, looking at (or perhaps observing? Studying?) her in a way she wasn't entirely used to. His friend approached, breaking up the private little moment, and Cameron took a moment to look out over the room, her eyes scanning the bobbing heads and wildly swaying bodies of her fellow party-goers. Oh yes, it would be a party to remember.

She looked back to P.K. in time to hear his question, and her mouth spoke before her brain had fully processed the implications of what she was saying. "I'd love to find something more interesting; whether or not it's a drink is fine with me." Cameron gave a sly smile, surprising herself with the slightly coy remark. She usually wasn't the type to put herself out there to a good-looking stranger, but, hey, he asked her for a drink; she may as well play along. She stuck out her foot into the direction of where she guessed the kitchen was (considering she could hear shouts of "Chug! Chug! Chug" from a kitchen-y-looking area) and nodded for him to walk with her.