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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2017 20:10:52 GMT -5
Camille vaguely tracked her movements from the corner of his eye; just enough that it was subtle, yet kept him safe. He wouldn't be alive if he wasn't careful, and being welcoming was fine, but not paying attention would be a fatal mistake. He was a cautious (perhaps even paranoid) man who knew how to take care of himself, and as such, he wasn't completely unguarded. While the crossword was all fine and dandy, he didn't want to be caught unaware.
"I didn't," he said. "I woke up one day and thought hey, I should move to America. The rest was," he made a vague gesture with his free hand. "Not quite an accident, but certainly not my first intention. Now, I just do it because it's fun and brings in good money."
He'd go back to proper crime one day, but for now? Camille was living a calmer life than he had during his childhood, and that was nice.
"'s good practice in leading, I suppose," he rested the newspaper on his lap and stretched his arms above his head, cracking something in his body. He wasn't quite sure what it was, but he felt a little better afterwards. "Did you just do it to put your art on walls?"
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𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥
"𝖨𝖿 𝖨 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗌."
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Post by 𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥 on Dec 6, 2017 20:41:34 GMT -5
Rayen vaguely read the first page of the novel before shutting it and placing it neatly back where it had been. She turned around so she faced him, leaning back against the wall and crossing her arms over her chest. Where he watched her movements stealthy, she looked at him head on, studying him boldly.
She smirked bemusedly at his question. "Partially, but no. My mom was killed in a hit and run when I was twelve. Life went to hell after that. My dad became a alcoholic. Lived my teenage years miserably." No longer smiling, she glanced up towards the ceiling, as if she could see flashbacks there. "I was invited to the gang when I was nineteen, eventually worked my way up. It was an escape for me, and it's made me feel more alive than I have in years." She shrugged and glanced back at him.
Her stomach grumbled again. She sighed and gestured to the kitchen. "May I?" she inquired, pushing herself from the wall. "I can cook us both something, if you'd like. And don't worry, I won't poison you." she chuckled, pausing to wait for his answer.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2017 20:57:39 GMT -5
"Sucks for you, I guess," he wasn't really sure why she shared that; but he wasn't going to question it now that it was out there. Camille didn't apologise for things he couldn't help, couldn't really sympathise with someone he didn't know. Internally, he was trying to figure out how she'd climbed but - whatever, it didn't matter. What was done was done and frankly, he didn't care what other gangs did with their rankings and their leaders.
The mention of food made him squint thoughtfully, but he shook his head.
"Nah," he said. "Not hungry. Also, not sure how much stuff there is to cook with. For all I know, there could just be leftovers and instant noodles." he shifted his weight on the couch and threw the newspaper aside (it landed in the little stack of newspapers he seemed to have gathered). "Good luck."
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𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥
"𝖨𝖿 𝖨 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗌."
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Post by 𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥 on Dec 6, 2017 21:28:56 GMT -5
Rayen knew what she had told him was personal, probably too personal for comfort for some, but she wasn’t a very secretive person. She was pretty honest. He had wanted to know how she became affiliated with a gang and she had told him how. Well, not all of it. She had to remain a little mysterious, after all. He was still a practically a stranger.
Wow, he wasn’t the sympathetic type, was he? It didn’t appear he was. Oh well, she didn’t want pity anyways. She shrugged nonchalantly and walked to the kitchen. Not really replying to him, she began to search through the cabinets and fridge. Finding the instant noodles he had mentioned, she searched and found a pot. She proceeded to fill it was water and began to boil it on the stove. While she waited for the water to heat up, she watched the quiet volumes television. After a bit she threw the noodles into the boiling water and waited.
This was so strange to her. Despite trying to act relaxed and comfortable, she still felt a bit on edge. She couldn’t help it. What if the police somehow found her? What if Fournier changed his mind? As these thoughts raced through her head, she sighed quietly and looked out the kitchen window. Did Eve believe she was guilty? Hopefully not. She had considered her a friend, a loyal and considerate second.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2017 8:54:45 GMT -5
There were a few things Camille needed to do, and since he wasn't too bothered with someone being around while he talked to people (in various languages aside from English), he...dealt with what he needed to do. Really, it wasn't much different from having a gang member stay at his place when they were falling on rougher times; the amount of times that Sasha had stayed with him was really something.
"If you feel the urge to art, please don't do it on my walls," this was mentioned as a passing statement as he walked into the kitchen and rummaged through the cupboards until he found a little address book. He flicked through it idly. "I have a couple of blank sketchbooks that you can have if you need them. There are art supplies in the second drawer down in the living room."
Perhaps a little unnecessary to state but, well. He didn't want to be a bad host. Really, he liked being a semi-decent one even to those he didn't know; his gang members certainly got better treatment (they were all but babied), but a stranger was going to get some hospitality at least.
"Is there anything you need besides revenge? I'm talking basics," he couldn't find the number in this book, so he pulled out the other tiny notebook with numbers written in it. "Clothes or whatever."
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𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥
"𝖨𝖿 𝖨 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗌."
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Post by 𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥 on Dec 7, 2017 12:16:16 GMT -5
She glanced over her shoulder before turning back to her noodles, shutting off the burner she had used. Glancing into the living room towards the drawer he had mentioned, she poured the ramen into a bowl and grabbed a fork. Well, she hadn’t expected that. At least she would have something to do to pass the time while she was here, and who knew how long that would be for.
She nodded and glanced at him as he retrieved what looked like an address book from one of the cabinets. “Alright.” she replied simply, to let him know she had heard. She didn’t want to admit it, but she actually felt sort of touched that he was offering her some art supplies to use if she wanted to busy herself.
Leaning against the counter and blowing on her hot noodles, Rayen looked thoughtfully towards the television in the living room. It wasn’t revenge she was seeking. More like justice. “Well, I’ll probably need a toothbrush, hairbrush, personal hygene products . . .” She bit her lip. “Everything I need is at my place. I have my key.” she added, digging through the pockets of her jeans until she produced a silver key in her hand. She would hate for him to buy her new stuff. It would just add on to her debt, plus she would feel awkward with him spending money on her. Besides, would the cops find out where she lived? Hopefully not. She kept her living arrangement as private as she could, for personal comfort. If her fellow gang members needed to meet up or anything, they usually did so elsewhere. Her landlord was a nice but slightly grumpy middle-aged woman, but she always meant well. Maybe she’d get lucky and the police wouldn’t find out which apartment she resided in..
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2017 12:32:31 GMT -5
Finally finding the number he needed, he put it into his phone but waited until Rayen spoke again, taking her words into consideration. He didn't particularly want to deal with going to her apartment; murder suspect, they'll find her apartment. Especially if they know her beforehand. He shook his head a little and absently opened a pack of cookies, nibbling on one while he leaned against the counter.
"If you give me a list of what you need, I can get one of mine to get it," he told her. "I'd rather not risk police encounters; I've stayed out of their hair and they've stayed out of mine, but they won't if they know I'm harbouring a fugitive."
Damn, it sounded more dangerous than he'd considered. Well, hell. Camille had wanted to keep himself entertained, and this was a way to do it, he supposed. There were just...risks he wasn't going to take.
However, he needed to deal with things - and so, without waiting for a response, he started the call and waited patiently for the other end to pick up, his gaze settled on the edge of the sink.
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𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥
"𝖨𝖿 𝖨 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗌."
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Post by 𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥 on Dec 7, 2017 12:57:28 GMT -5
Rayen nodded in understanding and agreement and shaped her fingers into the “okay” sign as he brought the phone up to his ear. After quickly demolishing her ramen noodles, she washed the dishes by hand and set them on the dish drainer before walking into the living room. She remembered that she ought to take her shoes off and did so immediately and placed them near the door. Then she proceeded to the drawer containing art supplies Camille had mentioned and grabbed a sheet of paper and a pen.
She returned to the kitchen counter and made a list including toiletries, a laptop and charger, cellphone charger, clothes, extra shoes, handbag, a book, and a duffel bag to throw everything into. She slid the completed list towards Camille on the counter and walked back into the living room, plopping down in the chair she had sat in earlier.
With a sigh, she leaned her head back and closed her eyes. How had this all happened? Why was this happening? Did she have beef with somebody she didn’t even know about? Who would’ve framed her for murder? She frowned and a worry line etched itself between her brows. Maybe it was just a crazie. Or maybe . . . She opened her eyes. Should she consider that a bigger, more lethal gang was involved in all this? [/font]
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2017 14:14:44 GMT -5
Even when he had a houseguest, business was business and that was what mattered in his life; an arms supply trip was coming up and he'd have to personally deal with that considering the client was fairly comfortable around him, though he wasn't quite sure what to do with his guest. Bring her with him? Maybe not. He considered it as he talked in quiet Russian, glancing to the list he was given. Once he was done with the Russian man, he called Sasha and relayed the information on the paper.
Though confused, the gang member promised to have the things to him by the morning at the latest, and that was...fine, really. Camille shoved his cellphone back into his pocket, put the notebook away and threw the paper in the trash. He picked up the packet of cookies (half-gone, by now; he could eat a lot of junk food in one sitting), and went back to the living room, settling on the couch and turning on one of his consoles to play a game.
"You might not like it, but while you're here, you'll probably be considered part of mine," he told her, though his gaze was focused on the screen. "You can either stay here while I'm busy or come with me; it's your choice. We won't run into any cops, so you'll be safe in that regard - but I can't promise your safety with any other business."
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𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥
"𝖨𝖿 𝖨 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗌."
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Post by 𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥 on Dec 7, 2017 16:42:24 GMT -5
Rayen faintly listened to her host talk on the phone, first in what sounded like Russian and second in English, getting one of his gang members to go fetch the list of things she had compiled that she needed from her apartment. She stared at the television as he joined her in the living room and turned on some sort of video game. Surely he must be wondering the same things as she was about the murder. If a bigger gang notorious for their violent crimes was behind it, how were they going to find the one responsible and prove the crime was their doing? If it was a bigger gang, they were practically screwed. Both she and Camille had their own gangs, but they weren't killers or the kind of fighters to win a battle with a crueler gang.
If that was the case, Camille would probably change his mind about this whole ordeal, and she wouldn't blame him. She quietly watched as he played his game, lost in her thoughts and actually interested in the game. "What do you mean by 'other business'?" she asked, blinking in surprise and apprehension as she turned to look at him.
To be considered part of his might make her feel a bit uneasy due to not knowing what being a part of his
included or meant, but as long as she wasn't expected to follow him around and obey everything like a little puppy,
she didn't really care. She would be on her best behavior, and be especially careful in light of recent events.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2017 16:57:12 GMT -5
Camille was fairly decent at multitasking, and though his gaze didn't stray from the screen and his hands didn't stop moving on the controller, he seemed to be listening and partially-watching Rayen from the corner of his eye. He wasn't the trustful sort. He raised an eyebrow at her question, right, softcore, and shook his head a little.
"Business," he repeated softly. "Drug deals. Arms supplying. As I said; you can stay here, but someone from my gang might want to stay here with you."
There was trust amongst each-other; they were a family and that was how they'd been for a long time. However, newcomers were not quite welcomed but rather watched with distrust and narrowed eyes, always kept in front instead of behind. They were hospitable, not stupid.
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𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥
"𝖨𝖿 𝖨 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗌."
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Post by 𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥 on Dec 7, 2017 17:09:27 GMT -5
From the way his body was positioned, even when he was in his own home and was relaxed enough to play a game, Rayen could tell he was watching her. Keeping track of her every move. She released a small sigh and leaned back again in her seat, her bangs falling into her eyes until she blew them away.
"I don't need to be babysat. I'll just tag along wherever you go, I suppose." she said rather stubbornly, slightly irritated with the thought of being treated like a child. "I know it's normal to be on guard with a practical stranger. Especially one in your house. But I'm not going to backstab you or anything of the sorts, just so you know." She sighed.
Drug deals, arms supplying eh? Whatever floated his boat. It was his gang, not hers. Her gang was more prone to robbing stores and graffiti and selling weapons. Even auto theft. Smaller crimes than the bigger gangs committed to. She stood and padded to the drawer full of art supplies and grabbed a sketchbook and pencil. Plopping back in her seat, she drew her legs up and used them as a table of sorts to balance the sketchbook on.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2017 17:21:19 GMT -5
A slender eyebrow raised though it was not quite clear whether it was from amusement or if it was simply a well, okay then motion. Camille didn't respond for a few moments. Perhaps he was thinking of what to say, or perhaps he was focused on other things; he often had many things on his mind and, honestly, few of them tied to the woman in his living space. The murder was suspicious at best but...well, they usually were. He had yet to come across a decent hitman in this area - really, he was more surprised that someone actually wanted to frame a small-time gang leader. Whatever, he told himself, it'll be resolved.
"I'm not saying you need to be babysat." his tone was patient and he remained rather calm. "You also know that I'm not going to take your word for that until I find out for myself. I'm not treating you any different than I would anyone else."
It was fair play to treat her with caution, and, to be quite honest, Camille thought he was being reasonable; it was likely he was being more generous and less suspicious than he should've been, but that was how he'd started rolling, here. Back home, he might've turned her away - but here? He was confident that he wasn't going to get killed, at the very least. I die in a different time in a different place.
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𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥
"𝖨𝖿 𝖨 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗌."
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Post by 𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥 on Dec 7, 2017 17:48:01 GMT -5
She raised an eyebrow right back at him, more out of teasing than anything else."Good." she replied with a nod, a simple answer for all of his statements. He was a smart one. Which would come in handy for both of them in the long run. Her comment of not planning to backstab him was more of a test of curiosity to see what his reply would be. She had been hoping a single sentence of her reassurance alone wouldn't be all it took to earn his trust. Trust took time to build. It couldn't be given willy-nilly, especially if you were part of a gang.
She slid her gaze down to the sketchbook in her lap and tap her pencil against her knee, pondering what she should place onto the blank creamy white space. After what felt like minutes of silent planning, she finally lowered her head and began scrawling lines and angles across the page, lightly sketching with the gray lead of the pencil.
To be honest, she had been expecting to be treated with more hostility and suspicion than he was currently giving. His hospitality was refreshing, and it made her feel a bit more relaxed with the whole situation. She felt more like a guest than a wanted criminal in debt. It was nice. It made her respect him more, made her feel calmer. Rayen tucked a stray blonde curl behind her ear as she paused her sketching, evaluating where she wanted certain details to go.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2017 19:01:06 GMT -5
[ hmm it might be an idea for us to skip somewhere since i can't think of a reply ;v; ] |
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𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥
"𝖨𝖿 𝖨 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗌."
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Post by 𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥 on Dec 7, 2017 19:26:52 GMT -5
Oh okay! Where shall we skip?)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2017 11:14:57 GMT -5
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𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥
"𝖨𝖿 𝖨 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗌."
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Post by 𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥 on Dec 8, 2017 12:58:19 GMT -5
Maybe a few days? A week?)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2017 13:11:27 GMT -5
a week or so could work out! |
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𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥
"𝖨𝖿 𝖨 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗌."
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Post by 𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥 on Dec 8, 2017 13:24:56 GMT -5
Okay, sounds good! Would you care to start? :3 )
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2017 13:33:43 GMT -5
i'll try to get to it soon since im doing things rn d: my apologies, but ye. im not sure when it'll be up ;v; |
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𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥
"𝖨𝖿 𝖨 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗌."
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Post by 𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥 on Dec 8, 2017 14:57:56 GMT -5
That's alright! Take your time ^^
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2017 10:26:43 GMT -5
A week had passed and Camille worked as he usually did; he dealt with territory issues (there was a cartel nearby that he didn't quite appreciate), he was given a list of weaponry that one of his clients needed, and he had to deal with some of the supplies in the warehouse; but otherwise, he was doing fairly well. It was a little less eventful than usually and he went about his average day without much worry.
There was, of course, the matter of the killer. He'd poked around with Adrian, who'd promised to keep an ear out. He was a good second and even better at picking up n things that others couldn't - while he certainly wasn't fit to run a gang, he did good work when Camille was busy with things across the city or when he was out of town - really, he couldn't have asked for a better man. Adrian probably wouldn't survive in a bigger, more violent gang, but he thrived here and that was all that he cared about. Sasha promised to keep an ear out too, and his promises were never something to take lightly. Sam and Richie, on the other hand, had no promises to give and Camille wouldn't have asked them.
With the higher members of his gang informed of the general situation, they were both wary and amused. They knew he wasn't doing it out of the kindness of his heart; he was a good host who had other intentions when it came to keeping Rayen safe and in finding the real culprit.
It was a quiet day when Richie called his phone - it seemed that he thought better of keeping any information from his leader, and that was expected.
"There's a murder down by the river, kind of." was what was told to him, which didn't quite make sense. He stated as much, and Richie seemed to realise he hadn't quite made himself clear. "Well, when they got there, the woman was dying. They tried to save her and ask her who did it but she wasn't very cooperative and she sort of ended up dying anyway."
"Alright," despite the situation, Camille smiled as he chewed the end of his pen. He'd been doing sudoku, but that would have to wait. "Are there any cops still around there?"
"No cops." Richie paused for a moment. "Want me to wait by there for you?"
"Sure." he hung up without another word, and turned off the television. It had just been background noise, anyway. He glanced at the time before he sighed and finished his cup of green tea. "Rayen, it looks like we have more evidence, at least. Do you want to come, or do you want to stay here?"
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𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥
"𝖨𝖿 𝖨 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗌."
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Post by 𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥 on Dec 10, 2017 14:14:21 GMT -5
A week had passed since Rayen had appeared at Camille’s doorstep asking for help. During that week, she had been relaxed yet on guard, as if worried the cops would somehow find out about her current residence. Every night she had stayed up late, staring up at the dark ceiling from her makeshift bed on the fold-out bed of the couch, different scenarios of what may lay ahead of her buzzing in her head like bees. During the day she made casual conversation every once and a while with Camille, but then would keep to herself by sketching and painting or watching television, even doing research about the murders that had been recorded around the area.
She couldn’t stop wondering what Camille would want in return for all of this. Most likely something that would give him more power. She couldn’t fathom what else a man as chill and collected and who busied himself with crosswords would want from someone like her. At least he was an alright host. He made polite conversation and provided her with things to pass the time. It helped her in the end, no matter that his quality of hosting was no doubt due to pride more than anything.
Now Rayen was in the kitchen, sitting on a stool at the counter and munching idly on toast while flipping through a book intently. Her ashy blonde hair was braided in a fishtail design and her outfit consisted of high-waisted jeans, a mock black sweater, and a army green jacket. When Camille spoke, she swallowed her bite of toast and looked up at him into the living room.
With a nod, she bookmarked her book and slipped off the stool, leaning against the counter. More evidence? Finally something to begin their little investigation on the murderer. “Yeah I’ll come.” she answered. “Just give me a minute to get my shoes.” She walked into the living room and retrieved her boots resting by the front door. During the week she had grown more relaxed around Camille, and didn’t think he was that bad. She could understand why he was a leader.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2017 14:36:38 GMT -5
[ do you mind if i respond later/tomorrow? im a little low on muse for cam atm ] |
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𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥
"𝖨𝖿 𝖨 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗌."
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Post by 𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥 on Dec 10, 2017 14:50:06 GMT -5
I don’t mind! That’s fine:))
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2017 14:56:11 GMT -5
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𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥
"𝖨𝖿 𝖨 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗌."
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Post by 𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥 on Dec 10, 2017 15:12:06 GMT -5
No problem!!)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2017 15:08:45 GMT -5
Already dressed in clothing that was more fitting of a mafia member than a gang leader, Camille grabbed his scarf and threw it idly over his shoulders before he put his shoes on, turning off the television and taking a moment to make sure he had everything. Once confident he had everything, he grabbed his car keys and opened the apartment door, stepping out and keeping it open with his foot.
"It's just a fifteen minute drive from here," he told her, smiling politely at one of his neighbours as they passed by. The old woman smiled in return as she entered her own apartment. "It's probably not going to be much, but it's something, at the very least."
Really, he didn't want her to get her hopes up too much. He wasn't even sure if this was going to be anything; for all he knew, it could've been a false alarm and completely unrelated to the case. If that was the case then...it was fine, he supposed. They could keep an ear out for any potential leads as they'd been doing, and hope that something turned up eventually. The sooner this mess was cleared up, the better. Camille wasn't sure how long it would take and, frankly, he didn't want it to take too long. While Rayen was a good guest, it was a little startling to have someone living with him.
Constant socialisation wasn't his thing, but at least it was still quiet. That was a little something, he supposed.
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𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥
"𝖨𝖿 𝖨 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗌."
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Post by 𝖠𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝟥𝟥 on Dec 11, 2017 17:46:50 GMT -5
Once her shoes were on, Rayen followed Camille out the door and waited as he locked it behind them. “Even if it turns out not to be anything, at least there was a chance. Sometimes that’s all you really need.” She mused with a small smile, trying not to doubt that this instance wouldn’t simply turn out to be nothing, yet also trying not to get her hopes up.
As she followed Camille through the building and out of it, she glanced around curiously and noted the way to get to his room in case they were ever separated or if something came up. Better safe than sorry.
She stuffed her pale hands into the pockets of her jacket and followed alongside her host, cautiously turning her head when they left the apartment building. It would be awful timing if the cops were around, but then again, would they even suspect her current alliance with the Fournier gang leader? She couldn’t venture a guess because she truly had no idea.
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