"Do you have ANY idea?" (Armageddidn't and Insanity)

I do male characters a lot better, but if you want to do same gender I also have a female character I can use. Anything you want I'm cool with! I like the strangers to best friends who mess with each other's love lives.

Whichever you want! Do you mind starting so that I can get a feel for your rp style?

I went for a first meeting }}


Camille--

Camille had puttered around town all day looking for apartments. Nothing was working out. Out of the two available ones she had come across, both gave her the creeps. She would rather sleep in her car than there. Being new to town wasn't making things much easier because she had no idea about locality. The final location was on the opposite and, hopefully, the better side of town. As she pulled up to the last place that was communicating with her, Camille smiled. It actually looked decent. The cute white house had a long paved driveway and appeared clean and put together on the outside. The neighborhood seemed decent enough and there were certainly enough light posts to keep the shadows at night at bay. She had been texting the tenant but wasn't really sure who they were. Actually, Camille had meant to text them that she was here but she was already at the door and her phone was in the car. With a hesitant hand, the girl knocked 3 times, hoping that she had the right house. Over text, the person had said they would be free around this time and she crossed her fingers that that still stood true because she could really catch a break. While waiting for a response, Camille glanced in the glass of the door to ensure she looked presentable. She ran her fingers through her brunette hair and made sure her bangs were laying flat. Then she pushed up her tinted sunglasses before changing her mind and snapping them off her face, revealing round blue eyes. When she heard the floor creaking and locks turning, Camille straightened up and acted naturally. This was her last chance, so she couldn't screw it up. As the door opened, she immediately introduced herself. "Hello, I'm Camille. Are you…" She froze, suddenly forgetting the name. "Umm, uh... the person who lives here and has been texting me?" She floundered. A brief moment lapsed as she realized how vague her question was. "Possibly looking for a roommate?" Camille elaborated, thinking of the 100 other reasons someone might say yes to the first part. She was here to prove a point, not to get kidnapped.

(Sorry if it's a little short)

Seth shook the hand offered to him, his eyes falling to her lips as she spoke. He took a moment to process what she said before speaking up. "You're going to be my first. I've never needed one until recently." As he went through a tour of the basics, he tried to crack small jokes throughout. When talking about the bedroom, he said "If you do end up living here it'll be both a blessing and a curse that I won't be able to hear whatever happening in here." He then chuckled quietly to himself. Once he'd finished up the tour, he waited almost anxiously to "hear" her thoughts.

"They count in my book.
I was an only child." He hummed lightly. He started smiling faintly as she put her ear to the wall. "No, but my ears are." He chuckled lightly. "I can't hear either way." He hummed at her comment of being the hot mess of the family. "Sometimes being a hot mess can be a good thing. I've found hot messes to be the most fun to be around, and the least judgemental." Once the tour had ended and Camille had decided, he nodded. "Roommates."

No sweat. Whatever you are capable of doing is fine. }}

Camille--
Camille nodded at the confirmation, feeling a buzz from having successfully scored her first place to live. “Okay.” She pursed her lips and took in a breath as she thought about her next statement. “If we are going to be roommates, I have a couple of questions, mainly about the, um, not hearing thing?” Camille motioned towards her ears “Like first, how are you able to understand me?” Considering that if she ever needed help, knowing what would and wouldn’t work to get Seth's attention was important. More scenarios came into her mind like popcorn in a hot kettle, each popping off of each other and bringing more questions. “Actually, I have a lot of things to ask but for right now, just knowing how to speak to you will do.” A soft smile pressed into her lips as she decided not to bombard him with questions right off the bat.

Camille--
Camille nodded along with Seth’s explanation. It seemed reasonable to already have a system in place but also very complicated. At least she didn’t have to worry about him finding her constant chatter annoying. “Ask and you shall receive. I will definitely be throwing things at you when it is most convenient.” She teased “I also don’t know morse code or signing.” She admitted, scrunching her mouth apologetically but considered putting it on her bucket list. It was probably a good skill to have anyways because who knows what kind of situation you could find yourself in. Plus you could always add it to a resume. “Soo, when is the earliest I can move in? Like today?” Camille suggested, crossing her fingers in hopes for a yes as she peered up at Seth.

Camille--
She pulled a triumphant fist pump before glancing at her watch to confirm the time. "Oh, wow. I didn't realize how late it was getting." With that Camille was off to unpack her car. She came in and out of the house carrying various boxes and items that didn't fit in a box. Slowly but surely her car emptied and the room filled. With the last laundry basket crammed with stuff, Camille laid on the floor of her room. The smell of food had wafted through the house and she was feeling pretty hungry. So far she hadn't seen the cat, but it was probably startled by the ruckus Camille had caused, dragging in stuff that smelt unfamiliar and strange.


After a short break, Camille meandered into the kitchen propping herself against the door frame. Her once high ponytail was sagging on her skull and it frizzed from multiple tightening's. Curtain bangs were sticking to her forehead from the sweat she had worked up. It didn’t help that even with the setting summer sun, it was hotter than hades outside. She felt relief to know that someone was at least making her a meal.

“What is it that you are making?” Camille observed Seth moving around the kitchen but didn’t move to try to help with anything. When he didn’t respond she remember that he couldn’t hear her, that would take some getting use to. Now she came closer, knowing that Seth probably hadn’t seen her come into the room and made a move to get his attention. Leaning up against the counter, she bent over to get into his line of sight. “Hi!” She spoke, wondering if he would be startled by her sudden appearance. “What are you making?” Camille asked again, hunger establishing itself from her stomach. She would eat uncooked noodles at this point.

Sorry for the wait, work really bogged me down.}}

Camille--
“Sounds good, but ten different ways? Seems like overkill. I didn’t think the original version was so bad.” Camille commented with a shrug, letting her fingers walk across the counter to steal a slice of vegetable. She munched on the green slice to subdue her hunger. “But, I am prepared to be impressed, especially since it smells yummy.” She offered a positive spin on her original skeptical one. It wasn't often that Camille came out on the negative side of things but just like everyone in the world, she could have her days. "So, what possessed you to get a roommate so suddenly? It looks like you were doing pretty good on your own." She made this judgement based on the appearance of the house and smell of the food. Seth didn't seem like the kind of person who would need a roommate or want one at that.

Camille--
"Oh..." Camille paused after his explanation, feeling like maybe it was a more personal question then she meant it to be. She waited for him to return to the counter. A solemn expression about the realness of that situation replacing her ornery one from before. "Well, I can understand that." She sighed, but didn't offer an explanation. Shifting her weight to one side, Camille pulls out a crisp white envelope from the back of her shorts pocket. On the front, written neatly in blue ink was the word 'Rent' "Speaking about jobs, which relates to money, I have rent. I should've given that to you first. Remind me, did you want a safety deposit along with that?" She thumbed through the cash, to make sure there was enough to cover the cost. She felt proud to know she saved most of this money, although some came from family help, but it was a little sad to give it all away. It was the cost of independence, and that was all she wanted. This mindset made it hurt a little less.

"I also start my own job in like 5 days, so, you don't have to worry about me." She would keep that in mind to stay consistent with payments, maybe monthly timers would benefit her. This much responsibility had never been on her shoulders before and she was taking some proactive steps to not let it smother her. Calendars, alarms, notifications, Camille planned to set all of this up over the next week to get her head in the game. Still, it would take some getting use to. She absent-mindedly chewed her lip and spun the plain silver ring on her finger while her mind floated into all the things she needed to do. She wasn't much of a planner, or an organizer because she believed that half the excitement resided in the unknown. Partly, Camille felt overwhelmed and mostly, she realized why her sister's chastised her so much about doing something with her life.