I Remember, Once Upon A Memory [Camille]

[Alison Caroline Driscoll]

It sure was getting windy out! Little Katharine Wright was beginning to question her judgment at coming out in weather like this. She'd been out in storms before, though, and it wasn't as though she was out here to play. No, the seven year old had overheard her parents discussing the impending weather, and recalled that her brothers were still out in the barn with their friends. Someone needed to tell them what was going on so that they could get inside, and Katie decided to take matters into her own hands.

The wind was positively howling by the time Katie made it to the barn. She suddenly found that she was unable to fight against the sheer force of the gale as it shoved her against the barn, intent on taking her prisoner. She let out a cry, though she doubted that anyone could hear her over the wind. Apparently someone had, though...or maybe she'd just gotten lucky. She heard the barn door fly open and bang against the side of the barn several times as it did so. "Katie!" She heard Orville shout out in surprise. Then, as suddenly as the wind picked up, it started to die down again. The worst was over, and Katie found that she could slowly move way from the side of the barn again.

Alison's eyes slowly opened as she found herself face to face with one of her schoolbooks. She pulled away at once, a tad amazed that she'd actually fallen asleep studying. That wasn't much like her, but it also stood to reason, as Alison's life wasn't exactly 'average' as of late. She'd remet two of her past brothers, been recruited into RSOR, a society of reincarnates at Riverdale - then was recruited as a spy for that very same club. Alison had to balance out two social lives. She realized it might be easier if she let RSOR fall by the wayside entirely and just stopped attending meetings totally while she was working for Isa and Petra, but she just couldn't. She couldn't keep herself away when she loved RSOR for everything it was. It was part of the reason she'd agreed to spy for the RSOR in the first place. She wanted to do what she could to make sure that it stayed around.

Alison closed her book, deciding that it was fruitless to continue studying algebra when she couldn't keep herself awake through it anyway. Instead, she opted to flip on the TV to see if anything worth watching was on. She was flipping through the channels wearing a somewhat bored expression when she heard someone entering the room. Her eyes darted in the direction of the door at once. She figured it to be one of her roommates, a guarantee that at least things would get mildly more interesting around here. If it was Kodi, Alison could slip into spy mode again and try to retrieve more information for Isa and Petra. If it was Camille...well, the two girls got along reasonably well, though now that Alison was in RSOR she was really starting to notice just how oddly secretive Camille could be when it came to some things. She tried not to focus on it, though. She was not a recruiter nor a leader. It was not in her job description to scout out RSOR members. It was, however, her job to scout out information, and that was where she would keep her focuses.

Word count: 583
To: Ccals/Camille
Notes: Here we go. ^^

[camillemrochester]

Camille was not knowing what to suspect, she'd been at Riverdale for a few days at most and she was still at sea. Her roommates were polite and nice enough, yet Camille still kept guarded. She'd never moved before, much less to a foreign country so varied from her own. She was still slightly embarrassed by her accented English, she spoke the language fluently but with a French flair. Oh, how she missed Provence! Her friends and the lovely centre-ville, the scent of the air, and caress of the wind; Camille was more than a little homesick.

Clutching her books tighter, Camille tip toed through the entry connecting the dormitories to the main building. The halls were mostly vacant, everyone off doing something else. And where was she headed? To her dorm; since arriving at Riverdale Camille hadn't bothered to socialize, she showered, ate, went to class, came back, studied, and slept. It was menial and boring. Camille didn't trust herself in this new place yet, so how could she possibly trust anyone else?

Well, there was that one incident. But she hoped no one had noticed, it was just a dream vision, nothing too terrible; just her watching Paris leave, it was always the same. Camille worried that if feeling so attached to Paris was healthy, because after all, he was dead. Upon waking, she realized that she had tear tracks down her face - someone most likely noticed that.

Pushing the key into the lock, she nudged open the door with her shoulder and smiled at Alison, who had the tv on. "Hey Alison," she commented, discarding her textbooks and papers on her bed. Now what to do? Camille could always do her homework, but she was already ahead anyway. She hummed softly, an old tune her mother used to sing; the melody was soothing to her. With a turn, she decided to finish unpacking her books. Settling down in front of a box, she grabbed a handful of books and placed them on the shelf, Les Miserables, Tristan et Iseult, The Count of Monte Cristo, Candide, Le Petit Prince, and The Three Musketeers.

Camille admittedly, did not know much about Alison. She was aware that her roommate was a freshman and Camille guessed she was involved in that club whose acronym she couldn't recall. Alison appeared to be very involved at Riverdale; turning slightly Camille saw a book on the girl's bed and smiled, "Were you studying?"


Word Count: 411
To:Mandee/Alison
Notes: I hope it wasn't too awful!

[Alison Caroline Driscoll]

It occurred to Alison that there was a third option, and that the person entering the room was neither of her roommates at all, but rather someone else entirely. Maybe Kodi or Camille had a boyfriend (though Camille really didn't seem the type). Maybe, more likely, Wilbur or Orville (now known as Nate and Oliver) were dropping by to bug her. She'd done it on more than one occasion to them, so she wouldn't be surprised if they returned the favor. It seemed more likely that Orville would do such a thing, though. She grabbed a piece of paper and crumpled it up, ready to throw it at him if he happened to be the one coming through the door.

Thankfully she had the sense to think before throwing, however, as the identity of the person was soon revealed to indeed be one of her roommates. And while Alison thought she could get away with throwing a paper ball at Kodi in jest, she wasn't sure what she could do with Camille. Camille was new, only having started this semester, though Alison had to admit that she liked the fact that her dorm was filled to capacity now. She liked Kodi (when Kodi wasn't obsessing over RSOR and what it was - Alison used to be right there with her, but now that she was in RSOR, she had to try to make sure that Kodi didn't learn too much), but another roommate meant that there was someone else to get to know. That and if Kodi and Alison ever had disagreements, there might be a mediator, or at least someone both of them could go to if they needed companionship other than each other.

She'd noticed that Camille looked as though she were crying one morning, but had said nothing of the matter, figuring that it was far too personal for someone she'd just barely met.

Alison peered over at the bed, unable to keep from smiling a little as she saw the number of French books piling up on the bed. Isabella would love that. "Mind if I borrow one of those books sometime? I studied a bit of French before, and I want to see how well I can read it."[/color] She'd actually learned French in her past life, when she was visiting Europe with her brothers in an attempt to sell planes. She'd become the translator of sorts, and while Katharine was by no means a native French speaker in either life, she'd been fluent enough to express what she wanted to say when she was in France. So she actually stood a chance of being able to read these books. As for having learned French when she was a child - That was actually somewhat believable nowadays, what with how everyone seemed to support the idea that it was best for children to learn second languages when they were still learning their first.

"I was sort of studying."[/color] Alison responded to the other girl's question. "More 'resting my eyes, though."[/color] Alison felt a bit guilty for wanting to go back into the world of her dream, but was that so wrong? At least she had her brothers again. That made everything a lot more bearable. She just couldn't believe she'd gone so long without knowing that her brother had been her brother then too. "You?"[/color]

Word count: 577
To: Ccals/Camille
Notes: Here we go. ^^

[camillemrochester]

Camille nodded at Alison's question, "Are you in a French class now, or were you taught as a child?" Camille wondered at what book she might suggest for her roommate, "Maybe you'd like Le Petit Prince," she mused happily, "But my personal favorite is The Three Musketeers; it's on the longer side, but such an excellent read." Going back to her box, she retrieved her Greek volumes, mostly historical books, but some were stories in her native tongue. Her parents hadn't asked how Camille knew the old language, but encouraged her curiosity and enrolled her in a few classes. She was fluent in her mother tongue, sporadically she took notes in a combination of Greek and French, only discernible to her.

With a sigh, she flipped open an older volume, The Iliad and smiled. She would never tire of that book, some things were distorted of course, but the basic frame was correct. Camille had managed to track down a copy on holiday in Greece; she wanted her first copy to be in the intended language. Camille remembers it all so vividly; the warm, misty breeze, the wonderful views, and the exhilarating feeling that she had walked this land once before, albeit by a different name. She chuckled at Alison's explanation, "Oh, I'm just unpacking over here, tying to get all settled."

Picking up another volume, she paused, on the cover was a sketch of what was supposed to be Paris; they never could get his nose right, but the set of his eyes was correct as was the slope of his jaw. The room had returned to its prior silence, say for the TV in the background. Placing the book in her lap, with a sad smile she turned to Alison, "This may sound, as you Americans say, weird," the word felt foreign on her tongue, but she continued, "But do you ever get the feeling that you're missing someone or something?" Camille averted her gaze back to the novel, her hand glossing over the cover thoughtfully.

All her life, Camille had felt a keen sense of loss as if something just wasn't right. Her Visions, for a start, didn’t even show Paris until she learned who he was; then a tidal wave of Visions came, him as a child playing on the cool marble floor, the two of them eating side by side joking and smiling… Camille shook her head, "It is a silly question, we hardly even know each other." Her hand laid the volume on the shelf carefully, "Forget I said anything.” She turned back to the bookcase and once more, placed her various novels on the shelf; all the while, her mind grasping at her recollections of Paris, his kindness and his brotherly love.

Word count: 458
To: Mandee/Alison
Notes:

[Alison Caroline Driscoll]

"I was taught as a child."[/color] Alison commented. She figured it was the best way to express that she hadn't had much practice in the language for a while without going into the details that she'd actually learned the language in a past life.

Alison smiled upon witnessing the other girl's excitement when it came to the books. "Well, I liked the movie, and they always say the book is better, so that one might be a good start. What's Le Petit Prince about?"[/color] She knew that the title itself meant 'The Little Prince', but she didn't have much else to go on. She watched as the other girl pulled out a good many books concerning Greece...some of which were actually in what she could only assume was Greek itself. That struck Alison as a little odd. She didn't know the language, but she recognized it well enough. It was just too bad the books weren't in Latin - Alison had taught both high school Latin and English in her past life. This was the first clue that Alison had that there might be more to Camille than just Camille Rochester.

"Don't worry, I don't consider it étrange at all."[/color] Alison commented with a smile, slipping in a bit of French for what she hoped would be the other girl's comfort. She just hoped that the other girl wouldn't misinterpret this as a license to go blabbing away in French at top speed. Alison knew and could speak French, yes, but she was a little rusty considering the last time she'd stepped foot in France was 1909. "I have felt that way, actually. I'd say it's not all that uncommon."[/color] She found herself wishing she could gush on about how she'd found Wilbur and Orville again - even though in this life she'd always had Wilbur around, she just wasn't aware of this. And neither was he until recently. There was one part of her life that was missing, though - Her husband, Harry Haskell. They'd married close to the end of her life, when she was 54 years old, but she still loved him and missed him. She found herself wondering if he'd been reincarnated as well. He wasn't exactly well known, not like her brothers were, for example, but she still wanted to hold out hope that he might be somewhere out there. Hopefully the truce that he and Orville had come to after her death would stick too. However, she also wasn't pining for him. That wasn't her style. If she came across him again she would be thrilled, but if she did not, then she would go on with her life. She didn't even feel the need to have a boyfriend. She had other things she wanted to accomplish first.

Not that she would complain if something did happen.

Ultimately, Alison shook her head at Camille's assertion to forget that she asked. It was too late for that for one thing, and besides, Alison was somewhat interested now. Even if there wasn't much that she could do about it.

Word count: 534
To: Ccals/Camille
Notes: Whee XD

[camillemrochester]

Camille smiled, "It’s about a Prince who travels the galaxy and meets people, some good, and some bad.” She grabs the book and places it on her bed, “It was published in 1943; I adore it, it’s a lovely book really.” Turning back to her box of books, she reveals more literature; there is no such thing as too much reading in Camille’s opinion. She cataloged the few plays she owns next to her sheet music and song books and then moved onto her school books. Done with her library for now, she stands dusting herself off and goes to recline on her bed. It’s all too comfortable and Camille sighs into her pillow, and rolls over staring at the bunk above her own. She’s plastered it with photos and mementos; Camille and her parents in front of the Acropolis, her first painting, a crown of dried flowers and ribbons, and finally the last photo taken of her before she moved to Riverdale. Her father snapped it while she was unaware, staring longingly at the Eiffel Tower, her hair was pulled back in a low pony tail and the wind blew a few stands into her face, there was a slight smile on her face, and Camille looked happy.

Camille turned to Alison and smiled at her comment, “Really?” It had already occurred to Camille that she had possibly already said too much, she’d have to be more careful about that. Casually, Camille hoisted her bag up on to the bed and rummaged through for her sketchbook. She’d done the reading for her classes already and needed something to fill the time. Sketching was soothing for her, granted it wasn’t like painting and you couldn’t over with charcoal like you could with paint. Camille cocked her head at a work in progress, wrinkling her nose in thought. It was an all right piece, just a landscape of Riverdale High. Flipping to a new page she mused at what she could possibly draw.

“I suppose it is rather common, isn’t it?” Camille replied; glad to know that she didn’t seem strange because of her previous question. It was a moment of weakness for her, and it would not happen again. At least, if she could help it. “I’m probably worrying about nothing, I’ll get over it in a few days I’m sure.” Grabbing her pencil she began to sketch the outline of her chosen figure; she was feeling a bit nostalgic and had decided on Paris and Hector. If she was feeling up to it, maybe she’d put herself in there somehow. Once the basic outlines were in place, Camille honed in on the more difficult features on the faces. Paris always appeared to be at ease, while Hector was standing straight his eyes focused on something out of view.

Camille’s visions rarely included Hector; he was the oldest son of Priam and Hecuba and the commander of the Trojan army. The years between them made it nearly impossible for Cassandra and Hector to bond, that and he thought she was insane and didn’t believe her visions. Part of Camille resents that loss, it was as if he didn’t even bother getting to know her; but the reasonable part of her says that Hector never got the chance too. She stopped her sketch and laid the pencil down, the day she witnessed Hectors mutilated body being dragged around the Trojan walls was a hot one. The winds didn’t bother to sigh, yet Achilles killed Hector without a second thought and proceeded to bastardize the traditions of her kingdom by harboring the body.

Camille pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed heavily, she loved Paris and Hector, and truly she had. But she warned Paris about what was to come of this, of him stealing fair Helen from Menelaus. She was beginning to have a headache, which could only mean… A burst of light flashed before her eyes: ”Your lovely bounty will be the death of this kingdom,” she turned to face her brother, “All of Troy will burn and many will die. I beg of you dear brother, please do not go for Helen.” Cassandra sank to her knees before Paris, tears streaming down her face, “Surely you can find another suitable bride? Father, he loves you dearly, I know, but he is ailing brother, each day he grows weaker and I fear…” She swallowed and shut her eyes, “I fear your conquest and the wrath of Agamemnon and Menelaus may kill him."

At this, Paris kneels beside her and brushes the hair from her eyes, “Sister, I know you possess this gift, but could it possibly be wrong? How could love bring such the vile curse of war and destruction?” He places a kiss to her forehead, “Helen is most beautiful and kind Cassandra, I hope that you can come to love her as a sister. But, before I go,” He’s facing her now, face full of love and trepidation, “Please tell me that none of this will come to pass; the war, death, and burning of Troy.” He laughs softly, “One word from you sis, and I will let Helen be as she is and sulk in misery for the rest of my days.”

She shuts her eyes and breathes out a sob, Paris is holding her close and murmuring kind and loving words, but she hears none of it. ‘Achilles,’ she remembers, ‘Achilles will come.’ With a vehement shake of her head, she pulls away from her brother and does the best to smile, “All will be right Paris, and I will love Helen as a dear sister. Your happiness matters greatly to me, and you will have bliss with your new bride.” She wasn’t lying to him, Paris and Helen would have bliss, and a few days worth at least; and then the fallout would come. Perhaps she could convince mother and father to see reason before the arrival of Achilles and the death of her kingdom.”

Camille felt as if she had been drowning, and coughed while scrambling for purchase. That… Well, her having a vision was probably a bit more apparent and obvious than she would have liked.

Word Count: 1,034
To: Mandee/Alison
Notes: Oops! That was rather long, wasn't it?

[Alison Caroline Driscoll]

"It sounds like a good book."[/color] Alison commented with a smile. The fact that it was published into 1943 also caught her attention, though 1943 sadly did not overlap with her own life. Had she not died relatively young, it might have - She would have been only 69 in 1943 had she survived pneumonia, after all.

The freshman watched as the other girl continued to unpack. There weren't too many more oddities at the moment, though volumes in Greek were odd enough. "Do you know Greek?"[/color] She couldn't stop herself from asking. As the other girl sought an affirmative answer to Alison's reassurance, Alison smiled and nodded. "Really."[/color] It was the least she could do. The girl seemed nervous about being in a new place, and as Alison was only a freshman herself, she could understand that feeling with relative recency. The girl's next words seemed to confirm this, though if Alison were expressly looking she might note that the other girl could have very well been talking about reincarnation, just like she was. In fact, the thought did cross Alison's mind, but she wasn't going to dwell on it. Again, it wasn't her job. "It's probably because you're in a new place."[/color] Alison supplied conversationally. New place or new life? "It's not too bad here...you'll get used to it soon enough."[/color]

Alison just wished she had it as easy as her brothers. What a fantastic twist of fate to end up rooming together! And with another reincarnate as well, so that they were free to be themselves, at least behind the door to the dorm? The only place Alison had found such solace yet was in the RSOR room, and she couldn't even go there that often. This was probably why she often found herself stopping by Oliver and Nate's room as of late. She could go there under the guise of bugging her older brother in this life, after all.

Needless to say, the freshman was not prepared for what happened next. Her roommate almost appeared to go off into another world for a few moments, and Alison's eyes widened at once as she pondered what the hell she would do if this ended up being a medical emergency. Then again, 911 seemed like a good fallback. Alison was pulling her phone out of her pocket when she heard the other girl coughing. Well, at least that was something, although she still had to admit that the other girl looked petrified. "Are you okay? What happened?"[/color] Alison asked in a concern voice, figuring it to be some sort of medical condition. If that was the case, it was probably a good idea to alert both Alison and Kodi so that they would know what to do in case of an emergency. Even though Alison was a reincarnate, and was starting to suspect the same of Camille, this strange occurrence and that weren't connecting in her mind.

Word count: 515
To: Ccals/Camille
Notes: Here we go

[camillemrochester]

Camille gulped in air with huge breaths. She could scarcely hear Alison, but she looked concerned; all she could do was calm herself down and think up some sort of explanation. “I’m,” she began but was interrupted by a cough, “I’m fine, I just zoned out. That happens sometimes,” she grabbed her water bottle from the side table and took a sip. After satisfying her thirst, Camille set it back down and muttered to herself, “They’re never that bad…”[/b] She wondered why she had that reaction coming out of the Vision. She coughed again, clearing her throat and addressed Alison, “I’m sorry if I frightened you, I meant no harm by it.” Camille methodically gathered up her sketchbook and charcoal, placing them safely in her bag. The girl on alert; usually her Visions had no dramatic effects, she merely zone out of one world and focused on the other.

She had, as of late, felt a higher energy whenever she did have a Vision. It was as if there air was statically charged with something. It was strange, to say the least. Camille was wound up about the entire situation though; ever since arriving at Riverdale she found that she couldn’t relax because of it. It was unnerving and embarrassing. She chanced a look to Alison, “I’m fine, really I am.” Her small smile of reassurance did little to validate her claim. Camille picked up the book she was currently reading, and flipped open to her bookmark. At times like these, in lieu of an explanation Camille usually just occupies herself with something else. It was cowardly and she knew that; but what was she supposed to do? Simply say, 'I just had a Vision, no big deal. Also, Cassandra of Troy, you’ve heard of her? Yeah, well that was me in my past life.'

Uh, no. Alison might ask questions, well she probably would. And Camille would come up with a logical explanation for them. I was thinking, I fell asleep sitting up, something to that effect. It worried her that she would be found out and institutionalized or taken away for experimentation. Maybe she’d seen too many X-Men films. What if she was the only one like this? Or, what if there were more like her; not with the Visions, but who had memories of their past lives? It was preposterous. But maybe the others like her would explain why the air was so heavily charged. Too many questions, not enough reading. Once again, Camille lost herself a world she could control.

Word Count: 428
To: Mandee/Alison
Notes: None

[Alison Caroline Driscoll]

Alison was not convinced. Why would she be? This was more than just the typical 'zoning out'. Zoning out didn't usually end in someone erupting into a coughing fit. The fact that Camille was trying to play this off also struck her as suspicious. She was happy to see that Camille seemed to feel better after drinking from a water bottle located nearby. "Do you need any more? Water, I mean."[/color] Alison indicated, noting the water bottle. Then Camille said something that caused Alison to do another double take. "Never that bad?"[/color] Now Alison knew it was more than just 'zoning out'. She wasn't stupid, plus she was a reincarnate. Now, she wasn't going to out and out ask 'did you relive something from your past life', but Alison was finding it increasingly harder not to say anything to the sort. As a member of RSOR, she knew that there were others like her out there. However, she was also aware that she couldn't be as rash as Orville about the whole thing, lest the anti-RSOR start referring to her as Katharine as well.

The fifteen year old raised an eyebrow when Camille insisted that she was okay. "You're not, but we'll go with it for now."[/color] Oh yes, Alison was aware that something was up, and she wasn't about to play it off as though she wasn't. It annoyed her enough that she had to play innocent around the anti-RSOR (though it could be fun at times). This statement had an impact, yet didn't outwardly hint at what Camille might truly be. It did, however, showcase that Alison Driscoll was not as stupid as Camille was clearly hoping for, and that she might have some idea after all.

Alison watched as Camille slipped off again, though Alison could note that there was something different about this. Before it almost seemed as though Camille was lost in another world, completely lost, almost as though she were having some sort of petit mal seizure - this, on the other hand, looked more normal. It looked more like a girl losing herself in thought, which Alison assumed was indeed the case. Whether this was an accurate assumption or not remained to be seen. "What's on your mind?"[/color] Alison asked. It was an open-ended question that could allow any sort of response. Now, how exactly would Camille respond given the situation?

Word count: 418
To: Ccals/Camille
Notes: This was kinda short. >.<

[camillemrochester]

Camille sighed at her inability to convince Alison that everything was all right. She was always a horrible liar. She continued to glance through her book, attempting to focus on the characters dialogue. She’d only made it past a few pages when Alison asked what she was thinking about. “Well currently I’m wondering why I can’t focus on this book or much of anything right now.” She puffed a sigh and closed the novel setting it back on the side table. Her headache was slowly dwindling away when she realized the time; it was a quarter after nine and if she left to shower now, she’d have enough time to blow dry her hair before going to sleep. Granted, she could do that in the morning; but the warm water would be soothing and relax her wound up muscles.

“I think I’m going to shower and come up with an answer to your question.” She got up and found her shower caddy with her toiletries. Grabbing her towels and slipping on her robe, Camille unlocked the door and walked into the small bathroom. Setting down the caddy, she hung up her towels and turned on the tap. Waiting for the water to heat up, Camille hung up her robe as well and then stepped into the stall. While soaping up, she began to think that Alison would figure her out quite soon. The girl seemed to have a few assumptions already mapped out and it was only a matter of time until she confronted Camille. Reaching for her razor and shaving cream, she hesitated; would Alison confront her? And if so, what would she want to know?

Camille vowed to keep tabs on herself from now on; she mustn’t let anything else slip. She began to shave her legs, and let her mind wander. This inevitably led to her thinking about Paris and her Visions; she’d reasoned that she couldn’t ask ‘what if…’ about her time as Cassandra anymore. Her refusal of Apollo granted her the gift of foresight, but the curse that no one would believe her. Camille knew that, she did, but it didn’t change her questions about it. Setting the razor aside, Camille felt a keen prick of pain on her calf. Glancing down she saw a stream of blood, of course she would cut herself shaving. Grabbing some soap with a shake of her head, she cleaned the wound. With a quick wash of her hair, she stepped out of the shower and dried herself off.

Hopping out of the bathroom (she didn’t want to put pressure on her injured leg) Camille located her first aid kit and dug around for Neosporin and a band-aid. Ironically enough, she only had Hello Kitty bandages but figured they would do just fine. She cleaned the cut and covered it with the band-aid. Looking to Alison she sighed, “I still don’t have an answer for you,” she conceded, “I’m not really thinking about much, which is probably the issue.” Taking her hair down from the towel, Camille combed through the wet stands and applied a serum. “Well, that’s not entirely true…” she murmured turning to her roommate, “I was thinking about the Trojan War.”

With all that said and done, Camille grabbed her blow dryer and plugged it in. She hoped to clear her head for a bit before Alison could respond. Turning on the device, she flipped her head upside-down to dry the underside of her hair. The heat from the dryer and whrrr of it was nice and provided a solace of sorts.

Word Count: 596
To: Mandee/Alison
Notes: None

[Alison Caroline Driscoll]

In Camille's defense, it wasn't so much that she was a horrible liar that Alison was used to seeing through excuses. She'd grown up with four older brothers in her past life (and one in this one, who incidentally happened to be one of her past brothers reincarnated), and had already seen what excuses would fly (pardon the pun) and which ones wouldn't. Moreso, she'd been a teacher in her past life. It was part of her job to see through the silly excuses that her students offered up for not doing their homework or goofing off in class. Therefore, it was only second nature for Alison to see that Camille wasn't giving her everything.

"Maybe your mind's on something else?"[/color] Alison offered, though backed off when Camille told her that she was going to take a shower. She was able to get the hint right then and there. Camille was clearly feeling uncomfortable, and Alison hadn't let up. She was being almost as bad as the Anti-RSOR, and she wanted to kick herself for it. The girl deserved a bit of a break, and so Alison found herself working on her homework once more. This time, she decided to work on some math homework. Algebra was easy enough, thankfully. It was the higher up maths that she was worried about. Worse came to worse she could probably get Will or Orv to help her, though.

As she heard the bathroom door open, Alison took a haphazard glance over at her roommate, who she saw was hopping. Alison raised an eyebrow, though the look on her face softened as she saw that the girl was only going for a bandaid. It didn't take long for Alison to reach the logical conclusion - The other girl had cut herself shaving. No big deal, and Alison wasn't even going to address the subject out loud. She went to go back to her homework, in order to give Camille ample time to think of how she wished to answer Alison's questions, when Camille spoke. Alison looked up from her book at once. "Well, you had other matters to tend to."[/color] Alison gestured toward the band-aid on the other girl's calf.

Then, just as Camille provided Alison with an answer, she turned on the hair dryer. Alison looked a tad annoyed at this - The other girl had gone and answered her question, without even giving Alison a chance to respond! She figured this was intentional, which only added to her annoyance. She was half tempted to rip the plug out of the wall and tell the other girl how rude that was. She resisted, however, and instead waited until the other girl was done with what she was doing. It would give her a chance to think about what she wanted to say next anyway. When the dryer was off, Alison jumped right on her chance to respond. "I see. You have an interest in that time? I just had a dream about the 1800s myself...a young girl going to check on her older brothers in a barn during a tornado. What were you thinking about?"[/color] Alison commented in an offhand fashion as she flipped to another page in her book.

Word count: 554
To: Ccals/Camille
Notes: And I think we're nearing the end of this, since I don't want to encroach on Dante's territory...but at least this is giving Camille something to work off of in your rp with Dante? ^^