the radio star

cameron white. 25. hacker extrodinare. 

[cameronxwhite]

( maya hawke, 25, cis woman, she/her ) — Look who it is! If you take a look at our database, you’ll find that CAMERON WHITE is a 25 year old CONVENIENCE STORE EMPLOYEE/HACKER that’s been in Chicago for FOURTEEN YEARS. According to the file, they’re a mutant on LEVEL 3 with the power of TEHCNOLOGY MANIPULATION. That must be why they’re RESILIENT and RECLUSIVE. If you ask me, they remind me of the pattern of microchips, music playing off of forgotten headphones, the smell of a soldering tool. They are affiliated with THE KAPPA RUNAWAYS. 

BASICS

Name: Cameron Etta White

Nickname(s): Cam, Cammy, Camcorder (Hacker alias)

DOB: April 12th, 1997

Age: 25

Zodiac Sign: Aries

Sexuality: Lesbian

Traits: (+) Intelligent, self-sufficient, cunning (-) Awkward, high-strung, intense

Occupation: Convenience Store Employee/Hacker

Family: Stephanie White (née Cook) – Mother (Deceased), Patrick White – Father (Deceased), Robert White — Uncle (Living, Estranged)

APPEARANCE

Height: 5′7

Eye Color: Blue (Silver when powers are in use)

Hair Color: Blonde

Ethnicity: White

Nationality: American

Aesthetic:

Tattoos: None

Piercings: Double Lobes, Nose (stud)

BACKGROUND

triggers: death, car accident, kidnapping, abuse

Cameron was born into a household that was all about living life to the fullest. Adventure, exploration, and discovery was encouraged deeply by her parents, and she took that and ran with it, taking life by storm. She thought that was what life would always be. Of course, reality has a way of creeping in on a person, no matter how young they might be. And, in Cameron’s case, she was eleven. Months away from going into a middle school, her parents died in a car accident. It was sudden, and unexpected. The car’s breaks just failed on the way home from a camping trip, and little Cameron was left alone in the world. 

It was her Uncle, her Father’s Brother, who was chosen to take her in if anything ever happened to her parents. Contracted in the will, Cam had no room for argument, and no agency to make that choice for herself. Her Uncle Robert was a good man at his core. He loved Cameron, and wanted what was best for her, but helping a child through grief with no experience was an impossible task, and it left their relationship estranged. His attempts to keep her safe, happy, and healthy were attempting to keep her in a box. The girl who had been reared with the spirit of adventure and purpose was being pinned down. Little did her Uncle know, he was simply crafting her into an icarus. 

Teenage rebellion was inevitable, but Cameron’s stemmed past sneaking out and underage drinking. She started learning the inner workings of technology. Computers, laptops, and phones, breaking and coding them so her Uncle couldn’t go through them— or at least if he did making it so he couldn’t find anything incriminating. She was impressively skilled at it, too, managing to sneak around him for years with only what she learned about from library computers and school books tucked in the back of the library. But, it was inevitable that she would trip up at some point. Or, at least, she thought she had.

Cameron was fourteen when her Uncle finally clocked her behavior after she had lapsed on getting rid of school emails that exposed her skipping class, and she was sat down for a chat about it. She doesn’t remember exactly how it happened, but she recalls the way panic swelled in her chest as she watched him reach for the laptop, ready to ground her for life no doubt. But, as his hand reached for the computer, sparks emitted from the bottom, the screen going blue, and then snapping to a black, unresponsive state. Uncle Robert received a few, unexpected burns on his hand from it, and the way he stared at Cameron, her usual vibrant blue eyes glowing a silver until they dimmed back to Blue burned into his memory. He hadn’t signed up to raise a mutant teenager. Hell, he had barely signed up to raise a teenager. 

From that moment, her Uncle seemed to shut down on her. There wasn’t any true rejection, but there was a disconnect. It was as if the moment he learned she was a mutant, he had given up on her completely. She was four years from being out of his charge, anyway, so Cameron saw that as permission to do as she pleased. 

Acts of rebellion turned into work she did for extra cash, her new skills for hacking becoming impressively helpful in getting extra cash. It started small. Changing letter grades here and there, deleting emails, and other ways to help kids get around punishments from their parents. But, things got more intense as time went on, Cameron learning how to bring her newfound ability into her hacking skills. She could plunge classrooms into full technology breakouts to delay tests, alter scantron machines from a distance to read test sheets wrong, and speed digital clocks up to get out of class early. Each use of her powers meant glowing silver eyes and the occasional nosebleed, but if it got her out of things, she couldn’t care less. 

Things escalated at some point from getting out of school work to causing real problems. Hacking ATMs for extra cash, frying the electrical in fences to make it easier to break and enter, and messing with digital records at the police station to keep her and her friends out of trouble. It all came to a head when Cam turned Sixteen and her antics caught up to her. Not by the police, of course, they weren’t savvy enough to catch her in the act. But, the AMMOs was another story. 

They had caught on to Cameron at some point, tracking her moves carefully until they finally managed to catch her red handed, tampering with yet another ATM to pay back a friend who had spotted her for alcohol. She had barely made it out the back of the library when she was grabbed and shoved in the back of some van. 

Frankly, she doesn’t know if anyone noticed or tried to look for her. Her Uncle barely clocked when she was home anymore, or if she didn’t come home for extended periods of time. As far as Cam’s concerned, he just assumed she ran away for good. Little did he know, she was a hostage of the government, treated like a lab rat. She spent eight years watching people come and go, be tormented, and watching some go and never return if they fought back too much. The details sometimes remain fuzzy for her to date, but she knows that the nightmares that keep her up at night, and the phantom pain that courses through her on occasion is a product of her time there. 

It was a no brainer to join the escape when it was planned. They had created their own worst enemy in strengthening Cameron’s powers, and she might not have been able to hack everything, but she could sure as hell fry a circuit board in her sleep thanks to them. 

It’s been a year since she escaped, and she spends most of her time in the warehouse that she and the others had claimed for themselves, getting the first job that wouldn’t ask questions about her forged paperwork and the fake last name she plastered on the documents to keep herself under the radar. Of course, working at a shitty convenience store doesn’t rake in the money, so Cameron found herself falling into her hacker lifestyle once again, taking any job that crossed her path on the grayest parts of the internet to make extra cash. All she needed to do was stay afloat, and if that meant walking the line of immorality to do so, then so be it. It wasn’t as if anyone else in the world was all that morally upright, anyway. Even the ones who claimed they were. 

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[cameronxwhite]

romy-rubenstein​:

“Ca-a-am!“ Romy trills out the name, jogging the last few steps to catch up with her with the distinctive squishing, splattering sound of soggy shoes hitting cement. “I’m bored. And hungry. Let’s go to Maple & Ash.” It’s the most expensive, exclusive restaurant nearby, and Romy wants to try their fire roasted seafood tower. Will they want to let soggy Romy and scruffy Cameron into their restaurant? Definitely not, but Romy never let a thing like being unwelcome stop her from going where she pleases. Cameron has the distinction of being one of the few people in Romy’s life who will go along with any plan, no matter how poorly thought out. That, and she’s usually willing to indulge Romy’s request for funny photoshopped images. @cameronxwhite​

“Ooh, you know, I left my fine dining clothes at home.” Cam quips, tugging gently on the hem of her faded button down, hanging open on her shoulders. It was missing two buttons that Cam was too lazy to find replacements for, let alone reattach. “I mean, you know poverty chic is all in with the rich now, though. Maybe they’ll just think I’m one of those uber rich people that dresses poorly for some reason.” She motioned to Romy, and her constantly damp exterior. “You, however, are going to cause a scene.” Cam cracks a mischievous smirk. “As long as we don’t get arrested, I’ll film it.”

[cameronxwhite]

sureameline​

ameline would walk through his thought process… if he were familiar with nicknames. no king had been referred to as ‘dick’ ( not as a nickname, at least ), after all ! and even less had been referred to as ‘rick’ ! how was he meant to connect the dots ? this ‘google’ would have to satiate their curiosity. “ my own nickname… ? ” they seemed a bit… funny. after nearly 700 years of going by his birth name and his birth name alone, he would be exceptionally uncomfortable going by anything else, even if it were just a twist on his birth name ! “ ‘a’ for ‘agamemnon.’ ” ( now, he thought that that was exceptionally funny… but was it really ? )

“If you want one. It’s not, like, a requirement or anything.” Most people called her Cam. It felt weird going by anything else, even Cameron on certain days. But, that was her own uneasiness left behind that surrounded her name and the things she went though. Although, this entire conversation was making her question the existence and relevancy of nicknames on the whole. But, that was a crisis for another day. For now, she would just try and teach Ameline about the weird modern things they’d come up with over the centuries. “Or A for Agamemnon, sure. Whatever suits you, really.”

[cameronxwhite]

sureameline​

“ richard… and dick… ? ” king dick iii… the more ameline learned about modern culture, the less they understood it. ‘cam’ for ‘cameron’ – they could see the logic behind it, at least. the same went for ‘danny’ for ‘daniel’ and ‘will’ for ‘william,’ but ‘amy’ for ‘ameline’ ? how did they arrive there ? what about it was more recognizable ? and ‘goober’ for ‘cameron’ ? if he were a robot, he would surely be short-circuiting. “ i do not believe i like it. ” a statement of fact ! a statement that did not need to be said aloud, but the recent presence of leonarda in his life had reminded him that he was allowed to assert himself and his ( non-sinful ) desires ! and cameron doubled down on that ! but… that didn’t mean he was very talented at it… “ you… ” she was more familiar with the way the 21st century worked. “ how do i… tell them ? ”

“Yeah, kind of unfortunate, huh? I’ll have to google it.” A concept she was glad to have a grasp on, since it was likely Ameline didn’t. Not that Cam was here to judge, she wasn’t naive to the fact the modern culture was confusing to most, especially those who existed even before the 20th century, let alone 21st. “Well, you could just ask them nicely next time they say it to not call you that. Tell them what you’d prefer to be called. You could ask them to just call you Ameline if you’d like or you could come up with your own nickname that you do like they could call you by. Like... I don’t know. Maybe something like A? A for Ameline?”

[cameronxwhite]

𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢​

Escaped government fugitive. Good God, it’s like working with the mob again, but with less connections to organized crime. It’s nothing that she won’t dismiss, but it’s certainly not a dealbreaker—Lord knows that January is on several government databases, and that she’s certainly turned people into spatters under her well-shod heel. Enough to know that if the government wanted to, they could try to bring her in.

She laughs first at the statement, as if she would turn away from a mutant in need—from the reviled Kappa facility no less. She’s heard stories, and all of them seem like good fuel for her to tear everything in there apart. “Darling, you’re safe with me. I can’t promise much, but I will promise your safety and protection.” Her eyes look at her critically, searching for any more signs of nervousness, looking to allay them. “I won’t breathe a word, and if anyone comes looking, I’ll be going to you for anything. Of course, if you simply want them dead? Well, that would be a simple text.”

~ 

It’s not necessarily the reaction Cam was expecting, though she’s not sure she fully knew what she was expecting in the first place. It was a hell of a bomb to drop, but January seems to take it in stride. Not really offering pity, but protection. Protection Cam would be foolish to pass up. She fully believed the only person more powerful than Kappa, at this point, was January. The protection she offered was not lip service, and that was a rarity in this world.

“Thank you. I’m just... I’ve been trying to keep a low profile. Stay off as many radars as I can. That’s how I intend to keep going with it, too.” What else did she have but that? No money, no family, no home— just herself, and whatever piece of reality she could create and cling to like a lifeline. “But, I appreciate it. A lot. And I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.”

[cameronxwhite]

𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢​

         “i understand.” he can fully imagine why this would be so important to her, and why she would be so desperate to see it through. he only hopes that it does work out… the only thing worse than not having hope is having it stripped away. “i don’t want to helicopter you, or anything. i know you can take care of yourself, but… someone should be around. it doesn’t have to be me, but… just a couple booths over, you know? nobody needs to listen in.”

“Fine, yeah. I don’t think I want the others to know. Not yet, at least. I don’t know, it just seems like a weird thing to bring up to anyone else.” Not that she wasn’t close with the others. Cameron just didn’t feel like displaying vulnerability to anyone else this week. It was bad enough she had gotten caught up in her own emotions around Monty, and now Danny, too. “I’d rather you just do it. Besides, I know you won’t eavesdrop.”

[cameronxwhite]

𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚢​

.

if monty were a different man, perhaps he would’ve thought to get a job within the government. then, as it stood, there was no way in heaven or hell that monty could ever get a job that required 1) a thorough background check, 2) formal education, and 3) total reliability – which meant most jobs. he couldn’t exactly put in a notice with any superior, drop by and ask for time-off because time is going to whisk him away to the battle of cambrai, wish him luck ! radio was as good as it was going to get. but that was all may getting on an unintentional and unplanned tangent. what she meant to say was that monty reaching the government was nothing more than a pipe dream. but it was a pipe dream he wouldn’t let go of. if old rock stars could speak in front of the UN (…i know this is an alternate timeline, but looking at you, roger waters!), then certainly monty, who had surveyed every inch of 20th century conflict and observed everything that still hadn’t been fixed ( heck, half of it had been made worse ! ), could be of importance one day ! …if they would listen to a man claiming he’d been alive in 1921 and in 2289, all while appearing to be… normal human age. but he would have to ! he would have to find a way ! and he would ! and maybe the operation related to cam was related to the next oncoming disaster ! the early 2020s would finally make sense if it were.  not that he could ask for details. as much as he wanted to, as much as he wanted to pick apart what could cause the next horrid affair that the usa got themselves involved in, he knew that he couldn’t ask for details if he wanted to have this remaining bit of flesh and blood he had in his life. one day, perhaps. one day, when she wasn’t as jumpy and hesitant, but until that day ? his eye would simply have to be out… as it always was.  selfishly, having flesh and blood was more important. he knew time would yank him away if something happened that was meant to kill him before she was done with him ( and, for that matter, he knew that he would go out with a torturous bang ! ), and he knew that she would eventually yank him away anyway, so could he not glow in this chance to have family for just a year ? could he not place focus on his happiness, on something that would make him feel whole, for just a year ? could he not be left alone for just a year ? could he not act for just a year ?  …he narrowly avoided doing a subtle fist-pump when she agreed to the proposition. “ that’s swell ! ” ( that already sounded pretty lame and overexcited – at least he managed to not lead with ‘gee!’ ) “ what are some good days ? ”

~

All Cam can do at this point is dampen the small nagging voices in her head that are trying to convince her of so many different things at once. One voice wants her to change her mind, pick up the bat, and beat the guy with it. There’s no way he’s real. This has to be some sort of ruse, because who has an Uncle appear out of thin air, claiming to be a time traveler? The only question there is: What does he get out of any of this? She has no money, no prospects, and no power. She’s not even got enough standing in society to be used as a pawn for something else. Cam hovers strictly around ‘barely existing’ at all times, much preferred by her. 

On the other hand, this all could be real. And this could be the tether to her life she had been so desperate for all these years. How much did he know about the family? How much could he tell her, and help her remember? Sometimes, she worried she’d forget the sight of her parents’ faces, especially without any pictures to look through. Could she makes out the family features in his face? Could it be the link she needed?

Hell if she knew, but her mind would not quiet, even as Monty began to speak again, which such genuine excitement that it was almost enough for Cam to buy that this was all true, and silence the other voice in her head. But, her trust could not be so easily won.

Cam racks her brain for a moment, trying to focus her mind on the schedule, and not the befuddlement that was currently clouding all her decision making skills, and better judgement. “Uh, I’m off Wednesday and Friday next week. Either one of those.”

[cameronxwhite]

𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢​

         “exactly, you have people you can rely on.” which is the reason that she should allow someone to come along, even if they don’t actually ever talk to this supposed uncle. “i know it’s… hard.” danny isn’t exactly in the same position, having been able to crawl back to his mother after everything had gone down. a difficult affair, given her own role in the atrocity. cameron, by contrast, has had nobody to return to. “but you don’t have to do it alone. you shouldn’t do it alone. i really, really want this to work out for you, but you should always have someone ready to watch your back. even if it doesn’t end up being needed.”

“Danny, I—” Cam bites her tongue before she can say something irrational. Something too emotional that opens the flood gates she doesn’t know how to close. “Hard might be an understatement.” She’s alone. Not in the sense of the runaways, or even in her everyday life. But Cameron has no roots. No family to turn to. No one to share childhood stories with, or even physical reminders and images of where she came from. Cam has no choice but to float through life untethered. Monty, whether he’s a fake or not, is the first lifeline she had been offered in ten years. “Alright. Yeah. That’s fine. Just— distance would be nice. I want to talk to him in private at least.”

[cameronxwhite]

𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎​

ameline furrowed his eyebrows, lips parting slightly over… this. had mortals really become too lazy to say someone’s full name ? why, he thought that the world turning to just addressing one by their first name was a change ! that turning ‘leonarda faustina liberta da sabbioneta’ to ‘leonarda’ was a remarkable change – now people couldn’t even say three syllables ? but first – first, before asking about how long this had been a thing, ameline needed some more clarity: “ i still do not… fully understand… how have they both gotten from am-uh-leen to a-mee ? is it this way for… ? ”

How the hell does a person explain nicknames? Cameron herself doesn’t even know the purpose behind them, at least not in a way that might make sense to Ameline. She knows he sees the world differently than someone who was brought up in it the way she was. “Well, am-uh or leen don’t make for very good names. Amee is more… recognizable to the human brain? Like, people named Richard get the nickname Dick all the time. I couldn’t tell you where that comes from if my life depended on it. I mean, sometimes nicknames don’t even have anything to do with names. My parents used to call me a goober all the time, and that's a type of nut. It’s not mean or anything, at least they don’t think it’s mean. If you don’t like it, you could ask them to stop calling you that, and I’m sure they would.” Or face the iron fist of Cameron White if not.

[cameronxwhite]

𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢​

         “don’t be ridiculous. you don’t have anything to apologize for.” nor, technically does he… but that’s a different topic of conversation. cameron has come here for help, or advice, or… something and his knee-jerk reactions aren’t going to help. they’ve all been through times like this. he just has to remember who the real enemy is. it’s not just anyone, including himself, who snaps. “but you just have to… i mean, we’re sticking our necks out by living out here, you know? even if it ended up being some sort of sick ploy, there’s a better chance that we’ll get out if we stick together. going through it alone has never worked out.” it’s advice that danny wouldn’t take, himself… but that doesn’t matter right now. “you’re not losing it. you’re just… i mean, it’s only natural to hope you’d have someone you could rely on.”

Cam opens her mouth to argue, but snaps it shut again. It’s a losing battle to try and convince Danny otherwise, and it’s not what’s important anyway. It’s better to just let sleeping dogs lie, and deal with the real issue. The real issue that he keeps making very good points on. If she were in any other position other than her own, she’d be the first to volunteer to do some sort of stakeout to keep guard. It’s just an impossible task for her to accept it from others, apparently. “You’re right... I should let someone else be there. Even if it’s just a couple booths over.” It might be odd to bombard her weird, time traveling Uncle with a stranger, too. Especially after all the trouble he went through to track her down. “I just— I have people to rely on. You. The others. I just... convinced myself I’d never reconnect with my family again after all of this, and now...” 

[cosmicretreat]

[cameronxwhite]

𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢​

         “i’m sorry.” he offers the apology as a reflex, before he can think better of it. but instead of recalling it, danny tightens his shoulder and straightens his spine. he doesn’t want her to feel guilty for lashing out, particularly considering the circumstances… nobody is perfect all the time, right? he’s not even afraid of her. not really. but years under the knife mean he struggles with disapproval—or, more accurately, anyone’s temper. “i know it’s just a lot to take in. but if it… does end up being something dangerous…” and he really hopes it’s not! “you don’t have to do it alone. i’d rather be involved than see you get hurt—and i think anyone else here would feel the same.”

“Danny, I’m the one that’s supposed to be apologizing, here,” She makes sure it comes across as a joke, but she’s serious all the same. “I’m the asshole here, let me do the sorries, and you accept the apology.” It’s never her intention to hurt anyone, especially the other runaways. Even just raising her voice can be a lot. Trauma is a hell of a thing. “I can’t ask anyone to risk blowing their cover for me. One former Kappa runaway turning up in a holding cell is a lucky break for the government. Two is too happy of a coincidence, you know?” That’s only one possibility for what could happen, but getting caught is always on the back of her mind. “I just— don’t know how I can ask anyone to stick their necks out like that. Not after all we’ve been through. But, I can’t ghost on this. I want to see it through.” She groans, head falling forward as she weighs out all her options in real time. “Have I cracked? Am I finally losing it?”

[cameronxwhite]

𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚜𝚘𝚗​

@cameronxwhite​

Samson arrived with two armfuls of groceries: it’s mainly canned goods, bottled water, and a couple toiletries. Anything that will last a while, that any of the other runaways could be in need of. He knows he’s been distant from the others since their escape. At most he’d made sure to get them some cash, but now things seem to have settled into something close to a routine he can finally do a bit more. Stepping in quietly, even armed with bags, he’s still not as quiet as usual. Difficult to sneak as well as a fox in his human form. “Honey, I’m home!” Samson calls out with a bright, only slightly forced grin.

Cam had scarcely seen Samson the past few weeks. She never thought much of it. Life could be a lot, who was she to judge how he chose to cope with it? Hell, she was sure her way of bottling things up, and trying to force herself back into society was no better. But, it was always good to see him, and Cam was quick to abandon her current task to greet him, offering up her hands to take some groceries from him. “Long time no see, Foxy, how are you doing?”

[cameronxwhite]

𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢​

          he can’t help but flinch back as cameron snaps at him. it’s not like her to get defensive like this, but then… he can’t really blame her for that either. “you don’t have to apologize,” he says, although he still shrinks a little from her outburst. hard to get over things like that, isn’t it? “i just want you to be safe.” after a pause, he adds, “and if you do want someone to come with you, i’m here for you. otherwise… i’ll be waiting up for when you get back.”

“No, no. Don’t— don’t do that okay?” It’s like a knife to the heart watching him shrink away from her. It’s just as much of an instinct as it is for her to lash out, but she doesn’t like to be the one to cause those feelings. “I’m just— freaked out and frustrated. It doesn’t give me an excuse to take it out on you, and I’m sorry.” Her face screws up in frustration before releasing to something much more tired. Much more vulnerable. “I just... need to think about this. Its fucking weird on its own that this is even happening. And, I appreciate you offering to come with me, I just need to decide what the fuck I’m doing. Besides, if it is bad, and he is bad news, the last thing I want is to get anyone else involved.”

[cameronxwhite]

𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢​

         it’s not that danny wants to burst her bubble. the prospect of family, particularly when she’s lost so much, has to be an appealing one. and it’s true that it’s unlikely to be kappa ( they would just pick her up, no tricks necessary ) or someone looking to earn an extra buck. but the improbability of it all… something just doesn’t feel right. “well…. legit or not, someone should definitely come with you. and it should be somewhere public.” obviously, she would know this… but he’s worried for her. he can’t help but want to keep her safe.

“I don’t need a babysitter,” Cam snaps on instinct. It’s not a fair reaction by any means, Danny’s only worried. He’s trying to help. But, Cam doesn’t know how to accept help from others, especially when it involves a part of her life that’s already incredibly vulnerable. “Sorry. I’m sorry, it’s not... it’s not you. It’s just all of this. I— it’s just lunch. In a public restaurant, I already made that clear. But, if this is dangerous for whatever reason, I run the risk of getting someone from here involved, and blowing our cover sky high.”

[cameronxwhite]

𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎​

ameline hummed, recalling all of the times an ‘amy’ was sought in his presence… “ daniel has greeted her, this ‘amy,’ around me, but i saw no one but myself. ” his hearing may have been going, but his sight was still keen ! “ and a man named william – he invited amy to watch a very angry woman sing in her school choir - ” - glee club - “ - whilst dreaming of ‘broadway,’ but only took me. is she… ? ” ameline didn’t even have a theory ! could daniel and william see ghosts ? did an ‘amy’ follow him around ? it seemed like the only logical solution…

It clicks pretty fast that he’s talking about himself. Well, for Cam it does. Apparently, nicknames were not on the list of things he knew about, and then got transferred on to Cam’s list of ‘things that are so innate, they are damn near impossible to explain’. “There is no she. Amy is you, bud. It’s a nickname. A uh— well sometimes it’s a shortened piece of your name. Like, you probably hear lots of people call me Cam, right? But my name is Cameron. Cam is a nickname.”

[cameronxwhite]

𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢​

         of all the things she could have said… this doesn’t even begin to make the list. is there a protocol for things like this? as far as long lost family goes, adding time travel into the mix would certainly complicate things. assuming, of course, that something nefarious isn’t going on. “i…” he trails off, eyes narrowed in thought. he’s not exactly the best at advice, even with more normal situations. “have you been able to, i don’t know, verify this with anyone?”

Cam deflates slightly at the question, knowing damn well all she has to go on is her gut. “N— No, not really. My parents died when I was a kid, and my only living family is my Uncle. But, he doesn’t exactly know that I’m alive, and I’m trying to keep it that way.” Safer for all parties considering her Uncle never knew how to deal with her anyway. “It’s... I don’t know, it’s too complicated to be Kappa, and it’s not like I have any money or power to try and steal... my gut tells me he’s legit.”