Subs switches and especially Nurses, deserve your respect just as much as anyone else.
Camille Diahann Johnson, RN, submissive. A Change Is Gonna Come
-Sam Cooke
I know Halloween is upon us and yes I still need costume suggestions, but I want to start a fight. What’s your opinion on candy corn? And does it belong in the buckets of children? Are we still pretending those little root beer barrels are good?
Ghost. You should go with that. It’s suuuper fitting or whatever. Candy corn is the devils candy and should be thrown in the trash yesterday. Be a decent human and spring for the funsized snickers.
PRIVATE: I think you’re only the villain if you wanna be, mistakes don’t make villains. But I’m in the same camp. Super mythos isn’t really my favorite at all, but I’m not a huge comic person either. I just watch the movies and stuff, the cartoons, when I can. But hey, if that’s what you wanna do, you should try one time. Just hide out in the bathroom or something. Wow.. that sounds.. like a lot. I’ve only ever been to the ER once. I can’t imagine working there. Yeah, yeah, I will! Just, you know. Having the time, and making sure All Along the Watchtower doesn’t jitter my bones too hard this time.
That’s what I hear. It’s hard to really step around and find stuff without running into insensitivity. For race or for marks or gender or sexuality… or anything in between. I can give it a go for sure. Uhm, for books, though, I don’t know if that translates– I usually like fantasy and supernatural stuff. If that helps at all. Not too much sci-fi, but I can appreciate it.
PRIVATE:
Villains are commonly made from one mistake. I’m also going to have to get you some villain origin stories. They’re the best ones. I won’t really. I’m not for actually shoving my idiosyncrasies down people’s throats anymore, ...they really are the best origin stories though. But anywho, it’s just what I’m feeling right now. The weight is heavy. Whatever though. Yeah goodie goodie heroes, ones that are perfect and never do anything wrong and are just not human, never really my faves. Like Batman and Storm act on emotions sometimes and it bites them in the ass and they have missteps but they’re still so heroic. Storm is so underrated btw, if you don’t know her get on it. Cartoons are a good way to go, I'm watching an early 90s Xmen episode on my break right now. Maybe if I get some people in my life who’d be willing to post my bail JIC i get caught. But that’s a good idea.I imagine it being like some 80s movie locked-in-the-mall montage. It is definitely a lot, but sometimes it’s quiet, and thats totally erie. I used t want out of the E.R. like I wanted to be a surgeon when I was younger so I thought I should def be a surgical nurse than, at least but you don’t get the same patient interaction. And I like talking to them and calming them down and making them laugh or whatever… I like that part of the job, except when they try and deck me. That’s happened a couple times. You gotta make time. If not for that just some fun stuff, but make time for BSG too. Like love on yourself a little. You know. Treat yo self. I have some connections if you want to get those jittery old man bones checked out.
Yeah, its hard being in that fandom world to, so I’m usually stuck fangirling or criticizing on my couch with my silent momma. Thank God for Marry, when he’s around, my only geek saving grace. But sometimes its really worth it. Seeing the creative ways people tell these fantastical stories. The way their brains work I swear for lordt I wish I had that vision. Definitely translates. What are you reading and loving now?
The fatigue thing has been off and on for a few ….months?….but honestly I thought it was stress related. The dizzy thing also off and on for the same amount of time. The other symptoms have mostly been the past 48 hours. Just in case, I’ve been sanitizing like nobodies business and wearing a mask and gloves at work.
PRIVATE:
That’s a long time, Sweets, which makes me think not so much the flu. But uh, yeah, I’ll be there as soon as I can. I’m sure it’s nothing. Or it’s something but we’ll figure it out. Don’t worry I got your back, boo.
Keep the compliments coming, babe, you know I love ‘em. Maybe you can join me next time I’m off the clock. Most of the time, I work alone.
See, a month ago I would have been trying to convince you to let me come and learn from you Jedi Master but, I think I’mma hopeless case at this point. But yaaasss McHottie, take me to pick up your sloppy second drinks! I need all the drinks whenever I stumble upon free time.
PRIVATE: Oh, hey, why are you more Lex? Don’t got the vibe for the.. all-american boy or anything? But I do the same, just.. work all the time. But I literally just do stock and inventory for a book store, so it’s just.. repetitive and no people to talk to. BSG is great, though! I’ve been wanting to do a rewatch of that sometime soon, even if I’m a little bit apprehensive about the new version. I like the showrunner guy from his previous work, but yeah. BSG’s kind of special. I haven’t seen One Punch Man at all, but.. I’ve heard stuff. I’m not super big on anime, but I figure if I found the right ones, it’d be cool for me.
PRIVATE: I think I’m just more the villain in the story now, also I love him as a villain and I dislike Superman a lot, so he and I have that in common. That sounds pretty awesome being surrounded by all those books, buuuut it’d be even more awesome in a Comic book store. One of my dreams in life is to be locked in a comic store over night and just like go ham. Here’s what I’m going to do for ya, I’m gonna record some patients cursing me out as I try to help them. Listen to enough of that and you’ll deeply appreciate the silence. Work for me is pretty much nonstop, most of the time. Only the champs survive E.R. rotations. That’s sorta exactly what I need right now though. I even had a interview for a second part time job because I’m trying to just keep all of my time occupied. Do eeeettt! It worth a second or coughTHIRDcough rewatch. You discover new things with every viewing, for real. He said it wouldn’t be a remake or continuation of the Moore’s series. He’s going to create his own story just in that world which I think is the smart way to go. One Puchman is pretty mindless entertainment. I know there was very rightful valid criticism about the way Bluckluster was drawn and that stupid name. Anime as a genre can be super racially insensitive about its depiction of black characters and its incensing, hell about its depiction of Asian characters ... because like people are Asian but drawn as white, but yeah there is better stuff out there it’s just good when you want to turn your brain off, and I just like Saitama as a character. Once I figure out your brand I’ll find you some good ones.
I always feed you so… I’ll take the stern knowing look.
Nausea… some puking, fatigue, sometimes dizzy, sometimes headaches. Slightly elevated temp.
PRIVATE:
‘Tis why you’ll always have a special place in my heart, sweetface.
How long has this been going on?! Im going to kick your butt. Have you eaten any food that you didn’t cook lately? Also, it’s flu season, and yeah, we’re going to hope it’s some little minor stomach bug instead. I’m outta here in like 30 and I can head over. I’m for real going to kick your butt when you’re feeling better though ‘cause I know you shoulda had that ass at the doctor a long time ago.
Hi friend who also happens to be a nurse and loves me. I haven’t been feeling so hot as of late. And please no lectures about going to the doctor you know I have zero time for that.
PRIVATE:
I do love you goof, and I don’t want you to die or anything so, I’ll check you out. But, I lecture who I want. You’re not the boss of me... unless you feed me then I’ll only give you like a stern knowing look.
Now, when you say not feeling so hot what does that mean exactly? Fatigue? Pain?
A person of good intelligence and sensitivity cannot exist in this society very long without having some anger about the inequality - and it’s not just a bleeding-heart, knee-jerk, liberal kind of a thing - it is just a normal human reaction to a nonsensical set of values where we have cinnamon flavored dental floss and there are people sleeping in the street.
PRIVATE: It’s cool, I word vomit, too. Rambling’s kind of my thing. Do you have anything to focus on? New book, game, show? Saitama, huh. One Punch Man?
But yeah.. I hope I’m a part of the village.
PRIVATE: Mine too. It’s always been a thing. Maybe it’s my Kryptonite. But Im more Lex than Clark so maybe it’s my Superman. Work. I focus on work. Patching people up helps. But I mean I have been rewatching BSG ever since I read they’re going to create a new version of the show. One Punch Man is my jam and I strive to be a man of few words like Saitama. Witty, but not too much.
If that’s a hope, I’m sure it’s either also a reality or on the way.
Cami, darling, they didn’t beg enough, that’s the problem. Do I look like someone who’ll give time to some guy who thinks all he has to do is offer me beer? Come on.
I’m kinda in awe of you, playa. Like you got the sauce. That thing that can’t be taught. And I’m here to be like “I know heeeer!!!” You could have called me though, I’d have taken the free drinks off your hands while you were on the search for the best begger.
That’s dangerous to say. But I’m pretty sure the people that make V, aren’t trying to make mutant switches.
Apparently I’m a reckless asshole so dangerous feels like my new brand. I’m sure too, but doesn’t mean it wouldn’t make a great story. I’ll link you when I get my first chapter up. Since you helped me with the idea I think one of my heroins should be called Nora, it’s only right.
TAGGING→ Camille Johnson (Solo)
TIME→ October 1st, 2019
LOCATION→ Camille’s Home.
NOTES→ David’s a dick
Camille sat alone on her front porch watching the deep orange waves flood the sky. She had an overnight shift to look forward to, calming chaos to occupy her mind, exactly what she wanted, but in that moment she was thankful for the stillness. A rare moment of quiet that didn’t entail her thoughts assaulting her.
“Why are you sitting on the ground, little girl”
Without so much as a movement acknowledging his presence, Camille spoke.
“Do I know you?”
He shoved her slightly with the side of his leg, no doubt wearing that annoying smirk, but she still refused to look up at him.
“Damnit, David! Can you just leave me alone.”
“Watch your Goddamn mouth when you’re talking to me.”
Camille rolled her eyes and stood, brushing off the back of her jeans.
“Sorry.” slipped out roughly through gritted teeth
She finally looked at him full on. His skin smooth, hair freshly cut, shirt (that was a little too tight in her opinion) pressed. He looked good. Being well groomed, whatever the cost, was always very important to him. Having a wild child younger sister, who didn’t care as much about brushed hair and ridding herself of wrinkles still irked him to that day. Something she got a great deal of pleasure from.
“You look terrible. I think you’ve aged 10 years since I last saw you.” It was a lie, she knew it, and so did he, but the initial tightening of his jaw made her smile.
“Anything to eat in there. I’m starving.”
“You know your mother lives here, right? She’s still a lump on the sofa most of the time. Still just not even trying. You could ask about her. You could help me with her… Get her out a little maybe?”
Camille watched her brother walk right past her, into the house and toward the kitchen as if she hadn’t said a thing and all she did was follow.
“There’s some baked chicken and red potatoes and spinach. I was going to take it with me to work but. You can have it if you want.” She hadn’t waited for him to confirm he would be in fact eating her dinner, there was no need, she simply handed it to him, only to be met with a glare. She took the tupperware container and put it in the microwave.
“What’s wrong with you, Camille? You seem so much less Bitchy tonight. Don’t get me wrong, I prefer you quiet, even though you insist on being mouthy. It’s just, this is odd.”
He’d almost sounded concerned. THAT was weird. He moved to sit at the table and wait to be served Camille’s dinner. She remained quiet as she did just that.
“Did you not hear me ask you what the hell’s your problem?”
David thought Camille was ungrateful, she was aware, he resented the fact that he’d taken her away in order to groom her for the life he wanted her to live. A doting proper submissive to some dick of a Dom like him. He felt like she owed him something. She couldn’t help but feel that way too, so she bit down hard on her bottom lip, quelling her anger.
“I’m dealing with some stuff. I messed up pretty badly. I mean like really bad, and I don’t know, I guess I’m feeling kinda lost, like a lost piece of trash.”
She could have sworn there was a chuckle but was just going to choose to chalk it up to an active imagination.
“You’re a screw up Cam. You have been your entire life. I assume at this point you will be for the rest of it. Best advice without knowing what you’re talking about is to just say, get used to it.”
Camille stares at her brother as he shrugged and stuffed a fork full of food in his mouth, giving her a thumbs up to signify his satisfaction as he chewed.
“So, what’d you do, little girl?”
She begrudgingly relived the argument and her monumental slip up. And the booming laugh that followed was definitely not in her head.
“You’re telling me some /switch/ was doing something illegal and got punished for doing something illegal? And you’re sitting around here crying about it?”
His continued laughter actually brought tears to her eyes.
“I swear, you don’t have the since God gave a cow, Camille… Did you make the switch do something illegal? Did you make the law that said the switch couldn’t do the shit? Yeah you opened your big ass mouth, and if this means you’re gonna stop doing that I’ll send the switch a fruit basket myself but stop with the Goddamn tears. I’m embarrassed for you.”
Camille stood up straight and sniffled, trying to pull herself together.
“Screw you” Her voice was soft but angry.
She took an unsteady step back as her brother snapped his gaze away from the food and on to her.
“What did you say?”
The tone was too calm, too cold.
“Nothing… Uh Look I gotta get ready for work so when you’re done you should go in and say something to mom…”
Normally she could handle him, he only took it so far, but she was still getting her mental strength back so, she’d have to handle him another day.
Camille walked into her room and quickly closed the door. She just stood there frozen until a few moments later she heard David shut the front door behind him.
“I said SCREW YOU!” She yelled it so loud, she startled herself.
Well, I, for one, hope that doesn’t happen. Though, knowing how those viruses start, I fear the v-shot may begin something like that. How scary is that?
That’s probably how this is all going to end. But in the mean time, I just got a really good fan fic idea, so thanks for that one, Nora.