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camille refused to even sort through the notifications on his phone. he couldn’t block her, nor could he come to actually tell her where he had gone. it wasn’t the most mature thing to do, to simply run away from a marriage, but he supposed none of he and adreinne’s marriage had been ‘mature’.
like most awful husband’s, cam found a lot of comfort in the arms of other people. he had found out first hand just how hospitable the women at the strip club were, and had to admit it made him love america even more. as he stood outside of the bar, staring at his phone he hummed. “you know i am just drunk enough for a cigarette.” he sang, his french accent strong as he looked over to the person besides him.
“does that mean i must drink more, or i must smoke?” he asked after with a small grin, shoving his phone into his pocket, doing his best to not let it ruin his mood.
embermackenna:
she’d finally caved and gone into a hospital when she’d nearly collapsed just walking to the bathroom, and as much as she’d hated the whole thing she was relieved to have the ribs realigned - she could speed the healing process by feeding the void a bit more than usual, and all of this would be behind her in no time. still, going out and just finding people to throw into whatever exactly the void was wasn’t always a simple task, namely because she was trying to stick to only killing those that deserved it, and she didn’t trust herself not to pass out just walking around the city on her own - which was what had led to this moment. “don’t suppose you’d be interested in joining me for a night out? i’ll even buy dinner, just need a walking buddy.”
Cam was a smart man. He swore that he was. He had always done good in school, he had a political and military career. He even spoke three languages. The only issue was that English had never been one of them. He had tried many times in school to learn, and he would get a few in, but for whatever reason German always stuck better with him.
Still, after moving he was getting better at English, forcing his friends to practice with him, and even taking lessons. The only thing that really seemed to still stump him was accents. He stared wide eyed at the woman as she offered him something.
He chewed at his lower lip trying to pick out what words. “Dinner?” he asked back. “And...walking?” he added after a moment before nodding. “Sure!” perhaps if he spent more time with the red head e could master understanding the Irish accent.
tatianathequeen:
Tatiana was well aware the hearing world would never be the perfect fit for her. No matter how much she tried, no matter how much she changed herself, she couldn’t hide the fact she was deaf. Nor did she really want to, not anymore.
With no social obligations, she decided to leave her hearing aid at home and decided to go explore. It was what she often did when bored, picking some random part of New York to go wander around. Often, she found great little niche shops, or maybe cute little cafes, and she’d feel less alone than sitting in her gorgeous apartment.
Just as she walked into a shop, someone behind her knocked into her. Turning around, she started signing at them. Watch it, idiot. She loved sign language, it felt much more natural than speaking.
cam enjoyed his time being a tourist. he would walk hours each day, scouting out new museums, shops, cafe’s, anything that caught his eye really. He knew he’d have to start his new job soon, but for now he was actually enjoying his vacation and using it as a distractor to all he left in france.
he was glad he forced himself to walk everywhere. he knew that if he hadn’t he would have lost all of the tone in his body, thanks to all of the goods he’d been sneaking. he was excited to head into an odd shop, but as he entered his phone buzzed. being as easily distracted as ever he pulled it out, and then accidentally bumped into a woman in front of him. “sorry!” he said quickly before looking up and seeing her hands move.
he was rather entranced but understood nothing of what she was saying. Instead he used the phone in his hand and pulled up his translator app. he wrote in french how he was sorry for being a klutz, offering her the screen as it turned to english. he offered an apologetic smile.
jsticeofthehrt:
it was cold but for once the city was quiet. crime had risen in the last couple months and all that freya heard at night was the sound of sirens and the cries of people in distress. she didn’t often just sit and wait for crime to happen but with the recent bombings things were getting troublesome.
the fire escape was uncomfortable and her face itched beneath the mask, she reached up to adjust the mask when a noise from the alley bellow caught her attention. she watched as the guy tried to pull the bag away from the much smaller and younger guy.
she would have let it be but then she saw the flash of metal. in an instant, she was hopping down baton already out. there was the distinct sound of metal hitting flesh as she beat the guy watching as the victim got away. she only stopped when another sound caught her attention. her eyes turning away from the blood and bone to the person standing at the foot of the alley. “Can i help you? i’m conducting business here.”
if there was one thing camille didn’t miss about paris, it was the crime. while, new york city of course had crime as well, he swore there was nothing more vile than the street urchins who would prey on tourists. he had not been in new york long, but he had to admit he liked it better here. he felt more protection, from the police and others.
as he was heading home from eating what must have been his fifth pizza that week he heard a noise down an alley. ever the military man he moved, prepared to help. he stopped however, scrunching his face as he heard the voice. “uuh...” he murmured, still cast in the shadow. “est ce que ça va? um...are you...okay?” he asked after deliberating for a few minutes on the english.
he wasn’t honestly sure what the hell he was looking at. he couldn’t tell who was a victim or what the hell was going on in general.