#c:camille

[marcuscarson]

“I got stuck in here. That’s my excuse and I am sticking with it.” Marcus stated when he saw who had opened the door to the little hideaway he had found. He was currently sat with a bottle of alcohol that he was savouring, away from the hectic noise of the partying nearby.

@camillemcgonagall​

[thecdcrecliver]

“Can you explain to me why you just knocked a perfectly good waffle out of my hands and onto the floor?” Theo questioned, staring more at the wasted food than the woman that was in front of him, dismay written all over his face.

@camillemcgonagall​

[frcdcrickhcycs]

The intention hadn’t been to go out again, to put himself in mortal danger by chancing coming across Death Eaters but he reminded himself of what he worked with everyday. They weren’t exactly bundles of fluffy fun either and he wasn’t about to allow someone he cared about to get hurt because he hadn’t taken a chance. He’d been pretty lucky so far, the most he’d encountered was some crumbling buildings, a few people running away and he’d managed to slink into the shadows when he’d seen a death eater passing. It didn’t seem wise to try and take them on if he could avoid them. His only aim right now was to find Camille. He’d tried a couple of spots so far with no luck when he spied a bookshop. Immediately he zeroed in on it. Making his way over, he tried to open the door though it seemed stuck rather than locked. A few shoves and Fred practically tumbled through it, cursing as he went. “For fuck sake...” He mumbled, picking himself up, eyes trying to adjust to the dark.

@camillemcgonagall​

[thejanemercer]

closed starter for @camillexrodriguez​

Perhaps it was a habit that she had picked up from her brothers, but an after-work drink and a bit of socializing was something that Jane had always found to be just what she needed after a long day at the firm. Most days the crowd at the bars were manageable, pleasant even, but there was always a bad apple in every group and it seemed that Jane had the misfortune of finding them.

“Are you really trying to argue the finer points of limiting the legal rights of detained sex workers to a female criminal defense lawyer in the middle of New York City?” Jane asked the man in front of her. He was tall, a bit on the thin side but he had pretty green eyes and a decent smile- too bad he was an idiot. “And you said you were a what? An office manager for a Marketing Firm? Gracefully bow out now, Chad.” She suggested to the man, standing with her drink and already making to move away before being stopped by him reaching for her. Not one to cause a scene, Jane sidestepped his reaching hand and scanned the bar around her before she spotted a somewhat familiar face.

“Cami! Oh my god! Hey, girl- I was just looking for you!” Jane called out across the space, putting just enough surprised excitement in her voice to sell it as she continued to make her retreat.

[nelllraiser]

dying to meet you | camille & nell

@carrionxcamille​

Thankfully, Nell’s time in the hospital this time around hadn’t been nearly as long as the first. They’d wanted to look at her arms again after she’d gotten out of the Ring’s dungeons and they’d brought Blanche in. Which was...valid she supposed. Even though the partial healing had moved them further along than nature would have by this point, they were still ugly wounds, healing unevenly in places, and creating a nearly grotesque pattern over Nell’s arms. People had already begun to stare at her when she went out because of it, openly curious as to what the fuck had happened to a girl her age that had resulted in such a nasty injury. She stared back at them, not hesitating to glare when they got too nosy. If they wanted to look they could fucking ask, not gawk at her like she was some sort of sideshow escaped from the carnival that was in town.

She was so busy staring back at this person that she barely realized that she was grabbing for the wrong coffee from the counter at Coffee Plus. Her hand accidentally bumped into the one of whoever’s drink she was inadvertently trying to steal, and her gaze was whipped back around towards the person’s own hand at the unexpected contact. Reflexively, she opened her mouth to give a courtesy sorry, though the word never managed to fill the shock, shock replacing the word, instead. That sigil. She knew that sigil. She’d practiced it countless times for Bea’s resurrection, and it now adorned the ribs of her sister. “Where did you get that?” Nell asked, a sense of demand in her voice as she tried to grab for the woman’s hand to get a better look.

[detmccallen]

closed event starter for @camillexrodriguez​

“I’ve seen you out of your work uniform a time or so before, but you clean up quite nicely, Rodriguez.” Tim commented as he touched his friend’s elbow, gently trying to gain her attention after spotting her entrance a few moments earlier. He was happy to have made a friend of Camille recently, their time spent wrangling victims on-scene being enough for them to realize that they needed to get a beer and share company more often, if only to vent to a similar mind about the stresses of the jobs they held. “Tell me, love, how much are you planning on your feet hurting by the end of this?” He asked teasingly.

[detmccallen]

closed starter for @camillexrodriguez​

“We got two cuffed in the back of that squad car and this one here who says he was stabbed,” Tim informed the familiar paramedics as they arrived on the scene after he had to put the call in about a knife fight outside of a Harlem bodega that he had just happened to be passing by. “The other two seem to have only minor injuries, but the other officers are keeping a close eye. I did some quick field med on this guy, but the wound was pretty gnarly.” He explained, kneel down by the apparent victim in the situation, reassuring him that help had now arrived. 

[marcuscarson]

🧣 - one of our muses gives the other a jacket/scarf when they’re cold

“Will you stop fighting me over this, it’s just a fucking jacket.” Marcus grumbled when the girl was insistent that she didn’t need anything putting over he shoulders. “Alright then, you catch yourself a cold if you’re going to be that way.”

@camillemcgonagall​