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rondo "i can fix him" ravus ([personal profile] flameguard) wrote2024-06-10 03:51 pm
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mygod | pc catchall | camille

captivated by how pretty amy adams is always
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-10 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
That we haven't. Rondo, right?

[She's getting them memorized.

For her own part she hasn't got much revealed. Her sweater hits the middle of her palms and her jeans and ankle boots conspire to obscure her legs in totality. He's not getting off so easy. Stop who?]


Are you making bandages too? Or something else?
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-11 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
[IT SHINES THROUGH INTERMITTENTLY i am having her be in a short reprieve....it will betray her later

Also wow. Her head bobs back some, bowled over by the bold declaration.]


Glad to see chivalry isn't dead. [She frowns though.] That's sweet of you to help him out. You two buddies?
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-11 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
No kidding?

[That is odd. The only other pair she knows of were familiar. Was this intentional, or a dark joke played on them by their benefactors?]

You never heard of him before either? Not even from your mutual friends?
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-13 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
Oh. [She gapes a little.] That's odd. The other pair I know of didn't mention any discrepancies?

[Yet it's not outside the realm of possibility. She hates to admit it, hates to be considering shit that belongs to wack-job quantum eggheads and sci-fi aficionados, but she must.]

No, no. He keeps it straight-edge far as I can tell. We're rooming together actually.
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WEEK 1: Monday

[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-17 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[They're at the clothing store!! Camille picks through the costumes, bemused.]

They really love Halloween around here.

[She pulls out the inflatable T-Rex suit, bewildered.]
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-18 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Dinosaur. Looks like it's just your size too.

[She holds it up to him, appraising.]
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-19 01:35 pm (UTC)(link)
They do. [She begins to unzip it. Be her little Rexy-poo, Rondo.] There's a special day every year where all the kids crawl into costumes and knock on the neighborhood doors. If the neighbors don't reward them with candy, they get a prank pulled on them.

"Trick or Treat."
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-21 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, like last week. [She helps him into it dutifully, privately delighted he's going for it. It's nice. She's never been too frivolous but she'll dabble.] It was very much on theme, yes. It's a celebration of spooky things. Ghouls and goblins, spiders, bats. What have you.

It was based on a Pagan holiday I think, about the dead returning to life for a day. You had to wear masks to ward them off or something.
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WEEK 1: Saturday

[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-23 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Camille doesn't have much right to be out here moping, and yet here she is. Head thunked against the back wall of the refectory at oh-dark-thirty, pretending she doesn't know where the wine is kept.

The door swings open and she squints into the anemic light.]


That you, Rondo?
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-23 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's very sweet. And heartbreaking. She cracks into a smile, covering her eyes with one hand.]

Kid, no one's all right. It's fine.
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-24 06:48 am (UTC)(link)
'Course. Misery loves company.

[She pats the floorboards next to her.]

You had rough one today. I'm glad you didn't have to whip out that sword after all.
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WEEK 2: Thursday

[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-27 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[Coming to wherever the healed Rondo may be]

Jesus, you gave us a scare.
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[personal profile] scrapdraught 2024-06-28 12:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[She smiles, half-grimace.]

You're not the one who owes us any.

[She takes a seat at his side, hands on her knees. Looking him over.]

Little more lucid now, huh?

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