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Hey guys, I've gotten kind of busy lately, we're moving in five months and I have a bunch of admin duties on other sites as well, so I need to take some load off. I'm sorry Carter ChevalierKenny Marshall for ditching out in the middle of a thread with Cam, and I hope whoever picks him up after me treats him well.
Sorry to everyone else who was threading with Rowan, it was really fun what we had.
I may comeback one day. I definitely won't forget the amazing admins and fun friends and if ever you want to talk to me just hmu on Discord derp_detective#4029 in either the dms or the main discord. c:
❥ Cameron smiled at his sister. Of course he wasn't going to yell at her. As much as he wanted to, and as much as he probably would have. But she was still his sister, and as protective as he was of her, it wasn't his life. So instead, he was lecturing her. Which coming from Cam, was just as bad as being yelled at. "Don't make me take it back, dear." Cameron shot a side glance at Carter. "As much as I want to blame you for putting ideas into her head and say this is your fault, I know it's not. Do not mistake this for friendship or likeness." There it was, the I don't like you, so don't piss me off thing that was so common of Cameron when it came to Carter. Cameron was still surprised about the whole thing, to be too angry at the pair. He turned to his sister again. "Just... I don't want you getting hurt. So many things could go wrong. You've seen the shows, ,and yes, they're not real, but the threat is very much so." Cameron stared into Kenny's eyes. "Promise me you and that idiot of yours won't do anything stupid." He knew they - or at least Kenny - wouldn't, but he still had to make her promise. He wouldn't be happy if she didn't.
He waited until he received a reply and looked at the time. "Are you two going to stay for dinner? I can cook pretty well now. Unlike when we were kids." He gave a cheeky grin and headed for the kitchen, looking through his fridge for something to eat while waiting for their replies. Either way, he was happy to host them, or eat by himself, didn't matter much to him. Though he kinda hoped they'd stay, for the sake that he hadn't had dinner with his sister in awhile.
❥ He sighed with relief oh thank god it wasn't so. Cameron calmed and sat back down. He knew it was a joke, but to be honest, anything Carter said makes him want to throttle the other. Though, he only ever reacted when it was something he didn't like. Like marriage. "Yes, yes, it was a joke, I know, but you don't just tell your best friend's brother that out of the blue." Cameron nodded acknowledgement to Carter's statement but said nothing, Kenny was trying to tell him something, so he couldn't get tangled up with Carter right now. Then she said it. Performing. Burlesque. Night Club. There was silence, long, still silence as Cameron was taken in by surprise and so many emotions that had come with the news, he had to struggle with himself to contain them, this was his sister, he couldn't get mad. Carter was the who ended the silence anyway. Well, he was right, or was he? Cameron honestly didn't know which was worse.
He took a breath, closed his eyes a moment and thought about his words. Whatever he said, and whatever he did, he was not going to yell at his sister, and while he was not pleased with the news, he had to try and support her, so taking the protective route would be a better path. "You are aware of the dangers? The type of people who go into those sorts of club can be unsavory. I can't be there to protect you. If something happened... what am I to tell our parents and our aunt? "oops, something happened to Kenny at a burlesque club" that makes me sound so responsible." He then sighed, still keeping his patience. "Look, you're old enough to make your own decisions, and honestly, you have the figure for it, so if this is really what you want to do, go for it... but please be safe. Yes, I'm not pleased with the idea, yes, I'm worried as all heck about you, but our parents brought us up in a way that accepts all and embraces everything, so I'm not going to say no." Cameron got up again and hugged his sister close. "All I ask is that you promise to be safe." He pulled out of the hug, keeping his hands on her shoulders. "And if something happens, if things look like they're getting out of hand, please, please call me or Carter." Cameron paused then looked over to Carter. "Yes, I mean I'm trusting you. All things aside, if anything happened to Kenny, I know you'd be there."
mood: Not thrilled in the slightest, you've gotta be kidding me, ready to murder, Kenny correct him, help
words: 159
❥ Cameron smiled in return at Carter, frowning slightly at the dig, but ignoring it for the most part. He turned his attention to Kenny, his frown growing from the tone in her voice. Something serious was happening, and he knew he'd have to try and be patient and understanding with her, and whatever news she may bring. He downed his glass of water and grabbed another one, making his way over to the table sitting down. He was halfway through a mouthful before spluttering, he turned to Carter staring wide-eyed. That couldn't have been the news... could it? No way, Kenny wouldn't have sounded that... well... he supposed weird over that... but that didn't stop him from jumping out of his seat, looking ready to throttle Carter. "You of all people, want to settle down with... one person? I don't believe that, and I don't trust that." He looked to Kenny, then back at Carter, then back to Kenny.
mood: happy, not overly-murderous, still irritated though
words: 146
❥ Cameron closed the door and kissed his sister back when they entered. Cam raised a brow slightly. Carter was behaving, for once, holding back on those usual irritating, nerve-grating habits he had grown to know. He grinned at his sister, she had a point, she dropped in all the time unannounced. "Well, of course not Kenny, I'm always glad to see you." Cam laughed a little. "Oh, so she just dragged you along this time, did she?" Cameron shot a look Carter's way. If Carter was playing nice, he supposed he had to too. He wasn't overjoyed of having Carter in his apartment, but he was in a relatively non-murderous mood today. "And oh hush Kenny, it's not like they're episodes we haven't already seen a hundred times over. I would never watch new ones without you two, you know." Cam lead them into the small kitchen.
"Drinks? Snacks?" Cam opened the fridge pulling out a water pitcher and pouring himself a glass.
❥ He was happily watching the crime drama's he oh so loved. He had been the entire day seeing no reason to be doing anything else. He had college work, sure, but he had no need to be on campus to do that. So he was... procrastinating for a more creative term. Procrastinating was great. No people, no work, no need to imitate anybody. His happy peace was soon interrupted by a knock on his door. He wasn't expecting anyone, at least he thought he wasn't. Though it could have been Kenny. She had a habit of appearing out of the blue for random visits.
Sighing, he paused his stream and got up opening the door. Smiling brightly upon seeing his sister, then scowling at that irritating voice. "So I see, darling" Cameron shot a glare at Carter. "Hi, Kenny." He greeted his sister. "Why don't you both come in." Cameron smiled a tight smile, stepping aside to let them in. "So, what's up Kenny? Why didn't you let me know you were dropping by?" He asked McKenna, completely ignoring Carter's current existence.
Cameron “Cam” Marshall FACE CLAIM: Nathan Parsons claims.
♦ THE BASICS ♦
AGE: 28 GENDER: Male ORIENTATION: Pansexual POSITION: Bellefonte College Student.
♦ THE ABILITY ♦
POWER: Voice Imitation
The ability to memorise and imitate the voice of someone he’s been in an active conversation with (usually teachers, family and friends). He has the ability to do both male and female voices but with repercussions.
LIMITATIONS: His ability only works if the voice he has memorised is someone he knows or has had an active conversation with (teachers, friends, acquaintances, family). Female voices are also harder to do, and he generally has to know the female really, really well, and it still requires some concentration. He can only do one voice at a time though, as humans only have one voice box.
SIDE-EFFECTS: Sometimes he gets voices confused and doesn’t speak in his own. He also suffers minor personality changes (if a person is bubbly and it comes through in their voice, he will become oddly bubbly while doing the voice and for some time after). His voice tends to crack, though this is more apparent as he switches voices.
♦ THE FREEFORM ♦
Everyone has a voice, inside, outside, upside down, no matter whom you look at or how you hear it, there’s always a voice. It might not always agree with the words you speak, but it’s there. Sadness, joy, hatred, love, passion, compassion, its there, it’s always there. Conviction is putting our beliefs into words and speaking about them with no fear, no regret, pure simple passion, and those are the people I like best. There’s a... certain honesty that comes with conviction, it’s the truth as they know it. It’s a spark of confidence that aims to inspire. Perhaps that’s why I always like procedural cop shows and crime drama. Lawyers and prosecutors alike spoke with such conviction, with the truth as they know it, in a battle of wits.
My parents were always together, from the day I was born. They weren’t married, didn’t believe in it - said that it was enough to believe in each other, another example of conviction; maybe I got that from them? Dad was a pianist, mum a choreographer, never quite understood that, but sound ran in our family; from music to Kenny’s musical psychometry to my voice imitation. Ah yes, I’m a student at Bellefonte, a college student to be precise. My manifestation was... rather odd. I was 14, my sister only 8, we were bickering about something, can’t remember what, but when I went and told my parents and repeated the conversation, my voice cracked and suddenly I sounded like my sister. Not just a taunting mimicry, but EXACTLY like my sister.
It was nothing dangerous, but soon after that, maybe a week later? I don’t remember, I just remember some official looking people sitting my family down and telling us about Bellefonte, school for the gifted. And off I was taken. It was weird not being with my family at first, but I had good teachers and made great friends. And I still wrote to Aunt Olivia. She would send me these stories of hers, full of suspense and intrigue, and I loved each one of them, because somehow, she had managed to pull the voice of conviction through the characters. I heard she had gone on to study criminology. And wouldn’t you believe it Kenny got recruited too for musical psychometry, but that’s for her journal, and her to talk about. And now Aunt Olivia is just around the corner and the whole (well... most of) the family is together. Kenny had shared stories of being dad’s stage assistant and how mum had left to choreograph in LA and I shared stories of some of my voicing antics... but there are still many, many more of these tales to come, and I look forward to performing them.
♦ THE PLAYER ♦
USERNAME: Derp AGE GROUP: 20 EXPERIENCE: Ages WHERE DID YOU FIND US? Followed the yellow brick road.
