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Post by Cameron Michaels on Sept 11, 2007 15:16:17 GMT -5
Cameron's office was in the Resistance base. It was several hundred feet below ground so no windows, no views to the outside world. He had an aquarium. Cameron's office had a desk, computers, and papers everywhere. He had his bed in the room that connected to the office. There was limited space in the facility and Cameron didn't mind having his room next to his office. It was easy access when he was working late nights, which recently were every night.
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Post by Christina Scabbia on Sept 11, 2007 16:36:54 GMT -5
Then Christina came in and sat down, "Brandon thought I was a lycan, that's why he called me," she told him simply.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Sept 11, 2007 17:11:41 GMT -5
Cameron was slightly out of it. He had been looking at ancient texts and books for quite a while now and he had fallen into one of those coma like states where your body can see and tell what is going on, but it doesn't send accurate signals to your brain and so the brain can't decide the right course of action. There was this groggy grown from Cameron at first and then he rubbed his eyes, falling off his chair. That woke him. " A lycan aye?' Well figured that i guess." Cameron said calmly. He leaned his head against the wall. " How are you doing?"
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Post by Christina Scabbia on Sept 11, 2007 17:13:59 GMT -5
Chris couldn't help but laugh when he fell, "Are you okay?" She asked him worriedly, helping him up, still stifling her laugh.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Sept 11, 2007 17:17:38 GMT -5
" Yay, just a little sleep i guess." He said and laughed a bit himself. " I need a nap is what i need. Try running on no sleep for 82 hours, then get back to me." He said with a smile and drunk some coffee that was on his desk. He moved his hands to his forehead and rubbed it a bit. " Did you need anything in particular?" Cameron asked as he offered her a chair and he leaned against the wall.
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Post by Christina Scabbia on Sept 11, 2007 17:20:46 GMT -5
She shook her head, "No, just dropped by, sorry if I intruded but I don't exactly have anything to do," she apologized, "Perhaps you should get some sleep. If you have to leave and fight, they'll need you wide awake, not zoning out on the field," she warned him.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Sept 11, 2007 17:23:13 GMT -5
He smiled and laughed a bit. " Oh no, on the field i will be fine, its off the field that i usually need something to do to keep me entertained." He said and walked over to the wall and cocked his gun, dropping out the clip and emptying the round in the barrel. It dropped into his hand, cold silver. " The life of a soldier." He said and looked at Christina.
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Post by Christina Scabbia on Sept 11, 2007 17:26:09 GMT -5
"And what about the life of the man who makes the soldier?" She asked him, "Why are you so scared to be normal?" She then added. Whether believed her or not, he liked to hides everything from her, and he had this wall up. It was like he was scared to be a normal person. She wanted him to know it wasn't bad, and he probably would like the break for a change, but then again...she wasn't sure how to help him.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Sept 11, 2007 18:12:05 GMT -5
Cameron sighed and shrugged and walked towards her, sitting down on his chair. " I don't know." He said simply. He really didn't. The thing about Cameron was that he was never in one place for very long and he never could establish a relationship. He probably did have walls up, and he didn't even know it. He began to clean his gun, taking it completely apart in under a thirty seconds.
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Post by Christina Scabbia on Sept 11, 2007 18:20:23 GMT -5
She watched him but she was silent. She wasn't sure how to help him, and he acted like he didn't want help, so instead she sat there watching him. " You know, guns won't protect you forever," she warned him.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Sept 11, 2007 18:27:25 GMT -5
He nodded his head, " I know." He agreed and then turned around in his chair. " At the end of the day we are all but mortal men, no matter how strong, how stubborn, how many guns they have, or how many years of fighting they have seen. Life is so flimsy, so weak." Cameron said and picked up a toothpick and snapped it. " Like this, it can be easily broken." Cameron said and dropped the toothpick.
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Post by Christina Scabbia on Sept 11, 2007 18:31:33 GMT -5
"Then why are you so dependant on them?' She then asked him curiously.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Sept 11, 2007 18:39:08 GMT -5
Cameron sighed and looked back at his gun. " Because it is the way I was. The way i was taught, raised. I am an army boy. I true product of the system. I do what i am told, don't ask questions, don't get involved, and that is what has kept me alive." He took another toothpick and presented it. " And that, those guns, this way of life, has kept this from breaking."
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Post by Christina Scabbia on Sept 11, 2007 18:44:45 GMT -5
"I don't believe you Cameron, and I don't think you believe it either," she said to him and stood up. "Becareful on your trip," she said to him and then she left, and began to wander the halls. There were way too many she thought.
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Post by Cameron Michaels on Sept 12, 2007 7:44:32 GMT -5
Cameron watched her go. It was sad because she was just like all the other girl and all the other people that he had met that didn't like war. They didn't believe that someone needed to be military minded. They thought that everyone should want to have a family or something else weird like that. Cameron wanted a family sure, but everything else had to come first, like the war. Now there was too much risk for him to have one.
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