#cami || private starters

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cami & rebekah ( @mastcrmiind )

"what can I get for you?" cami asked, smiling at the other. things had been quiet in the bar, which she was glad for - it had been a wild few nights recently where she'd had to throw out several people each night.

[infcinity]

my bloody valentine mini event || cami o’connell && alaric saltzman (( @wvsteria​ ))

“and here I thought that new orleans was chaotic,” she muttered, pushing the human away who’d tried to attack her - she’d compelled them to go away from her and hopefully they would listen - she didn’t want to kill anyone. 

[iconicoftime]

Mitzi. 30+ female. Coming back to Tumblr after some time off to write here on Dash or via Discord, whichever you prefer.

21+ writers only, minors DNI. All muses must be 25+. This blog will contain nsfw and potentially t*boo themes.

[Open Starters] [Wanted Plots]

NOTE: If Dash threads get super smutty (I'm so here for it), I might ask if we can take it to Discord to make sure neither of us get banned. 🙈 Current muses below or I can write one custom to our thread: Females (All bisexual, unless otherwise noted): - Sophia Reyes, 32, Florist (FC: Rachel Zegler) - Isabel Castillo, 35, Brand Designer (FC: Ana de Armas) - Naomi Brooks, 37, Piano Teacher (FC: Teyonah Parris) - Camila "Cami" Moreno, 38, Pediatrician (FC: Zoe Saldana) - Emma Kintz, 30, Private Chef (FC: Suki Waterhouse) - Sarah Goode, 36, Paramedic (FC: Cristin Milloti) - Natalie Graham, 33, IT Developer (FC: Laura Harrier) - Olivia Greene, 28, Project Manager (FC: Ella Purnell) Males (All bisexual, unless otherwise noted): - Thomas Gaines, 38, Bar Owner (FC: Oliver Jackson-Cohen) - James Vincent, 36, Restaurant Owner (FC: Brett Goldstein) - Daniel Cavell, 32, Realtor (FC: Andrew Garfield) - Theo Taylor, 45, College Professor/Coach (FC: Idris Elba)

Reach out via DM or ask box if you'd like to plot!

[irigy]

closed starter for @hlcynsouls - camilla !! location: new york city, some rich warlock's private museum

There was only the flash of a green blade in the cascade of crimson as Envy stabbed, and stabbed, and stabbed even more, relishing in the feeling of his dagger digging deep into his victim's flesh over and over again with such ease. He had half a mind to think he'd overdone it, but then he came to his senses. Enjoying his newly found powers by brutally murdering some poor soul sounded like a fantastic pastime. And being able to do it with one of his best friends was even better.

He straightened up, his pinkie finger brushing some of his hair away from his face, leaving a trail of blood on his cheek instead. He admired the corpse for a moment. Not an identifiable part left. Blood still gushing out of the multiple wounds. The nervous system still making the body twitch, even though there was nothing bringing the sentience back. The dagger disappeared from Envy's grip with a soft green light, and soon enough, he was opening the door for Cami, stepping away to let her in. "Welcome to my playground, darling!"

[indigodreames]

#INDIGODREAMES : This is a private, selective && mutuals only all poc && women-centric multimuse feat. various original characters, crafted && cherished by jem. 

she/her ♡ 30+ ♡ bay area ♡ pacific ♡  filipino/laos

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This blog will be SPORADIC ACTIVITY. I’ll be active whenever I have the muse / drive to really be online and do things. My life/health/mental health, etc. will take priority over being online. That being said this blog will primarily be QUEUE-BASED && HEAVILY RELY ON PLOTTING to drive my muse && desire to write, so please don’t be afraid to message me if you have any ideas or any muses you’d be interested in.

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                                ⚜  ~ T H E   I N F E R N O ~ ⚜

The watery graves of New Orleans’ lost souls have begun the boil and steam. They are angry; they will not be appeased. Their fury burns red-hot, and they are coming to b u r n this kingdom of devils until it is the hell it deserves. For if the lost souls of New Orleans can’t have this city... 

... Then it may as well be ash. 

Beneath the cut, you’ll find an extensive summary of the character-specific plot drops that will occur during our event.

Please note that while we have laid out this guide, it is up to the individual roleplayers to decide when and how to start these threads. In order to do so effectively, please makes sure to read or at least skim each other’s threads on the dash, so as to make sure your character jumps it at the right time (in the case of a three-way para, for example) and doesn’t interrupt the flow/chronological order that is roughly set out in the summary below. Also, please read ALL of the plot under the cut; not just the section that pertains to your character. This will become increasingly significant as the event goes on.

The event will take place in three stages. Before moving onto the next section, a post will be published on the Main. Open/casual starters are permitted aside from the plot-threads listed below, though please manage your time accordingly so that the plot-threads are completed by the end of the event. Please tag your starters with VNCarreRavage and VNStarter! If you have any questions, ideas, or concerns, please do not hesitate to message the Main!

Most of all, remember to be inclusive to as many people as possible (without biting off more than you can chew), get creative, and enjoy!

~ The Admin Team @ VN

In order to celebrate Davina Claire’s seventeenth birthday, her guardian, Marcel Gerard is throwing a jazz concert in her honour. The concert is being staged at the world-famous French Opera House (Théâtre de l'Opéra) of New Orleans. But for the lonely little witch, the glitz and the glam pale in comparison to her first taste of freedom, of normalcy. For one night she’ll be allowed to celebrate like any other teen on their birthday - and Marcel has even allowed her to invite three guests of her own choosing. Joshua Rosza, Malia Tate, and Camille O’Connell are the friends she chooses. Parties aren’t Malia��s preferred scene, but she’s going to go as a favour to Davina, and because she couldn’t decipher half of the foods on the menu - which must mean it’ll be swanky and hopefully delicious. As for Cami, Marcel cheats a little and decides to invite her not as a mere guest - but as his date for the evening. Though this move gets Davina’s seal of approval, it risks Cami’s when she witnesses an exchange between Marcel and one of his ‘community workers’ that ends on a particularly volatile note. Will she stay, or will she go?... Her uncle, Father Kieran sees all from a distance, but has more to worry about than his niece’s (questionable) choice in escorts. The real reason for his presence at such a worldly event is because Marcel promised to use it as a platform to bring publicity to the chain of gruesome murders that have been happening over the last few months. The priest hopes that this publicity will apply pressure on the power-holders of the city in order to prioritize finding the culprit and putting an end to the killing-spree. 

Enter the prettily inoffensive Jennifer Blake. She hasn’t been invited to the soirée, but after taking care of that delightful old bag of bones - Sister Friede - in her last sacrifice, Jennifer’s eyes are pinned to the priest in order to see what he’ll do next. So she’s gotten as close to the event as she dares, in the hopes that she’ll manage to charm her way inside at the door. Meanwhile, other women would happily trade places with the school-teacher, including a pregnant and very uncomfortable Evelyn Jones. She doesn’t want to be in a stifling dress and at an event chock-full of strangers who see her merely as a stand-in for her VIP husband, who is, predictably, too busy to attend the concert for himself. Equally high-profile guests include Lydia Martin, who’s practically preening herself at the opportunity to attend the soirée as her mother’s +1. Oh, the perks of being the Mayor’s daughter... Even more fortunate are those directly connected to Marcel; including Damon Salvatore - who received the shock of his undead life upon receiving one of the elusive invites in the mail. He knows the pretext of amity is nothing more than a craftily hidden political message after his last conversation with Marcel; ’common enemies breed strange bedfellows’. He’s a-okay with that, and if he can mix pleasure with business on such a night, then all the better for it. 

But one look at Katherine Pierce and that smug smile may quickly disappear from his lips. What could Marcel possibly want with the traitorous, backstabbing bitch? It’s clear she hasn’t slipped in via the backdoor either; not with how the doppelganger’s sauntering around as if she owns the place. But Katherine’s on a mission - She's there partly out of Marcel's desire to keep his enemies close, and partly because he's tasked her with information-gathering on his guests. She may not give a damn about the murder spree making all the headlines lately (after all, Katherine has enough skeletons in her own closet), but if the Vampire King insists, she’ll charm and compel his guests into loosening their tongues on whatever they know. It’s always ideal to be in the king’s favor. But Katherine and Damon aren’t the only two likely to butt-heads tonight. Marcel’s calculating intent is revealed when Hayley Labonair and Derek Hale realize that they have both been invited as the honorary representative (note: single) of the wolves of the Bayou. Despite the bloom of their own private relationship, the deft, political move on Marcel’s part is a slight to each of their egos and an impassioned exchange leads to palpable tension on both their parts. Divided, he conquers. 

Then there are those outside. The willing; like Kira Yukimura who lives nearby and occasionally perches out behind the building where the wafting music inspires her creative writing - and the unwilling. Two of Miss Blake’s other students join her in the latter camp; Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski. Unlike their teacher, however, they’ve had better luck at busting their way into the venue; largely thanks to Stiles’ sleuthing skills and despite Scott’s nervous objections. Getting in is one thing - blending in will be another matter entirely. Especially with the likes of Chris Argent; invited as Marcel’s guest and clandestine representative of the Hunter’s Guild - and Matt Donovan; who was fortunate enough to be invited along with a few other members of the NOPD in gratitude for his volunteerism with the police force. Like Kira, Cora Hale is happy to remain outside of the lavish event, although she wishes her elder brother had the brains to do the same. After the string of murders and her pervading distrust of the vampires in the Quarter under Marcel’s rule, she wants Derek as far away from the supposed ‘festivities’ as possible. Jackson Kenner shares the sentiment, and is equally disappointed in Hayley for blindly accepting the invitation. He tells himself that his frustration has nothing to do with the fact that he - the longstanding Alpha in the Bayou was snubbed from the guest-list - and hopes his gut feeling about this entire charade doesn’t end up being right. For all their sake.

The following characters will not be participating in this first stage of the event, but will make their appearance in the second stage: Alaric Saltzman, Bonnie Bennett, Elena Gilbert, Jeremy Gilbert, John Alden. 

[immortallionheart-archived-blog]

So, if you saw my promo I am a Private High Selective roleplayer. You don’t follow me, I won’t roleplay with you. Even if we talk OOC��I will not roleplay with you unless you follow me. This isn’t to be mean or cruel, but it's simple not fair if I follow you but you don’t follow me. This includes all existing threads now if you're not following me I won’t answer, simple as that.

Another thing is, I will not be doing plotless threads anymore. That includes random starters, open starters, things like that. I need a plot, I need a line to follow. This doesn’t mean we can’t roleplay and it also doesn’t mean our roleplay has to follow STRICTLY that storyline. But I like having a base foundation to follow and then watching things grow. Because that is the best thing. But I like having a stability, a founding position to follow.

Finally, I will not be replying base on oldest to newest threads anymore. I will do my best to aLWAYS get to the oldest threads, but I will follow my heart and my enjoyment. Cami is very selective nowadays, and it's because she needs to feel WANTED. Both Cami and I have had a bit of problem lately and we need people who actually want us, who love us, and who actually care. That means if we talk OOC its more then likely you will get replies first. I enjoy a feeling of connecting both ic and OOC. So if you see me replying to a ton of threads (most like to CJ or Nikki) that’s because these two are my BEST FRIENDS. Literally, Cami has claimed them and they are the people I connect to the best, who know me, who deal with my petty behavior and my depression and don’t just ignore me.

I will be updating my rules, but I thought I just throw this out there so you guys see what is going on.

I need to focus more on what makes me happy then on roleplaying with a thousand different people. I also want to do more with Autumn Ryder, Roxanne Shepard, Freya Mikaelson, and Hope Mikaelson. I’m not looking for character x character conflict (unless it dealt with an NPC) but I’m looking to more expand on relationship [ platonic and romantic ] and I want to explore these characters. 

Cami is my main, I’m sure everyone knows that by now, but these four ladies are just as important.

[chrispavesic]

The temperature starts to change, the days grow shorter, and that means it’s fall subscription box time!

(Actually it was 90 degrees here yesterday. We are having some strange weather this year in the Midwest. But I digress …)

My FabFitFun box arrived this week, and it is jam-packed with fall goodies that I can’t wait to dig into, as well as a few items that can be used year-round.  Here they are in no particular order:

Mer-Sea & Co. Scarf – Blush Ombre

This scarf/wrap is very soft and a lovely color. It is billed as the ultimate companion – from the plane to the city streets and best of all, the washer and dryer. I like the fact that it can be machine washed, although I would use a mesh lingerie bag to protect the fringe.

It is 100% polyester and sells for $98 on the Mer-Sea & Co. web site.

On a side note–I requested the blush-colored Jetset Diaries Cable Knit Beanie to match the scarf ($49 on the Jetset Diaries web site.) You can see from the box photo that I received the black one.  Ah well …  I will be giving it away as a gift.

I received two products from Whish: The Mud Mask came with the original box.  The Almond Lip Scrub was an add-on. Their products are Leaping Bunny certified: Paraben free. Sulfate free. DEA and TEA free. Petrochemical free. Phthalate free. Naturally sourced with organic goodness. Made in the USA. I’m looking forward to trying these out.

The trèStiQue Matte Color & Shiny Balm Lip Crayon is a handy two-in-one product that features a creamy, lightweight lip color crayon with a natural matte finish, and a BB lip balm for added shine and moisture. It retails for $28.

The bright pink seems more like a spring/summer color to me, so I will probably save this until then. I like the fact that it is both a color and balm in one “crayon.” I might order a darker color just to try the formula this fall.

Private Party Gym Bag – Will Workout For Cupcakes: Because we all need motivation to work out.  Although my bag should say “Will workout for coffee!” The bag retails for $49.

My TagAlongs Hot & Cold Gel Pack

This type of hot/cold gel pack is nice to have on hand. Unlike the typical ice-packs I use in a cooler, this is flexible and can be shaped to fit wherever you need it. They do recommend wrapping a towel around the pack before applying it to your skin.

This retails for $15.

Imm Living Coxet Wire Heart Ceramic Jewelry Holder – Retail value $33.  This jewelry organizer is ceramic with a rose gold metal insert that stands and forms a heart-like shape. It measures 5 inches in diameter and it’s about 5 inches tall.

Deco Miami Lavender Cuticle Oil – Retail value $12.50. This is 8-FREE · TPHP-FREE · VEGAN · CRUELTY-FREE according to their web site.  The ingredients as listed: MINERAL OIL • ISOPROPYL MYRISTATE • CARTHAMUS TINCTORIUS (SAFFLOWER) SEED OIL • ARGANIA SPINOSA KERNEL OIL (ARGAN OIL) • BAMBUSA VULGARIS EXTRACT (BAMBOO EXTRACT) • TOCOPHERYL ACETATE (VITAMIN E) • ASCORBIC ACID (VITAMIN C) • FRAGRANCE • VIOLET 2 (C.I. 60725)

It smells like lavender, but does not list lavender oil in the ingredients.

Molr Dental Club Organic Carbon + Coconut Teeth Whitening Powder and Toothbrush: I haven’t tried this product, but it looks interesting. This toothbrush set uses the power of activated charcoal to clean and whiten teeth as it binds teeth-staining pests like wine, coffee, and plaque. It retails for $43.95.

And finally another Add-On–Brazilian Kiss Cupuaçu Lip Butter Doce de Leite.

I have to admit this is the item I am most excited about in the box. I am a fan of the Bum Bum Cream–you can read about that in my post “Battle of the Bum Bum Creams.”

This is a lip butter infused with nourishing Cupuaçu, Açaí and Coconut Oil. It does not have a taste and smells heavenly. (It is so hard to describe but if they bottled this scent I would wear it as perfume.)

Verdict–was it worth it to me? Yes. There are enough items in the box that I will use to make it worth the $49 subscription.  And the items I will not use I will give as gifts.

That’s it for my box. Let me know what you think. Do you get the FabFitFun boxes? How did yours differ? Share your thoughts in the comments below.

Disclaimer: This is not a sponsored post. All products have been purchased by me.

I would like to offer you a glimpse into Starter Zone, the first book of my new YA/LitRPG series, The Revelation Chronicles.

PROLOGUE

I was born into a world where silicone still ruled. Where the products of the earth outshone those of the sea. Integrated circuits ran all electronic equipment and scientists strove to make the conducting lines smaller and smaller. Silicon Valley tried, and failed, to make chips fast enough to upload human consciousness.

The Revelation came a few years later from the hydrologists. They designed a system that did not use silicone, but instead worked with water molecules. The hydrologists managed to imprint the consciousness of a human mind on a single drop of water.

The water was to be kept in self-contained, sealed aquariums—pure, undiluted, eternal—where virtual realities were constructed to meet every need and desire. All of human knowledge encoded and stored in literal pools of data and integrated with the drops of human consciousness. It was, the hydrologists claimed, utopia achieved.

The obscenely rich were the hydrologist’s first clients, many taken near the end of their lives. The procedure did not always work, but there were enough successes to spur people’s interest. People suffering from terminal illnesses volunteered to be inscribed, and the hydrologists worked and refined their process. Private companies formed and competition forced price wars. Hundreds of customers grew to thousands, and then to millions. There were landmark court cases arguing whether or not health insurance should cover the cost of the inscription—whether or not this was a medical procedure designed to save lives or a form of physician assisted suicide. The law struggled to decide if life ended when the body was drained to a dry, leathery husk, or if life continued inside those glowing, sealed aquariums.

I was thirteen when the governments seized control of the laboratories, first in the Eastern European countries. Then the labs of Europe and the Middle East were swallowed up. Terrorist attacks soon followed and destroyed most of the civilized world over the next three years. The United States, Canada, and Greece, those bastions of democracy, did not fall until the very end. Of course, by then no one cared whether or not the government or the private companies ran the uploading programs. Many of the aquariums ruptured in the strife and the droplets, imbued with human consciousness, re-entered the water cycle of the planet.

CHAPTER ONE

As the sun hovers near the horizon, ready to dip below and plunge the world into darkness, the weather changes for the worse. Clouds gather. Peeking out my window and over the outline of rooftops in the distance is what looks like thunderheads moving toward me in the invisible polluted gusts of wind.

I try not to think about the coming storm as I methodically pull on my boots and zip up my jacket. It is supposed to be waterproof, but I would not risk going out in anything above a light drizzle. Water has a way of seeping through even the best defenses. There’s also a lining that’s overly warm for a summer evening. I’m already sweating and the discomfort adds to my nerves.

I check the hunting knife strapped to my left leg. It was one of the first weapons purchased for me by my dad back when the sporting goods stores were still open for business. He didn’t think I was ready to handle a handgun at thirteen, but he taught me to shoot a rifle in the open fields by our house, helping me hold the weapon steady until I grew strong enough to support the weight. Now, three years later, I have a handgun, a Ruger semi-automatic, but bullets are scarce and loud noises are problematic. My small ammo stash sits in the bottom of my backpack next to the gun.

Instead of the gun, I carry an extra-light crossbow as my go-to weapon. I can hand-make the bolts so I don’t worry about running out of ammunition and the shot is relatively silent. I carry the spare bolts in a quiver strapped to my right leg. It’s awkward when running, but I can draw the bolts fast when needed.

My little sister, Alby, has loaded her own backpack. I lift it to test the weight and then pull a few things out. I place them in my own pack without comment. I help her position the lighter pack over her shoulders, tightening the straps so that it will stay balanced. She always tries to do more than she should, but I don’t like the way her face has a perpetual pinched, strained look or the deep shadows under her eyes. She looks far older than her seven years. This scares me more than everything else and that fear threatens to register on my face. I force myself to stay calm.

I check her raincoat and boots, making sure everything fits snugly. I help Alby pull up the hood of her coat, tucking in a strand of dark hair that has escaped her ponytail. As frightened as she is, she manages to give me a smile. I smile back, trying to present a brave front. As my dad used to say, “fake it till you make it.”  Over the last few years, I’ve been faking confidence more and more often for Alby’s sake.

“Ready to go?” I ask with all the false cheer I can muster in my voice. I take one last glance over the motel room that had served as a temporary home for the last few days, looking for anything that we might have left behind. The room is swept clean. No trace whatsoever that we had ever been there.

Alby nods. “Ready, Cami.”

“If we get separated, remember to keep going north,” I say. “Follow the road till you get to the park, then take the walking paths. No matter what happens, keep going. Stop when you get to the Stone River. I’ll meet you at the bridge in the center of the park where we used to feed the ducks, okay?”

She nods again, looking up at me with those dark eyes so full of trust. I hug her, because if we do get separated, there isn’t much hope we will ever see each other again. I need to keep up the pretense of hope, though, because that’s all we have to keep us going.

Stone River Park is at the very limits of the city and the area surrounding it is relatively unpopulated. I figure that once we are out of the city, our chances of survival will dramatically increase. After reaching the park, we can follow the Stone River north. There’s bound to be deserted houses in the country and less chance that any of the gangs would be interested in the meager pickings outside of the city. We might even be able to find a place to stay before winter.

I crack open the door of our motel room. It is still light enough to stain everything with graying shades of color. The setting sun casts long shadows between the buildings, so I depend more upon my ears to find signs of other humans. I hear no motorcycle engines and no voices, only the wind, blowing and moaning, and the far-off call of a bird. The coming storm appears to have cleared the streets. They are deserted except for empty, crashed vehicles abandoned in every lane.

Alby and I had been lucky to reach the motel a few days ago. The single-story building is on the outskirts of the main town and catered to big rig truck drivers and other traffic from the interstate. I had found the skeleton key in the motel office after climbing in through the bathroom window. Alby and I spent the nights scouring every room for supplies.

No one had broken into it before we got there. Too many other rich targets to go around. But inside each room was a mini-fridge filled with snacks. Even though the electricity had been turned off, the chocolates and small bags of honey-coated nuts were edible. The tiny bottles of alcoholic beverages in each fridge did not seem useful, but I kept a few. They might be helpful in starting a fire someday when we made it outside the city. We even discovered coffee filters and a small bottle of chlorine bleach—a major score for treating our drinking water.

If I hadn’t spent days secretly peering out the dark windows of the motel, I might believe my sister and I were the last two people left on earth. But I know that out there, behind the ruined buildings and boarded-up windows, there are at least a few pairs of eyes whose owners would kill us without a second thought. My eyes flick toward the two bodies hanging from the traffic lights in the nearby intersection. They hadn’t been moved. Good.

The daytime usually belongs to looter-gangs, each with spray-can marked territories in bright displays of color that start on the buildings and drip down toward the pavement. The gangs wear something marked as well, usually a jacket or bandanna that will stand out from a distance. The snipers hole up in their nests and target anyone who encroaches on their gang’s territory. They particularly looked for members of other factions trying to increase their terrain.

Paint tags don’t show up well after dark, though, so the gangs have started leaving their victims as warnings to others not to encroach on their holding. These bodies have been hanging undisturbed in the intersection for several days, indicating a lack of activity in the area. I can only hope that the gangs have moved inward, toward the center of the city and more supply-rich targets.

No one is ever going to catch the murderers, or the ones who strung up the bodies like macabre trophies, and put them in jail. They’ll just go on and do it again and again. Like animals in the jungle—except that animals are not cruel.

We were lucky to go unmolested by the local gangs. Heaven knows we don’t look like we have much of anything, and we don’t look threatening, but that will only last for so long. Someday someone will try to kill us, possibly for no other reason than wanting to watch us die. The whole world, it seems, is at war, and no one is on my side except Alby. We only have each other.

A streak of lightning splits the sky almost directly overhead, making me wince. It is followed by a heavy clap of thunder. As frightening as it is, the bad weather is to our advantage. No one wants to be caught outside in the rain. Everyone is more afraid of fresh, untreated water and what it can do than they are of each other. But I believe we can make it out of the area and to shelter before the rain poses any danger.

In fact I’m betting our lives on it.

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Fall FabFitFun Unboxing The temperature starts to change, the days grow shorter, and that means it's fall subscription box time!

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cami & elijah ( @vcndetta )

cami couldn't help but find the other person familiar - it was as if it was a distant memory at the back of her mind- but she couldn't place it. "sorry - didn't mean to stare, you just sort of remind me of someone,"

[lcngliive]

cami & klaus ( @wvsteria )

"annoyed anyone today, klaus?" cami grinned as she looked at the other as she set the glass down in front of him. the two had struck up a friendship after cami had came to the city, both slightly more chaotic than others who resided here.

[lcngliive]

cami & hayley ( @withinthem )

"what can I get you?" cami smiled at the other, leaning back against the back shelf of the bar. it was fairly busy, something she was glad of - the place was filled with people laughing and drinking, something she liked to see.

[infcinity]

cami o’connell && hayley marshall (( @wvsteria​ ))

“hayley?” cami raised a brow at the sight of a familiar face. “hi, it’s good to see you,” she smiled, setting the tray of glasses down onto the top of the bar. “how long have you been here in the city?” she asked - she’d been here for 6 years without seeing anyone from home. 

[infcinity]

my bloody valentine mini event || cami o’connell && benjamin (( @purelybilateral​ ))

“all of this chaos does not make me miss being in new orleans,” she muttered, sighing slightly - it remined her too much of back home, all of the chaos that had happened and everything that had happened to her and her family. it was like people were bewitched. 

[infcinity]

cami o’connell && hope mikaelson (( @drvcxrys​ ))

“sorry, did you need something?” cami asked, raising a brow at the younger girl. “you look a little young for service,” she’d had college kids try it before, the ones who were just on the cusp of being twenty one, but not quite there yet. she’d always turned them back. “I can get you something non alcoholic if you’d like, I make a mean virgin martini,” 

[infcinity]

cami o’connell && elijah mikaelson (( @hxartbreaker ))

“elijah?” cami was surprised to see elijah, surprised to see anyone from home. she hadn’t seen anyone since the day she’d died back home. “I had no idea you were here in the city as well,” she hadn’t heard anything of any of the mikaleson’s - and it wasn’t hard to know when one or more of them was around. 

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hw mini event six || the valentines gala cami & anastasia ( @spellbcok )

"you'd think they'd make this place seem a little more lively," cami commented, looking around the room. "all of the love hearts and that's a little overdone, isn't it?" she asked, turning to the other.