Cameron (thatstight) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-01-27 14:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | cameron phillips |
Who; Cameron, Open if anyone wants to tag in
Where; Random Art Center
When; Afternoon
Rating/Status; PG / Complete unless someone wants to join
For John the relocation to LA was almost like a dream come true, there was no Skynet, there were no machines after him, sure there was still danger but it was the kind he could handle on his own for the most part. For Cameron though it was a different story. No Skynet, no Terminators, meant no mission. Her programming was composed mostly to protect John Connor from the machines, to stop Skynet before it could become the program that would end the world. These rules no longer applied.
It was a less than ideal situation for her.
On Hal's advice Cameron enrolled herself in an art class at a studio near the Isis Apartments, he had suggested she try painting. She was to find hobbies now, things to do that would fill her hours now that she had no mission. She was still uncertain about it all.
Cameron entered the class with her bag filled with supplies and looked around for the instructor.
"Cameron, Cameron Phillips?" A woman asked as she approached her.
Cameron, falling into her more human persona (after all to this woman she was just that, a human girl here to paint), offered the instructor a smile. "Yes. I brought what you asked," she said holding the bag up a little.
The instructor smiled at her and pointed out an empty easel. "Why don't you go set up there," she suggested.
Cameron moved to the easel and set about the task of setting her things up while the instructor talked. "Alright class today we are going to be working on landscapes, I would like for everyone to think back to the most prominent landscape that made up their childhood, that will be your subject....."
Childhood. She had not had a childhood. She glanced around the room watching the others start in on their task. Cameron looked down to her palette, the colours were automatically scanned and the exact makeup listed in the left hand side of her display while she processed through the problem posed to her. An image from Alison's childhood was accessed and Cameron glanced to her canvas. Yes, that would do.
She set about painting the image and had to remind herself to slow down, she could paint much faster than her classmates but that would draw attention to herself. As the image started to take shape on her canvas, a picture pefect replication of the one she had pulled, the instructor passed by.
"Wonderful realism Cameron, I liked your choice to use a symbolic landscape," the woman stated staring at the canvas, the scene of devastation, a world after Judgment Day, a world run by machines. "Your parents must have been divorced, it can seem like a war to many children," the woman offered her a sympathetic smile.
Cameron ran through possible answers, finding the one that would cause the least amount of questioning. She smiled back at the woman. "Yes. Divorce is a war." She turned back to her painting.