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Cameron Michaels (galactic_hippy) wrote in snyderville,
@ 2009-11-17 20:56:00

Entry tags:

cameron michaels, madison avery

Who: Madison Avery, Cameron Michaels
What: It's a girls' night out! What fun!
Where: Snyderville, outside the confines of the Compton County Prison
When: one of these days...
Rating: TBD
Status: incomplete

Cameron had needs. She'd evacuated to the county jail with nothing more than a few changes of clothes, some cruelty-free toiletries, and a small stash of dope. She knew her friend Bailey would be happy to drive her out to her family's lake house to retrieve a few more necessities of life, but from within the safety of the electric fence the short trip looked like a reasonably safe and easy one.

A few hours later, venturing out on her own was proving to be a big mistake. The formerly empty streets now seemed to be teeming with the living-impaired. Cameron could only guess that when the humans had all moved into the safety of the jail, depriving the living-impaired of their food source, they had adapted by becoming smarter.

Well, maybe not smarter, but certainly more cunning and more determined than ever to make a meal of her brains! It seemed that they'd detected her scent and had started closing in as she rode her bike back up the Lake Road and into town.

Every street Cameron tried to bike down was quickly blocked by the vital-signs-challenged, moaning hungrily and reaching for her with grasping fingers. Screaming in fear (and eventually pure frustration) she retreated, only to be blocked again at the next intersection.

Worse, it was starting to dawn on her that the zombies had closed in behind her! Not only was she not going to make it back to the jail, but escape back to the relative safety of her house with the boarded-up windows was impossible now too.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," she panted as she pedaled, peering this way and that at the familiar buildings of downtown Snyderville. She'd never considered the architecture in terms of survival before. Where was a safe place to hide?

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likewisconsin
2009-11-18 07:05 am UTC (link)

Why, with Madison Avery, of course. Where else?

Her day began with a shower, during which she plotted out several careful plans that would take her away from the Compton County community lovefest. More people should've been feeling stir crazy. It made Maddy nervous that everybody seemed so relaxed with their current situation. Yay prison? What the fuck!

While she had a very annoyed expression reserved for anybody crossing her path as she left, nobody bothered her. People were starting to learn, at least. She set out on her bike, packing enough heat to blow the heads off several moderately sized hordes. No, she wasn't exaggerating. And to think, she even had the forethought to bring a bag for all the clothing she intended to bring back with her.

That was the idea, for anybody slow in the audience. Her entire wardrobe, save a few unbecoming articles hung on a clothesline, had burned to tatters. What she had smelled strangely of charred bacon. New clothing was in order.

She had noted some loud noises, screams maybe, but passed them off as simple zombie moans. Maddy had blocked all the exits after sweeping the entire clothing store, so she'd know if anything rotting tried to get in. As noises grew closer, she recognized human speech, and that made her frown. Even her prickly disposition didn't allow for conscious damning of human life. She pushed her makeshift barricade away from the door and yanked it open.

Hippie. Figured.

"Dump the bike and get in here!" she yelled, waving emphatically. Maddy didn't want to get into a bullet battle. She just wanted to find some decent bras. Why was that so fucking difficult?

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galactic_hippy
2009-11-18 10:05 pm UTC (link)

Cameron's head whipped around at the sound of a coherent, non-moaning, human voice shouting orders. The bicycle wobbled but she recovered her balance quickly and pedaled with renewed vigor straight for the open door.

Dump the bike? And risk some sloppy living-impaired getting their zombie guts all over it? Ew! And all her stuff was loaded into the milk crate bolted onto the back! And the bicycle was her only form of self-defense. Cameron hated to do it, but if the choice was between being snack food and sideswiping a zombie, she put the pedal to the metal. (Of course she always apologized to the living-impaired as she mowed them down.)

Now she did a hasty parking job next to a rack of blouses--was that polyester? Gross!--and ran to help her savior replace the barricade.

"They're everywhere," she babbled. "I think they're really hungry!

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likewisconsin
2009-11-20 12:07 am UTC (link)

'Dump the bike' translated to 'ride on in here and drop the kickstand by some ugly clothes' in hippie. Madison should've been happy to learn something new, but her joy only bloomed when Cameron eagerly assisted her as she reinforced the doorway.

"They're always everywhere," Maddy pointed out with the final shove that secured their barricade in place. Backing away from the door, she silently studied the other woman, looking for any signs of contact with the zombies. She didn't trust anybody to be honest if they'd been scratched or bitten. Everybody knew what that meant, and who would volunteer the information if they knew they'd be put down immediately after?

Cameron looked clean. Apparently her bike had served her well. Cellblock H would be partying tonight.

"So what brought you into town?" she asked, moving back to the racks of undergarments, determined to start herself a fine collection if it was the last thing she did. And there were zombies at the door, so who knew? Maybe it would be.

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galactic_hippy
2009-11-20 12:48 am UTC (link)

"It just seemed as if there were more of them than usual," Cameron said meekly as Maddy gave her the once-over. Her stomach did an uncomfortable little flip-flop, remembering their first meeting. There'd been the implied threat of shooting then, too.

She trailed after Maddy to the underwear display.

"I needed a few things from, er, home," she answered, belatedly remembering something Bailey had said about the pigs burning down Maddy's trailer. Cameron's cheeks colored.

"How about you?" she asked brightly. She'd just almost become zombie chow. She needed a moment to collect her wits.

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likewisconsin
2009-11-22 04:15 am UTC (link)

It wouldn't be very sensitive to point out that there probably were a few more zombies than usual, a fact likely attributed to silly people roaming around unprotected and getting turned rotter as a result. Madison, sure, wasn't the most sensitive lady in the land, but she had her moments.

On occasion, anyway.

"Anything you can grab at this fine establishment?" she asked, since venturing all the way out to Cameron's place seemed like a bad plan. That the establishment was far from fine was something Maddy could overlook when subtly attempting to prevent another zombie girl from being born.

Madison picked up a bra, some silk/lace hybrid that looked ridiculous, but at least didn't feel like sandpaper beneath her fingertips. "Me? I need an actual clothing selection. It's a little cold for a single pair of shorts and a t-shirt." Her current jeans and jacket were donations that did nothing to flatter her figure. She did not approve.

"You really shouldn't go out alone. At least not unarmed."

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galactic_hippy
2009-11-22 04:30 am UTC (link)

Cameron looked around the nearby displays with a critical eye. The clothes practically screamed 'sweat-shop labor'.

"I rode out to my place with no trouble, actually. It was just coming back that things got really heavy with the life-impaired. It was like they were waiting. Like an ambush!" she said, eyes widening.

Maddy was browsing the lingerie so Cameron followed suit, pulling a hanger with a camisole dangling from it off the rack and holding it against herself speculatively. Poor Madison! It wasn't as if she had many clothing options here in Snyderville. Cameron considered offering some clothing from her own shop but Maddy didn't really look like a hemp and tie-dye kind of woman.

"I didn't think it would be so bad, on the bike. They're not exactly speed demons." Her tone betrayed some of her frustration. "They're just really inconvenient, you know?"

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likewisconsin
2009-11-22 05:12 am UTC (link)

Maddy glanced over when Cameron followed her, but she didn't really react. She wasn't annoyed by the company. Not yet, anyway. No guarantees things would stay sunny, but the forecast was good for the moment.

"I think I saw whatever's supposed to match with that over here," she commented, in case Cameron was in the market for some sexy unmentionables. Wasn't Maddy's place to speculate beyond that.

It was also lucky that she had never had the luxury of being too terribly picky. The sexy lace thing was tossed into her growing pile of acceptable clothing items. Even if the pickings were slim, Madison was going to make out like a bandit.

"I think what it is, really, is that they don't get tired like we do. They can always catch up since we'll need to rest eventually," she said conversationally, which really was a disturbing demonstration of how easy she could handle this mess.

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galactic_hippy
2009-11-22 10:31 pm UTC (link)

"Ooh, thanks." It wasn't so much that Cameron needed any of this stuff, more like 'bonding through browsing'. She found Maddy a bit intimidating, but Bailey seemed to consider her a friend.

Actually, considering the lack of privacy in the prison, she could use a few things to lounge around in.

"Oh, yeah, that makes sense," she agreed, not really disturbed by Maddy's logic. For as much as she tried to maintain some sort of sympathy for people who had once been neighbors and even customers, the truth was that the living-impaired were a bunch of mindless, brain-munching cannibals.

"I'm really sorry the cops burned down your, er, place," Cameron offered. "Things are rough enough without Chief Cooper going all... You know. Totalitarian."

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likewisconsin
2009-11-23 05:38 am UTC (link)

In truth, Madison did not know what the hell else to do with this situation, so that's how she ended up making helpful lingerie suggestions. If she applied herself, Maddy could probably leave a decent enough impression on Cameron, but this whole zombie thing was exhausting enough. Why fake overwhelming pleasantness?

Wasn't like they were in high school. After all, she didn't need to secure prom queen votes or anything like that.

Talking about zombies didn't seem too terribly wise, even if Madison wasn't actively trying to win this person over. She silenced that avenue of conversation and moved on.

"Eh. I might've been hasty in accusing Cooper. There's no real evidence either way," she told Cameron, hoping absently that she wasn't accused of being a liar and pelted with an eruption of hemp. The haze of rage had finally cleared, and Madison could see a chance that Cooper was innocent. "Slim chance it wasn't him."

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galactic_hippy
2009-11-24 01:29 am UTC (link)

"Well, he is the chief of police; if he did do it he'd have no problem covering up the evidence."

Cameron was always eager to see a police conspiracy behind any misfortune.

"Oh, look, tights!" Fortunately for Maddy, Cameron also had a short attention span. Distracted by the bright colors, she wandered over to another nearby display.

"These might come in handy this winter. The jail seems like it could get drafty. Do you think the life-impaired horde out there will get tired of waiting soon?" she added as an afterthought.

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likewisconsin
2009-11-28 12:02 am UTC (link)

Maddy tilted her head as though to give Cameron a point for that one. If Cooper wanted to cover something up, it wouldn't be tricky, especially not with all the zombies about. Actually, it would be a bit of a breeze. Though she didn't acknowledge it, her Cooper-rage was bubbling once again.

Always fun.

The distraction was nearly appreciated, especially since Madison needed all kinds of clothing, not just strange lacy underthings. She moved to inspect the tights, then smirked at the sight of an 80's-inspired party dress. "I am shocked nobody has taken that," she said, studying the hot pink puff of shiny fabric with a morbid curiosity. "And they'll clear out soon. One way or another."

She was still carrying firearms, after all.

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galactic_hippy
2009-11-29 10:35 pm UTC (link)

Cameron added a pair of green and a pair of orange tights to her stash of looted clothing, trying her best to imitate Maddy's lack of concern.

Of course, the girl rode a motorcycle and handled guns with every appearance of confidence. She didn't need to worry.

"It has potential... If you like pink," Cameron said doubtfully, studying the dress with a similarly dubious expression, but unsure of quite how to react. It was one thing for a resident to mock Snyderville, something else entirely for an outsider to try--and Cameron was still an outsider, in spite of living in the town full-time for the past several years. Summer residency, she'd found, didn't count for much with the natives.

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