We'll Never Fade Away Who: Cameron, anyone who might be gather to listen to him speak or talk to him after (you know you want to) When: Around 5:00 p.m. Where: In front of Town Hall
It was very carefully set up; from various people placed in the crowd to keep things under control and going the right way to "impromptu" flyers stuck up all over Scarlet Oak. Everything that Cameron did was set up that way, results of having been raised by the Calverts and groomed to take over the family business eventually. With Amanda naturally, couldn't be a Calvert without a Blake. Even if this time around she'll have my last name too. No, not thinking about that. Gotta concentrate. Anyhow, carefully set up, Cameron liked to think about all of this before he stepped up to the spotlight. He'd put word out to hunters for reasons extending past just scouring supernaturals. Someone needed to be out there in the crowd to make sure that someone didn't freak out and try to kill him. Which would just prove my point if they did. He was also aware of that. He hadn't explained that part to Amanda, however. Some things were better left unsaid.
Taking a long drink of water, Cameron smiled at the people who had come with him. "Oh don't look so nervous, we're not doing anything illegal. Freedom to assemble, freedom to speak... you all know these things. Relax." He waited until the tension eased a little before walking out to stand on the steps of the town hall. There was no stand because there weren't any notes. He didn't need any of those for something like this. This was something he actually believed in and there was really no preparing past thinking it all out. His father'd never approve of a lack of notes.
"Well," Cameron said loudly, his voice easily carrying over the now-hushed crowd. "Either you all know why you're here or you just saw the crowd and decided to gather. Doesn't matter much to me because you need to hear what I have to say, no matter what you are." His eyes tightened a little at that. There needed to be an easier way to distinguish between normal people and the freaks so that the latter could be kept out of things like this where they had no part. "My name's Cameron Calvert and I'm a human, something which was more than good enough until just a couple months ago. I'm not a witch, a were, a psychic, an elemental and well-" He grinned broadly to show his completely normal teeth. "Definitely not a vampire. And I'm here to say what so many of you are thinking and afraid to say." He pointed into the crowd, grin gone.
"We're not good enough anymore, us humans, not with all of these creatures coming out of the woodworks and flaunting their unnaturalness like it's no longer good enough to just all be on the same playing field. Oh no, they're better, can't classify with us. We're... feeding stock for the vampires, because I don't care what they say about wanting to use the blood banks - people have died from vampire attacks!" Just recently in their town too, that Vol. Who cared what he was, he'd still died from a vampire attack and it served Cameron's purpose. "You know who I'm talking about - Vol Callahan, killed by vampires and has anything happened to the ones who did it? Yeah, the blood banks are working really well." He could see anger and fear reflecting in the eyes of some people closest to him and it made his blood flow, knowing that people were hearing him, the quiet mutterings almost like music to his ears.
"And let's not forget about the children who were taken to be bled for some use so sinister I don't even want to name it. Sure, some of you might say they have their bad just like we do, but you know what I think? Their bad shows itself far more and their good... well, it's about as useless as I always thought." He paused. "The demon attacks. They came and so many people were killed or maimed, children left without parents... children missing, presumed dead. Children. Where were the do-gooders then?" His voice raised to a roar, true anger ringing there as it swept over the crowd. "Where were the white witches and the 'good' vampires and the were's with all their strength and the psychics who can see things coming? I'll tell you where, saving their own skin or hiding just like us."
"Demons didn't come until after this Light of May, until after all of the supernaturals were starting to flaunt themselves. Darkness, more like, look at all they've brought! 'We want special rights saying we're the same'. Well, they're not, clear as day. So why should they think they are? Let things go back like they've always been, these supernaturals acting like the rest of us. Worked for how long? Let them hide again like they should - being open has just led to problem after problem. Our own politicians' children are being attacked and turning into monsters right in the middle of the day!" He'd been so disgusted to see that on the news. He'd never liked the Moriarty's, a supernatural family that was far too well-regarded, but now he liked them even less. A political move, that fight, he was almost sure of it. The Moriarty's were far too aware. "Possibly because our own politicians aren't even pretending anymore. They flaunt their use of magic - dark magic at that! - with no punishment forthcoming. People love Mr. Moriarty, and why? Because of that party he threw?" A laugh tore out. "Yeah, good reason, let's support the black witch with a daughter who turns into a monster because he gave away some of his money... he can't protect you from what's happening. No one can."
He paused until the angry mutterings died, catching the eye of one of the men he'd hired and the eyes of a woman who looked like she was ready to cry. "Now, I'm not saying go out and kill the supernaturals." Just wishing that'd happen and get it over with already. He was trained as a lawyer, he could lie through his teeth. "Far from it. I just think that they need to either step up and do all of these 'good things' they claim they can or they need to go back to hiding what they are like worked so well. If they can't protect anyone then they don't deserve to be praised or acknowledged as anything special... being human should be good enough. It always was before."
That may not have been exactly what he'd intended, Cameron reflected as he ducked back into the alcove with the ones who'd come with him, but hey. Good enough, got the point across. "Sometimes I hate the things I have to say," he sighed, meaning the bit about not wanting supernaturals gone. Now he just had to wait and see what happened. He knew that there were more people out there who thought like him just like he knew he and Amanda were going to need to watch out that much more.