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Cameron Baum ([info]cameront888) wrote in [info]silverage,
@ 2011-07-07 22:11:00

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Entry tags:!log, cameron, roger smith

                 
Who:  Cameron & Open
What:  Nobody has called so Cameron steps out
Where:  A random street in a seedier part of town
When:  Late Thursday night
Rating:  TBD
Status:  In progress/Open
              

She wasn't sure exactly what it was, but it was there. It was... unpleasant. 
        
It had been a while, and neither Kurt or Terry had come by the theater or even called. She considered the fact that it probably wasn't that long by human standards, but when your mind was a processor that operated thousands of time faster than a human brain and never really slept, it seemed like years. Cameron decided to 'get some air', something she'd heard a few of the other dancers talk about. Get some air, see something beside the theater and her apartment. At first she thought of a drive with the top down on her Austin-Healey, then she decided a walk would let her at least to try to interact with the people out there. So tonight she left the car in its space, put on her leather jacket, black jeans, and high-heeled boots and left her apartment on foot.
          
The neighborhood she found herself in wasn't the best. It wasn't exactly a war zone - Cameron had seen a few of those - but it was on the edge of seedy. She had considered trolling for muggers, but there really wasn't much conversation to be found there. So she walked the streets, looking in shop windows and watching the people around her. At least people watching was more entertaining than the limited number of television channels. That and the fact she still didn't understand those shows called 'sitcoms'.
         


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[info]cameront888
2011-07-13 02:42 am UTC (link)
"Ammunition is probably available if you know where to buy it." Cameron knew it was; her mechanic had a few rough customers and she had used her enhanced hearing to listen in on a few conversations while he worked on her car. "But from what I understand, there are a lot of weapons that are illegal here."

She shrugged. "One of the lighting techs at the theater is a new arrival. He's living at the Welcome Center. He says that Death's granddaughter has taken a room there."

"Where do you want to go? It sounds like there's some power under the hood that wants to be used."

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[info]roger_smith
2011-07-14 12:26 am UTC (link)
Roger nodded. "Let's just say I'm keeping my options open. I'd rather get to know who is who when it comes to cards. Hard to justify missiles and gun machines in this city."

"As yes, the Welcome Center." Roger had avoided as a residence, preferring the hotels he could negotiate with while being on the look for the one place he could call home. "Death's Granddaughter? Really?"

He laughed "I was about to ask you the same question. You seen to be more familiar with this city so what do you suggest?"

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[info]cameront888
2011-07-14 03:00 am UTC (link)
"Missles and machine guns? That's a little out of my league." These days anyway.

She nodded. "I know, its so sad that people have to stay there, but at least they have someplace to go until they find work."

Cameron laughed too. "Well, the Van Wyck Expressway has some nice straights. After that, who knows."

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[info]roger_smith
2011-07-17 07:45 pm UTC (link)
"Just tools of the trade," Roger said. "I must admit I'm hoping I won't need them here, but the Griffon feels rather bare without them."

"It's a good head start," he agreed. "When I first came, I had to negotiate my way into hotel rooms."

"Van Wyck Expressway it is," he said, speeding up a little. As they drove around a familiar street, he couldn't help but point at a nearby building, a closed bank. "Where I come from, I used to live in there according to my calculations."

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[info]cameront888
2011-07-18 12:17 am UTC (link)
"Negotiating from a position of superior firepower?"

Cameron glanced over at the vacant building. "What's it like, being from someplace so different? Do you want to go back? And how do you deal with not having a past? I mean, I've done some things that weren't... very nice, but they are all part of what I am now, I suppose."

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[info]roger_smith
2011-07-18 12:50 am UTC (link)
"A negotiator only uses violence as a last resort," Roger replied. "Sadly, that happened often. I always preferred deals where no weapons were involved."

He thought about her question. "I had friends there and I wonder what happened to them. As for not having a past..." He sighted. "I couldn't let something like that define me. I only got bits and pieces and maybe someday I'll put them together and learn my story. Or maybe not." He looked at her for a few seconds. "We all do things we come to regret, but dwelling on the "what if" is not a good idea. We have a present we can learn from and a future awaiting for us. What should matter is what you do with the knoledge and skills you got."

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[info]cameront888
2011-07-18 01:49 am UTC (link)
Cameron nodded. "If I come across anyone selling ammunition and missles, I'll be sure to get their card for you."

"Funny you should say that. I have more knowledge and skills than I'm using as a dancer. I am always wondering if there is something more I should be doing, some mission in life more than ballet. I just don't know. I don't like the feeling."

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[info]roger_smith
2011-07-19 12:05 am UTC (link)
"Well thank you. I appreciate that."

"I used to feel like that," Roger said. "Before becoming a negotiator, I was a police officer. I thought it would be perfect, that I would make a difference and help people. But things didn't work. So I left it one day and found my call. Best decision I ever made." He smiled. "That feeling you got, maybe someday you'll find your true calling and go after it."

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[info]cameront888
2011-07-19 02:41 am UTC (link)
"I thought I might get a job as a policeman once." Cameron shrugged. "Most jobs would bore me. At least dancing is moving, and requires me to concentrate."

"This negotiating thing you do sounds interesting. If I was better with people, I might want to give it a try. Maybe one of these days I could go with you and at least see what your job is about?"

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[info]roger_smith
2011-07-21 04:17 pm UTC (link)
"Being a police officer certainly isn't boring," Roger said. "At least, for me it wasn't. It was just frustrating at times." Things that happen when a corrupt corporation takes over.

He raised an eyebrow at her suggestion. Not many people found negotiatiion interesting. "I'd like that," he finally said. "Who knows? Maybe you'll find your call."

He stepped into the pedal and speed up, enjoying himself for the first time in a while.

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