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Allison Cameron ([personal profile] as_damaged) wrote2009-12-13 01:42 am

☤ twenty-nine

[Openest Action that Ever Actioned]

[Cameron is an atheist, but in some ways she's all for the holidays. They're an excuse to be happy. Sometimes you need one. So she doesn't think anything of the Christmas decorations everywhere, on buildings and lampposts, garlands around doorways and lights in the trees. How she makes it into work without being assaulted by smooches is anyone's guess. But she does.

Her luck? Her luck is bound to change, at work, after work, on her way home, wherever you might like to imagine you might encounter her.]


[ooc; SCREAM please. imagine this was hours ago ;_; we've company from out of town so my computer access has not been optimal today |D ilu all. um. open for EVERYONE, srsly, the more the merrier imo >D backdating is likely sob sorry ILOVEYOUPOLY

ETA; 3 am where did you come from. more when i'm awake ;.; <333]
thenormalsquint: ([Angela]: caught in a moment)

action; SOB I WAS AFRAID YOU WOULD NEVER POST AND WE COULD NEVER TERRORIZE OUR GIRLS

[personal profile] thenormalsquint 2009-12-13 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Sometime during the day, Angela lost count of how many people she's locked lips with. She does remember, however, that five people should invest in Tic-Tacs as soon as possible and that two people really need Chapstick.

But the day is winding down and she has a couple of tricks to get into for certain residents of her apartment building before they get home, so no more kissing for her if she can fight it. Her path home takes her down the sidewalk right into Cameron's own path. Their association, rather than a friendship, has been polite these last few weeks so Angela nods slightly to the other woman as a greeting.]


Hey.
thenormalsquint: ([Angela]: from my lips to god's ear)

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[personal profile] thenormalsquint 2009-12-13 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
[She has a plan to continue walking her way, which Angela manages to do for all of two steps before feeling an urge to double back and call out to Cameron.

The only problem is that Angela isn't calling to get Cameron's attention, but to warn her. That urge has become familiar to Angela today and she knows what's coming and for once today, it's not what she wants to do.]


Oh, fuck me...

[No, Cameron, not you. Not Cameron ever, even though Angela's tugging on her coat sleeve to get her closer.]
thenormalsquint: ([Angela]: that's just nasty)

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[personal profile] thenormalsquint 2009-12-13 08:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Angela clearly has a look of disgust on her face as she puckers up, much like if one was forced to kiss their Great Aunt Marcy, the one who smells like Ben-gay and likes to pop out her yellowed dentures at the dinner table.

Of course, Cameron is much more attractive than any great aunt but that doesn't mean Angela wants to kiss her. It feels like her hands have a mind of their own as they thread into Cameron's blonde strands to hold her in place, going from a light brush of her lips to a firmer pressure against Cameron's.

There is not enough Listerine in the City for Angela right now. Maybe hospital-grade bleach will do her better.]
thenormalsquint: ([Angela]: whatever)

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[personal profile] thenormalsquint 2009-12-13 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[For somebody who likewise wants to get over it, Angela doesn't give up much of a fight. In fact, she doesn't give up much of anything but a soft whine that while is one of horror, could easily be mistaken for one of enjoyment by any passing parties.

Let any passing parties not be anybody either one of them knows. It's easier to be embarrassed by strangers you'll never see again than by next door neighbors or colleagues.

Thank God for small mercies because that evil plant has gone back to the hell from whence it came and Angela finally finds the strength to push back from Cameron, turning to hack, cough, and spit away any traces of Cameron's mouth.]


What... the... hell...
thenormalsquint: ([Angela]: oh the horror)

action; do we want to torture them some more?

[personal profile] thenormalsquint 2009-12-14 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Screw being polite. Politeness isn't necessary when a horrifying event occurs. At least she isn't panicking, screaming bloody murder.]

Tell me about it.

[In a moment of clarity, Angela glances over to Cameron, eyes squinted in a suspicious look.]

At least your breath doesn't stink.

[Take it as a compliment, Cameron. It's not exactly stuck firmly in the insult category.]
thenormalsquint: ([Angela]: sheepish sheep)

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[personal profile] thenormalsquint 2009-12-14 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[Barely more than a cough, but Angela caught it. It triggers her into a puff of a laugh, not quite bitter, but not quite outright amused. There could be worse people to kiss in the grand scheme of things. She could have kissed House.]

You don't tell Robert and I won't.

[Because the last thing either one of them needs is a pouty Australian in their midsts.]
thenormalsquint: ([Angela]: silent contemplation)

action; this handbasket is fun!

[personal profile] thenormalsquint 2009-12-15 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
[No, that's okay. Because all that would do is re-confirm the idea that Angela had about Cameron being in love with House if that kiss wasn't curse related.

If it's a joke of a handshake, it flies over Angela's head because she comes close enough to slap her hand against Cameron's.]


I would ask you to pinky swear but we're both grown adults, right?

[There's a slight tug on Cameron's hand coming from Angela's direction, just like the one a few minutes ago. That slight tug is quickly becoming a stronger one and her eyes roll up to the awning above them to witness another damn sprig above them. When her eyes come back down to Earth, the only thing she sees is the poor woman has been yanked right up against her.]

I'm sorry.

[The apology is a quick breath of warm air against Cameron's lips as Angela's arm wraps around Cameron's waist. Her teeth catch on Cameron's lip, gentle nips asking for permission.

She did say earlier she really liked this curse. Too bad hindsight is a bitch. Her opinion has taken a total 180.]
thenormalsquint: ([Angela]: hold on to yourself)

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[personal profile] thenormalsquint 2009-12-15 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[More than unfair. This is outright pure evil on the part of the curse. This is the stuff that nightmares are made of. Never had Angela imagined she'd kiss Cameron, much less twice.

Along with that bleach cocktail, she's going to need some nice acid to scrub her tongue down at the end of the night now that it's found itself a home against Cameron's. Where was Hodgins with his chemical knowledge to fix one up for her when she needed him? Then again, maybe it's best he wasn't around in the City. He'd might like this little show his ex-girlfriend is putting on, complete with her hand tipping Cameron's chin up to deepen the kiss as if things weren't bad enough.]
thenormalsquint: ([Angela]: oh the horror)

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[personal profile] thenormalsquint 2009-12-18 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[Depending on which cheeks one is referring to, Angela would have been fine with a peck on one. However, now Cameron's grabbing her ass and that's definitely not the cheek where Angela's preferences lie.

They're dueling in the battle of who hads the redder face until a joyous whoop from a very unwanted and undesired passerby (figures somebody would be around to enjoy their shame) pulls Angela from her haze. She yanks herself away to surreptitiously wipe her mouth with her sleeve, unable to look Cameron in the eye. The space between them now is wide enough to drive an ocean liner through.]


What the hell was that?
thenormalsquint: ([Angela]: curious monkey is curious)

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[personal profile] thenormalsquint 2009-12-18 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, go. Me too. Far away. Far, far, far away.

[Wine isn't going to cut it for Angela. In fact, she's not going to head home. She's going to go to some skeezy dive of a bar and drink the hardest liquor they have. Maybe it'll ruin the memory center of her brain along with her liver.]