log: Cammie & Yvette

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Yvette drops off reading as promised, bringing Cammie Zombies. The gift that keeps on giving.

Yvette wasn't a regular in medlab, but she did know her way around, mostly from visiting Forge and Paige and reminding them to eat. But this time the bag over her shoulder was full of books, not food, and she was headed for the infirmary, to visit the new girl. Normally she'd have brought apples as well, but after the talk on the journals she had an idea it wouldn't be as appreciated as she would like, so instead she'd tucked in some Styrofoam packing beads left over from various Christmas parcels. Gently, in case the girl was sleeping, she tapped on the door with her long fingers, a slightly muffled metallic sound.

"It's open," Cammie said, quickly closing out of the window. True, the videos were jokingly porn. The type that was painted over to make it look "user friendly" and just an absolute riot. There was something about things being brightly painted as party favors.

She was still chuckling after she closed it, "You can come right in."

Haha, come. She was going to kill herself with petty amusement.

The door opened, revealing a dark red face framed by long, slightly stiff-looking loose curls. "Hello?" Yvette said, her voice soft but the accent plain. "I am Yvette. I was saying I would be bringing you something to be reading, yes?"

"Hey," Cammie said, "Yeah, I remember saying something. What'cha bring?" she asked. This was the girl who said something about not being touched. Which Cammie could totally respect. "You can call me Cammie," she added. Her mood was actually good today.

"Cammie." Yvette repeated it to get the sound of it right as she came in. Her eyes glowed softly blue as she looked up at the girl in the bed. "I was not sure what you are liking other than the odd books, so I was asking different people what they are thinking." Clambering up on the chair, she took her normal crouching perch on it as she began pulling books out of the bag. "Also, I am remembering you said you like to eat this, yes?" She pulled out the bag of packing peanuts. "Like the candy?"

"Yep, I'll eat packing peanuts. It's kinda like bubble gum," Cammie said with a laugh as the Yvette started unloading books. It was more than she had read in the last three years combined. Other than that one blue bitch, everyone here was... nice. It had stopped being creepy though. She could almost enjoy it.

"I wouldn't recommend it for anyone else though. I'm sure they wouldn't taste that great to anyone else."

"Oh, I am believing you." Yvette smiled shyly, pleased at the response. Cammie wasn't the sort of girl she was used to - her manner reminded her of John's, actually - but she was alone in a strange place and Yvette knew what that was like. "It can be boring here, sometimes, so I am hoping I am finding some things you would like." She picked up one of the books, World War Z. "I cannot remember who was saying this might be interesting, but it is about the zombies. Those are different, yes?"

"Ooooh, Zombies. Zombies are cool," Cammie said reaching out for the books and the packing peanuts. Nothing like a snack. "Zombies are generally best in movies though, but I'll give them a shot in books. After all, they're just out to eat brains," she mused, pausing for a moment and readjusting the bandaging on her left arm.

Yvette tilted her head at the bandage. "Did you hurt your arm?" she asked, concerned. "You said, on the journals, that you had been stabbed, yes?"
"Yeah, I was stabbed but no, it didn't hurt my arm," Cammie said, fumbling with the bandage, she sighed, and unwrapped her arm partially turning away to hide the colored flesh, "It's hard to explain, but my left arm isn't normal. Which I guess is normal in a way around here."

There was a flash of blue as Yvette's eyes glowed briefly with amusement, and she nodded. "It is being normal, yes." She tried not to peer at Cammie's arm - obviously she wasn't comfortable with it being seen and Yvette wasn't about to make that worse. "But I think, sometimes, we are forgetting that it is not so normal outside. I... do not go out so much. People are frightened, when they are seeing me."

It didn't take more than thirty seconds to get it bound up the way she liked it. She couldn't do much about her fingers other than a glove, and she wasn't going to put one on right now, "That's likely a good idea based on some of the shit I've seen," not the most comforting thing to say to a kid, but the true one. "People are always going to be upset by things they don't get."

Instead of getting upset, Yvette seemed sad more than anything else. "It has always been this way," she replied, sounding older than she seemed for a moment. "Before there are the mutants. So, I try to be careful and I try to learn to protect myself and my friends."

"Yeah, that's about all you can do," Cammie said. Punch it and hope it goes away. And/or doesn't stab you. Stupid knife. That was going to bother her for awhile. "If you don't mind me asking, how old are you?" she looked young, but the skin made it hard to tell.

"Sixteen. I am turning seventeen in August." She looked down shyly. "I know I am seeming younger, because I am so small and my English is still not American. I am from Albania, first." She glanced up at Cammie. "And you are older than the student, yes? They did not say we were to be having the new person in the New Mutants, so I am guessing you will not be in our classes, yes?"

"Yeah, I don't think so," Cammie said. She did seem a lot younger than sixteen. The way she talked didn't help that, but it was cute, in a way you'd normally peg to a little kid. "I'm a bit old for highschool," she mused.

"A pity. But there are many older students here too, for the university." Yvette gave Cammie another of those shy smiles. "You will be meeting them, when you are allowed to leave here. Do you think that will be soon?"

"I hope so, I'm going nuts in here," Cammie said. Though she could understand why they wanted to make sure she wouldn't tear open her stitches first. Texas was a very good example of why they didn't want her bleeding on anything. And while she was here...

...She wouldn't admit it to anyone quite yet, but college would be cool. Even better without living at home and having to deal with her Dad wanting her to be a doctor. That wouldn't happen. But there were things out there that appealed to her. If she lasted that long.

"Trust me when I say this isn't really that fun."

"Oh, I am remembering. The X-Men are finding me too and I was here for the little time after I woke up." Yvette looked around the small room. "It was just as plain as when I was here. I thought I was in the movie, almost, when I first woke up. Everything was so strange."

"Yeah, I bet that would've been enough to throw anyone," she had been almost conscious when they had made it here. Something she had sheer stubbornness to thank for.

"It's plain in here, but it's better than some places. And at least now I have something to do. So I'm not just staring at the ceiling and poking at my stitches." In other words: thanks for the books.

Luckily, Yvette spoke fluent Kevin, and she nodded. "I am glad I was bringing them for you, then." She glanced at the clock on the wall. "I should go - I have the classes soon and Miss Munroe prefers we are not late. It was nice to be meeting you, Cammie. I hope you are getting better soon, yes?"

"Yeah, ditto," Cammie said, picking up the Zombie book. "I'm sure I can annoy my way out of here before much longer," she promised. Mmm, scourges of the undead.