xp_logs | Cammie and Adrienne

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The evil elf attempts another secret t-shirt delivery but is foiled by Cammie. A job offer ensues. After this log.

Swinging the gift bag a little, Adrienne checked the contents once more, making sure she hadn't gotten the shirts mixed up. "I know violence isn't the answer: I got it wrong on purpose, Don't Mess with Texas: It's not nice to pick on retards, My life is a very complicated drinking game. Alright my pretties, do your stuff," she said with a cackle, returning the shirts to the bag and continuing silently down the hallway, even going so far as to remove her heels so she could be more stealthy. The psychometrist was mostly tiptoeing by the time she got to Cammie's door and stretched out an arm to put the bag on the handle.

The door opened. Cammie's hours were still weird and she did look quite a bit more awake right now than she did earlier in the day, "Um... who the hell are you?" she asked.

Adrienne fought her heart down from her throat and frowned in apparent confusion at Cammie. "Adrienne Frost. Who are you?" Maybe she could get out of this by pretending nothing was out of the ordinary.

"The person who owns this door. I mean if you can really own a door," Cammie said, leaning on the door frame. "So, can I help you?"

Adrienne considered trying to bluff her way out of this, but really, what was the point? She was leaving a gift for the girl. Adrienne Frost didn't hide her generosity. "You can give this to Cammie?" she said wth a smile, holding out the bag.

"Oooh for me?" Cammie brightened up. She didn't do hand outs, but she'd at least see what was in the bag first. "Is it a gift basket? Does it have bleach in it? Please say it has bleach."

Green eyes narrowed in confusion. "Why would it have bleach in it?"

"Because I'm hungry?" Cammie offered. "Seriously, when is this going to stop freaking people out? Blondie was all like 'oh, it's all good.' But everyone is making a big deal about it."

"Now now, no need to get defensive," Adrienne chirped with sarcastic sweetness, then resorted to her regular tone. "There's no 'deal'. I just didn't know what the hell you were talking about. It's not a particularly normal thing for a person to get giddy about having a gift bag full of bleach, is it?"

"Depends on if they have a fetish for white clothing or not," Cammie said. "Me, I just like the way tastes. But I am looking forward to when people will stop treating it like it's weird and freaky. So...what's in the bag?"

Smiling a little at the answer, Adrienne held the bag out again and waved it in front of Cammie. "It wouldn't be a present if I told you, would it?" she asked, offering it to the girl.

"Yoink," Cammie said, reaching out to take the bag. "So, are you that evil t-shirt fairy I've been hearing so much about?" she asked before she peeked in the bag. "Because if so, you're totally on time, I need more than two shirts." And she'd pay back these ones, if they were indeed shirts. She looked inside and squeaked.

"I'm evil, but I'm not a fairy," Adrienne replied levelly, inwardly pleased at Cammie's reaction. "Wrong colour, I think. I always pictured fairies as being pink or green or yellow like Tinkerbell. Maybe you should ask Miss Betto, or possibly Jan?"

"Just as well, I don't believe in fairies. And I'm perfectly okay if a fairy somewhere just dropped dead because I said that," Cammie said. Three shirts. She wouldn't be able to pay this back all at once, that much she knew. Even fifteen percent off they were still about fifteen dollars a piece and it would take most of her money to do it.

"I can't pay you back for these right away." She said.

Adrienne gave her a confused look. "So the whole 'I'm sneaking up to your door with no shoes on so I don't alert anyone to the fact I'm leaving gifts for you' thing somehow translates to you thinking I want money for these?" But because she knew some people were proud about taking things without earning them- she didn't really understand that, herself, but she knew people who didn't enjoy taking something for nothing existed- Adrienne waved a hand in dismissal. "You don't have to pay me back, because they cost me nothing. I have a connection to the business. In fact, one of the designers is going to be working for me in future. Do you really only have two shirts?" she asked, in a tone that suggested Cammie had just told her she had three eyes.

"Well, I guess now I have five," Cammie said, holding on to the bag. Okay, she couldn't resist free shirts. Especially ones that were nice and snarky. "I don't exactly have a huge collection of clothes. They don't really fit in a traveling bag. I did have more, but they became bandages."

The psychometrist opened her mouth to ask about the bandages, but closed it again without speaking. "Traveling bag? Not planning on staying long?" she asked instead after a moment. "Because if you were, I'd say that if you wanted to earn money for clothes I have a clothing shop called 64Square, selling business, evening, and activewear. One of the employee incentives is that employees pay ten percent above cost for anything in the store." She doubted Cammie knew the label, but hated comparing it to other, more well-known brands like Juicy, American Eagle, or Rickis, so let the name stand on its own.

"Oh, I'm staying for awhile. It's just... well, my bag. That my stuff is in. I really don't have anything in the way of luggage. And I...wait, are you offering me a job?" she said, she was starting to say she had never even heard of the store.

Giving a one-shouldered shrug, Adrienne rocked back on her bare heels. She would have offered to give the girl clothes if she thought they would be accepted without hurting Cammie's pride, but she sensed that a job offer was a better way to offer aid than outright philanthropy. Besides, Adrienne didn't want to ruin the ruthless bitch image she coveted so much in front of the press. "I may have need of sales associates what with spring approaching, assuming you're competent, and interested, and your powers- since I'm assuming you wouldn't be here if you didn't have any- are controlled enough not to kill, injure, or maim any shoppers, since I have no desire to get into any trouble with the authorities." She gave Cammie a small smile after that last statement, since she knew the girl wouldn't be walking around the mansion if the Professor thought she might be a danger to anyone.

"Employers and stuff have to run background checks," Cammie said. And hers would turn up the thing she didn't talk about. Accident was just a semantic when you killed someone, "That and my green arm might sort of not sit well with people."

"Tell them it's a fashion statement and we could probably mass-market it," Adrienne smirked. The other thing, the background check thing, gave her pause, however. "If you're not interested in working for my company, don't bother answering, but what did you do?" It was much easier to just ask the person why a background check would negate employment, in Adrienne's opinion. She would be doing the official check, if Cammie was really interested in the job, but if the girl wasn't hireable then being told that now would save her some time.

"Nothing worth writing home about," Cammie quipped. She wasn't going to go into it right here. Or with anyone. "I mean, it'd be nice to not have to steal money, but I'm really not job material."

"Did you steal from an employer? Purposely do harm to another person for any reason other than self defense?" Adrienne couldn't resist asking. She wasn't able to determine whether Cammie genuinely didn't want a job or was just being defensive to preserve her pride. If it was the former, then the girl would blow her off and that would be that. If it was the latter, Adrienne could respect that as it was something she was all-too familiar with, and she hoped her questions would clue Cammie in to her particular position on just who exactly she considered to be 'job material.' Without giving some flowery speech.

"Never had a real job to steal from," Cammie returned. But stealing had been her job. And sometimes 'employers' ripped her off. "And oh, all the time. But I never got caught for that," she said the last with a grin, "What's life without the occasional fist fight? Though I will admit, I've never gone up and just punched someone. In a store. And when it happened in a bar, there was always a reason. Like boredom."

"If you want me to even consider hiring you, you'd better be joking," Adrienne retorted, trying to keep her tone as light as possible so as not to piss Cammie off, but making it very clear that she did not find the situation funny. "I don't play well with people who hit others to get their jollies. If you want to play Ultimate Fight Club in bars and hit people who want to be hit and hit you back, and you do it in your spare time that's another story- I love boxing as much as the next modeling-and-fashion-design-company mogul does- but you'd better be serious about not starting fights with people who don't share your choice of boredom relief."

"Hey, if I jump someone they're doing something that's just asking for it. But you don't start fights in public or in a store, unless someone's holding up the store then it's a different story," Cammie said still smirking. "If I fight, it's in a bar with those big burly guys who also love to fight and can't picture a little girl kicking their ass."

Adrienne laughed at that, the cold steel fading from her eyes. "Alright, that's fair." She offered Cammie her hand. "I can't promise anything, but if you really do want the job I'll look into it and get back to you."

"Sure knock yourself out, but I'm really not 'job' material," Cammie returned, stating the fact again. "But thanks for the shirts. Don't worry, I won't tell Lil you're the evil t-shirt fairy. If she asks, we never met."

"Perhaps not traditional job material, but I like variety in my work force on occasion," Adrienne responded, stepping back from Cammie. "And thank you for keeping my secret identity a secret."

"No problem. I might hold it for ransom some day, but we'll see how bored I am," Cammie quipped.