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1957 / Re: big enough for the two of us ; Camilla
« on: 08/22/2019 at 11:51 »
Camilla had expected something less interesting, perhaps because she was used to seeing her peers reading books that, whilst they might be interesting, lacked depth whatsoever or any intellectual value. In her opinion, assuming that the others were bound to read irrelevant books was directly related to the fact that (she could almost picture her mother scowling at her now) she had the tendency of assuming that she was more intelligent than most people around her.

Because she was pleased to hear his response, she quickly made space for the boy moving some of her books aside.

"Machado, it's poetry," She briefly glanced towards the second book he was carrying, arching a single eyebrow but saying nothing as she failed to see its cover. "I'm trying to decipher the symbolism  he uses." As she was not being as successful as she would have liked with that task, she was quick to gesture towards his book - the Freud one.

"What do you think about that one, do you agree with what he says?"

1957 / Re: big enough for the two of us ; Camilla
« on: 08/21/2019 at 09:21 »
No room was big enough to fit all the books Camilla Carstairs wanted (--needed) to read. Her various bedrooms in her various houses were the clear evidence of this, with too many books of too many different authors scattered around all surfaces: bookshelves, bed, floor, wardrobes...

To read, she needed space, but such thing was a privilege reserved for a tiny group of very lucky campers in that crowded library - this time, she was not one of the lucky ones.

With a small pile of books in front of her - she had been quite disappointed to find that there were no books about the evolution of poetry in southern Europe - she was too invested in a particularly ambiguous stanza (she was trying to decipher the symbolism the author used, a task that was turning to be more complicated than what she had first expected) to hear the question directed at her at first.

"Um..." Camilla's gaze shifted from her book to the boy at least four times before she spoke. "What are you going to read?"

1957 / Re: do not disturb - alice
« on: 08/16/2019 at 21:04 »
“No.” Her answer was immediate, fully understanding the meaning behind the words - or word, to be more precise - that was left unspoken. Alice Swan knew what her seriously meant, just like Camilla Carstairs understood what her silence involved.

And it was because she fully understood that her answer was negative, and as she turned her head to the side to fully face her friend as she spoke, she considered that it was necessary to clarify why.

It was simple:

“It’s not garbage,” A pause. “ bullshit.”

1957 / Re: maybe - olette
« on: 08/13/2019 at 22:44 »
“Unfair to me.”

This girl - who she presumed had asked Jeremiah to leave the rest - had probably not wasted a single second of her existence thinking about how her actions could affect others. Asking him to leave the rest, to just be with him - a terribly selfish thing to do, for they all knew (and they were all stupid enough to accept) that one girl was not enough for him - would involve breaking Camilla’s heart. And that wasn’t fair.

The words - foolish and rude - could be either an insult towards Jeremiah or her, perhaps both. It occur to her then, that she - Olette - was simply not mature enough.

“I won’t,” Then, as she gestured towards the book on her hands. “I’ll be busy reading this.”

1957 / Re: maybe - olette
« on: 08/13/2019 at 22:11 »
The girl, it seemed, was not intelligent enough to grasp the implications behind her statement - that she had spent her childhood believing that not being enough was the general rule, that just like a big percentage of the population, she was repeating the mistakes her parents had made.

Camilla used to believe her mother was stupid for saying nothing about it, now she refused to admit she was the stupid one.

“It matters, obviously.” Again, she shrugged. “Asking him to leave the rest would have been unfair, don’t you think?”

1957 / Re: maybe - olette
« on: 08/13/2019 at 21:40 »
Jeremiah Smallweed had asked her the same question once - it was one of those seemingly simple ones, with greatly complicated answers. Things had changed since he had asked that question, their us that was not an us, the answer though, continued being the same.

“It didn’t bother my mother.” A beat later. “So did you leave when you found out or did you ask him to leave the others first?”

1957 / Re: maybe - olette
« on: 08/13/2019 at 21:11 »

That was where she belonged, apparently, in a category as abstract as others. Closing the book, Camilla simply shrugged. “I know there are others, obviously.” There had been others three and a half years ago, when she had been caught up between Jeremiah and a pool table, and there were still others now - almost three and a half years later.

Knowing there were others did not involve she wanted to know about them.

“But I’ve never been particularly interested in knowing about them.”

1957 / Re: maybe - olette
« on: 08/13/2019 at 20:38 »
She was used to discarding the things - the tiny pieces of information - that didn’t matter. Camilla’s brain was so full of facts, theories, spells, methods... that sometimes it was inevitable to push those meaningless pieces aside - names, faces. Still, somehow she had managed not to forget.

You knew then that he saw some girl named Olette at Dumay and Dorset's wedding then?

Camilla Carstairs, who always knew everything, hadn’t known that.

“You’re the girl that went with Jeremiah to some wedding, right?”

1957 / Re: maybe - olette
« on: 08/13/2019 at 19:52 »
“I’m,” Her attention was wholly focused on the book on her hands now, still smiling as she found the folded corner of the last page she had read. Blue eyes were already lost between Descartes’ words when she continued speaking. “always right.”  There was no trace of cockiness - for her it was, after all, just a fact.

Briefly looking up towards the girl, she added. “Oh... and I’m Camilla, by the way.”

1957 / do not disturb - alice
« on: 08/13/2019 at 10:28 »
saturday 20 july 1957

Presumably, apart from Alice Swan and Camilla Carstairs, they were all asleep.

Camilla had been asleep too - twelve minutes ago - right before Alice decided to disrupt her sleep. Always a light sleeper, she hadn't minded at all before simply making enough room for her roommate to sit next to her. The thin sheet and blanket had been shoved aside, the night was quite warm.

Since her belated arrival to the camp a few days ago, there had not been too much time for the two girls to catch up, but certainly enough time for her (who rarely paid attention to the dull teenage drama or gossip) to discover something: Alice Swan had horrible taste in boys.


1957 / Re: maybe - olette
« on: 08/13/2019 at 10:07 »
"A fight between good and bad sounds too simple, though." She mused as she lifted a cushion of the couch she was currently standing next to - what appeared underneath made her smile immediately. Her book. "You can only separate good and bad that easily in fiction... you should read Nietzsche's Beyond good and evil."

When Camilla Carstairs turned to face who she suspected was a younger girl (she was as bad guessing ages as she was remembering names), it was with the book proudly held between both hands and a brilliant smile on her face.

The book had been there after all, which meant that she had been right.

"See? I knew the book had to be here."

1957 / Re: maybe - olette
« on: 08/12/2019 at 09:38 »
The name, while it was vaguely familiar (--one of her cousins, she believed, had been a great fan of those books), meant little for Camilla. "I've never read it." She had spent her childhood avoiding dull lectures about law, anecdotes about the latest case her father had been working on and seeking comfort between the countless volumes she kept in her room about science, poetry, philosophy and various forms of magic.

She had little interest in fiction - which was, after all - a manipulation of the reality, and that could almost be labelled as a lie.

"What's the story about?"

1957 / Re: maybe - olette
« on: 08/11/2019 at 14:47 »
The girl thanked her, even if Camilla did not quite understand why. At her next words though, she frowned as she looked towards her - trying to decide whether she looked like the sort of person that would read a philosophy book - or if she could understand it. She suspected she wasn’t, but then again, Camilla had never been good at judging people, always assuming that she was smarter than the majority of people she usually interacted with.

“What,” Blue eyes found the book she had been reading, unable to read the title from where she was standing. “are you reading?” As she waited for the girl to answer, she made her way towards a nearby couch.

1957 / Re: mamma mia | cola snaps!
« on: 08/11/2019 at 11:02 »
Camilla Carstairs, often unbothered by her surroundings, had her blue eyes intently fixed on the book on her hands.

Almost gracefully, she dodged a few campers; even avoided running into a couple of chairs - and a table, at least on four different occasions. It was evident that she was a lucky girl, because even after she collided with another body, the world decided to award her absent behavior with the fruit she loved the most - apples.

She only registered the familiar words a beat later, once she had claimed one apple as her own with a first bite. “Questa è per me, grazie mille.*”

*This one is for me, thank you.

1957 / Re: maybe - olette
« on: 08/10/2019 at 16:17 »
Upon seeing that there was no trace of her book under the couch, Camilla stood up again. Blue eyes briefly lingered on the girl’s as she looked down, twirling the several gold necklaces around her neck in a thoughtful fashion before she moved once again towards a nearby armchair.

“Controlling them, obviously.”

Picking up a cushion, she looked clearly disappointed as she found nothing underneath. “But it’s not that simple, it’s the Cartesian dualism problem... and, uh,” She looked behind the armchair to, once again, find nothing. “Philosophy is often too theoretical, you can’t just expect it to give you simple answers to difficult problems.”   

1957 / Re: maybe - olette
« on: 08/10/2019 at 09:55 »
“About philosophy,” Still glancing around the couch in search of the volume, she wondered how was that - knowing what kind of book it was - would help any of them in her current quest. “It’s about...” The Ravenclaw brought the thumb and index fingers of her left hand close to each other. “this thick.”

It was only then that she finally bothered to pay attention to the girl - vaguely familiar, she had probably seen her around camp - and continued to provide information that, again, wouldn’t help neither of them. “About the problem that arises when emotions,” Here, she knelt to look under the couch.

“...threaten the supremacy of the thinking subject.”

1957 / Re: maybe - olette
« on: 08/09/2019 at 19:22 »
If the book wasn’t there, in that exact spot - she had been wrong then. Camilla Carstairs despised not being right, it was evident in the way she knitted her brows together and tightly clenched her jaw.

And because she despised and refused to be mistaken, she tried again, paying little attention to the girl in front of her, light blue eyes stubbornly fixed on the couch. “Are you sure there wasn’t a book there when you arrived?” Leaning forward, she furrowed. “It’s in French and,” It had to be there. “...the cover is white- wait no, brown or... well, I can’t remember. But it must be here, somewhere.”

1957 / maybe - olette
« on: 08/09/2019 at 10:11 »
wednesday 17 july 1957

Less than five days had been enough for Camilla to lose the same book about six, or perhaps seven, times.

Les passions de l'âme - she had found it twice under her pillow, another between a pile of her neatly folded shirts, once on the spot she had occupied the day before during breakfast - and several others in various places of her cabin. It was overwhelmingly easy for the girl to put the book down, get lost in her musings about Descartes’ words and accidentally leave the book forgotten somewhere in the camp.

This time it wasn’t under her pillow, nor above or under her bed.

There was (hopefully) only one place where her book could be - the sofa she had been sitting on the day before, the one in which she had fallen asleep (with the book still on her hands) before a couple of very loud younger years woke her up. Yes, it had to be there.

Upon seeing a girl sitting on her spot, a beat passed in silence until she spoke.

“I think you’re sitting on my book.”

1957 / Re: Lost | Olette
« on: 08/08/2019 at 18:51 »
pure. ravenclaw. seventh.

so you’re the other girl, uh.

1957 / Re: amidst the chaos
« on: 08/06/2019 at 22:13 »

ravenclaw. seventh. pure. capricorn.

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