ext_26738 ([identity profile] cameronmitchell.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2005-09-21 02:21 pm
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Gym, early morning

"And Mitchell picks up the ball, he dodges, moves forward and shoots... the crowd holds in their breath and he SCORES! Mitchell wins!" Cameron caught the ball back and started shooting hoops on his own as he tried to figure out what Lee and him had to do with Hercules and a centaur.
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[identity profile] valentine-tart.livejournal.com 2005-09-21 02:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"I felt responsible, for all of it. Even though it was Parker's stupid idea. And even though I called Aeryn and we busted Parker's plot within minutes of Crichton waking." She's got nothing to do with her hands. Nowhere right to look. She stares at the wall. "I didn't want to be stopped. I needed to get the pain out."




((OOC: I can't remember if I told you this or not, but the potion was supposed to give Cam his memories back instantly. But Parker's mun got ticked and I was stuck. I should've told you. Beka's not the only one who is sorry.))

[identity profile] cameronmitchell.livejournal.com 2005-09-21 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
He nods slowly, the ball now still in his hands. "Let's just agree that we all did some stupid things and I'm sorry for letting my temper get the best of me. I just needed room to think and I have now..." He stoped and looks up at Beka. "I'm just not sure where this leaves us now. I trusted you and I'm not sure I do now."

((Yeah, that's what I thought it would do. Thanks for clarifying.))

[identity profile] valentine-tart.livejournal.com 2005-09-21 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)
She nods too. "I'm sorry for getting so emotional. No one ever cared the way you did. It kinda messed with me." The next part hurts. More than it should. It's not like she didn't expect it. "It goes both ways. I trusted you to know me. To at least give me a chance to explain. When you didn't..."

She shrugs. Any way she'd finish that sentence would pick a fight she doesn't want. "I guess this leaves us as people who used to care about each other."


((*shrugs* I hated the whole thing.))

[identity profile] cameronmitchell.livejournal.com 2005-09-21 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Cameron looks away and nods. "I suppose it does. I still care, I just... Ican't pretend this didn't happen."

[identity profile] valentine-tart.livejournal.com 2005-09-21 03:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"I know. I don't really blame you. Though I'd be lying if I said it didn't hurt." She suspects it will hurt for a long time. But she's a Valentine. And pain is...life. "Maybe we could try to start over. Learn to be friends?"

[identity profile] cameronmitchell.livejournal.com 2005-09-21 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)
He looks up, smiling slightly. "I think I'd like that."

[identity profile] valentine-tart.livejournal.com 2005-09-21 03:11 pm (UTC)(link)
She smiles. Trying not to let it show how much that means to her. "Me too. I could use a few friends." She sticks out her hand in the way she's seen the guys do when they're trying not to be gay.




((OMG. My cat just knocked an entire stack of glass-framed photos waiting to be hung, off my desk. *sigh* No breakage, but geez. Cats.))

[identity profile] cameronmitchell.livejournal.com 2005-09-21 03:13 pm (UTC)(link)
He grins and takes her hand. "Yeah, me too."

((Oops! Lucky, though.))

[identity profile] valentine-tart.livejournal.com 2005-09-21 03:19 pm (UTC)(link)
She grins back. "Can I ask you about something, in a totally nonangsty non-psycho ex I don't have a clue about Earth customs but maybe you do way, friend?"



((*headdesk* Yeah. Especially because his littermate was sitting right underneath the desk.))

[identity profile] cameronmitchell.livejournal.com 2005-09-21 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sure," relieved that they haven't killed each other and this conversation has run a lot smoother than he expected, Cameron starts dribbling the ball again.

[identity profile] valentine-tart.livejournal.com 2005-09-21 03:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Glad they're talking again, but still needing to work off the edges, she tries to steal the ball from him. "What's the deal with this Homecoming thing? I mean, can I just ask someone? Or does that mean I like them?"

[identity profile] cameronmitchell.livejournal.com 2005-09-21 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
He really hadn't expected that question and loses control over the ball. "I er... you don't have to like them like them. It can be a friends thing, depends on what you want from it."

[identity profile] valentine-tart.livejournal.com 2005-09-21 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)
She swoops in and steals the ball. "So, if I just say 'hey, everyone's going, wanna go with me' it won't mean anything?"


(Oops. Sorry. We can kill that if it's awkward. She's been thinking about asking someone. It seemed like a good way to let Cam know she wasn't feeling angsty about him going with Kara.)

[identity profile] cameronmitchell.livejournal.com 2005-09-21 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not unless you want it to. You might want to make it clear to the other person, though." Deciding he doesn't want to know, he goes back to blocking her.

[identity profile] valentine-tart.livejournal.com 2005-09-21 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"OK. Thanks." Mimicing what she saw him do before, she takes a step, dribbles, takes another and aims for the hoop, hoping she'll manage to clear Cam's hands at least.

[identity profile] cameronmitchell.livejournal.com 2005-09-21 04:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"You learn way too fast," Cam grins as he ends up more watching her play than anything else.

[identity profile] valentine-tart.livejournal.com 2005-09-21 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)
She grins over her shoulder at him, then passes the ball back to him. "Shh. Don't tell anyone." Then she winks, and heads back to the mats to stretch.

[identity profile] cameronmitchell.livejournal.com 2005-09-21 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"I won't," he smirks and dribbles up to the net, jumping and dumping the ball in the net again.
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