[ There's a small crowd of people nearby and it's impossible to keep her eye on every single face she's trying to warn, but.... they're moving past her, some kids laughing at her in the process, some nervously eyeing her and skipping off. Camille wants to go after them, but it's then that she hears it β the gags, the coughs β and turns that way, wide eyes vexed on a young woman hunched over.
Fuck. Camille's rushing forwards right as Lorna starts making her way over, a hand finding the girl's shoulder (a rare moment in which Camille Preaker actually reaches out, willingly, to someone). Concern's etched deeply into her face, eyebrows knit, lips tugged back in horror. This can't be happening. None of it should be happening, but especiallyβ this. ]
Oh my god.
[ It's breathed out with alarm, as she immediately withdraws her hand to shove it into her pocket, shakily drawing out the still half-coated weapon and holding it up to show her. ]
A fucking razor blade. Are you okay? Did youβ swallow something?
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Fuck. Camille's rushing forwards right as Lorna starts making her way over, a hand finding the girl's shoulder (a rare moment in which Camille Preaker actually reaches out, willingly, to someone). Concern's etched deeply into her face, eyebrows knit, lips tugged back in horror. This can't be happening. None of it should be happening, but especiallyβ this. ]
Oh my god.
[ It's breathed out with alarm, as she immediately withdraws her hand to shove it into her pocket, shakily drawing out the still half-coated weapon and holding it up to show her. ]
A fucking razor blade. Are you okay? Did youβ swallow something?