Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3058106-20141227000843

Note: This is just another one of those story format rps. Enjoy.

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Camilla was sitting on her couch while two of her friends had disappeared elsewhere to have a bit of their own fun. She thought they went to the bathroom, but she wasn't entirely certain or worried, for that matter. As long as she was able to relax, she was fine. She sprawled her body out across the couch, leaning up against the armrest. She took another long drag and breathed out a puff of smoke. She watched as it spread across the room. It looked almost like it were wading through the dimly lit area to find some mystical land of wonder. It was, however, just being caught by the fan by the other side of the room. It was soon fanned away to where there was no longer much smoke left. She laughed and took another drag.

As she sat there by herself as her friends had their own fun in the bathroom, she was slowly beginning to drift off to sleep. She was hoping her sister was still asleep in her bedroom, but that was just a mere hope. As her eyes began to close, the loud ringing of the phone sounded throughout the tiny living room. Camilla jumped in surprise and tumbled off the couch into the floor. She sat up, looking at the house phone that rarely ever rang. She crawled over to it and grabbed the wireless phone.

"Uh, hello?" she asked, coughing a little into the phone.

"Is this Miss Camilla Garcia?" the voice on the other end asked.

"Yes, this is, uh, her."

"Hello, ma'am. I'm Miles Hager from child services."

"Oh, oh! Oh, uh hello, sir. I wasn't expecting a call from you," Camilla said nervously, getting up from her position on the ground to sit down on her couch. She heard her two friends laughing and coming back into the living room. They were both making a lot of ruckus and Camilla tried to shush them. "Uh, can you hold on a second?" She left and went to the kitchen, hoping for more quiet there. When it seemed she would be getting none there from her two friends following her in there to find more food, she left and went to her own bedroom. Camilla sat down on her bed. "Sorry about that. I have guests over and they were being a bit too loud."

"Yes, so I could tell," Miles replied.

"So, how can I help you?"

"Well, it has recently come to our attention that things may not be too well for you and your sister."

"What do you mean?" Camilla asked, harshly interrupting him. "There is nothing wrong with us. She and I are as happy as two parentless sisters can be."

"We understand that, but we're worried about Arabella."

"What's wrong with her?"

"A few weeks ago we received a phonecall that things may not be going well in your household. We've been keeping a close eye on you and your sister, and we believe this phonecall could possibly be right," he said, getting right to the point.

"There's nothing wrong with us!" Camilla shouted. She coughed and then lowered her voice, repeating her words again but with a gentler tone.

"Mmm. So you've said," Miles replied. "Look, I'm just going to be dropping by in a few days to check up on you two. I want to make sure the apartment is livable and that you're both well off. I'll also be talking to your sister in private."

"You really don't need to do that. I swear there's -"

"It's just safety precautions, ma'am. I'm sure all is well."

"All is well," she grumbled through her teeth. "If you think everything is fine, then you don't need to drop by."

"Look, ma'am, I really -"

"Please stop calling me ma'am. It makes me sound like some elderly housewife."

"Sorry, Miss Garcia." Camilla groaned because she really didn't like that name either. "Anyway, I'll be over there soon to check up on you and your sister. I'll also be making sure your income is fine so that you can in fact take care of yourself and your sister."

"It is fine."

"I'm just going to be checking."

"Well it's all fine!"

"Look, I really don't mean to offend you -"

"Oops. Too late for that," Camilla retorted, interrupting him.

"But this is my job. We've received multiple phonecalls from multiple people that things may not be well in your home so we have to check," Miles continued, ignoring Camilla's comment.

"Fine, whatever. But, I'm telling you now, that this visit will be a waste of your time."

"Alright. I'll be there hopefully on Monday of next week."

"Have fun wasting your time," Camilla said.

"I'll see you then. Goodbye and Merry Christmas," Miles said.

"Whatever." Camilla hung up the phone and fell back against her bed, groaning loudly. She got up and went back to the living room where her friends were now making out on the couch. She placed the phone back into its holder. She sat down next to her friends and grabbed something more to smoke, needing another fix to calm her down again. 