<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/d6/e3/19/d6e319cf0b62cbf2413c68fe2e853483.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Camelia "Cam" Tuft | Venom<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Music Classroom<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 10th, Late Evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jono - CLOSED<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Trying to prove to Jono that he isn't a monster<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Same as photo<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"I wouldn't be wasting my time,"</strong>she replied simply with a smile. Cam wasn't the type to judge people based on their looks at all. As a model, she had been constantly surrounded by beautiful people. Some, like her, were kind and friendly while others were rude and thought they were better than everyone else. Cam had no reason to be that way. All she wanted in life was to have friends - the more the merrier. She didn't discriminate against those who were visibly mutants or unattractive or anything like that. She didn't care who anyone saw her with or what it might do to her reputation, especially now that she was already labeled as a confirmed mutant. Her days of worrying about being caught were over, giving her open access to hang out with whoever she wanted, be it a mutant with blue fur all over their body or someone like herself, who had no visible characteristics.<br/><br/>As he called himself an ugly duckling and insinuated that she was just using him for her own motives, she couldn't help but feel her heart sink a little.<strong>"That's not what this is. That's not who I am." </strong>She didn't know how else to explain it to him when he so obviously had already decided that she was just that shallow. She had to prove she wasn't what he thought she was, somehow. Sure, she was beautiful and she could have nearly any guy or girl she wanted, especially with her powers, but she didn't care. All she wanted were friends and he seemed so kind and lonely. He seemed so afraid to get close to anyone and she wanted to help him see that it didn't matter to her. It hurt her to see him give up on having any sort of support group just because he was so worried about the way he looked and the fear of hurting someone.<br/><br/><strong>"I am stronger than I look. I've watched flesh melt off a man's face and fall like slime filled with loose teeth. I've seen bare bones and watched blood pour from his mouth. I didn't panic or scream. I watched. I stood there watching as he struggled to even breathe because he was choking on his own melted flesh and blood. If you think I can't stomach you, you're dead wrong! Just because I'm a pretty girl doesn't mean I'm weak! I might be stronger than you!"</strong>towards the end, she had began yelling, matching his malice. He was so determined to be alone and it frustrated her. Who would want to be alone for the rest of their life? Who would do that to themselves when there were people who could handle themselves if they got hurt by him? There were mutants in this school who were constantly in a state of healing their own bodies, so why was he so afraid to let anyone close to him?<br/><br/>When she finally reached him and laid herself down on his foot, she knew he had calmed himself enough to stop pushing her away. She half-expected him to kick her off of him, but he didn't. He simply slid down the wall, as if he was defeated, and allowed her to stay exactly where she was. She had won this small battle between them; It showed promise. If he could breathe, she imagined he would've sighed before speaking. And in her mind, he did. Sure, he didn't have the lower half of his face, but that didn't mean he wasn't expressive. She could see it in his eyes.<br/><br/>She sat up and scooted over to sit beside him, against the wall.<strong>"Just because you can't cry doesn't mean you don't feel bad. You're harboring so much guilt over an accident that you had no control over. You have to let it go. It wasn't your fault and I'm sure that your girlfriend will understand that when she wakes up. You can still feel terrible about what happened because she was someone you cared about and she didn't deserve it, but it isn't anyone's fault." </strong>Her voice was soft and comforting, trying to help him out through this. She knew that her getting this close to him and trying to break him out of the prison he had locked himself in was probably one of the toughest things for him to allow to happen.<br/><br/><strong>"You should let me in. I promise I'm not afraid. And I accept the fact that you're potentially dangerous, but I can handle myself."</strong>Slowly, she moved her fingers onto his hand, allowing him to pull away if he needed or wanted to.<strong>"We can come up with some friendship ground rules. If you don't want to dance with me, I'll cry a bunch, but I'll get over it,"</strong>she teased with a smile, hoping to cheer him up a bit.<strong> "What do you say?"</strong>