Sunday, August 19, 2012

Chapter 5-2: Sex Ain't Love

               Her first day of work arrived quickly. She had had just enough time since her arrival in St. Claire to get some furniture, minimal though, for the house and go shopping for new work clothes. Though she wasn’t expected in until ten that morning, Camille was nervous and ended up arriving at the Bradford Police Department an hour early. Outside was an interesting woman with pink hair, talking animatedly on the phone.

               “Oh, sir, she’s here,” the woman rushed. “I’ll stop by your office later.”
               The woman approached Camille with a big, welcoming smile. “Hi there, I’m Angela Fox, you can call me Angie. And you must be Camille. I’ve heard a lot of great things about your skills. I’m on the forensics team here; dabble in sketches, computer crimes, you know. Anyway, I’m here to show you around the first day and get you acquainted. Let me take you to the chief.”
               Camille wasn’t really sure what to expect. Angie was nice, friendly, but not overly obnoxious or pushy. Camille had been worried about needing to explain exactly how she ended up 2,000 miles from home, working for a police department that had actively recruited her but Angie didn’t seem interested in the details. If she was, she was going to let Camille explain it on her own and Camille could appreciate that.

                Her meeting with the boss went less well than expected. She had thought she was coming on to be a computer analyst. That’s what the Detective Dieterich had made it sound like. Unfortunately, the police chief had different ideas.

               “A computer analyst? I need another one of those like I need a hole in the head,” he barked at her. “That damnable TV program has made forensics seem like a glamorous job and I’ve got wannabe techs crawling around here like maggots on a body.”
               This guy really likes his analogies,” she thought with a raised eyebrow. She tried to smother her urge to laugh as he didn’t seem like the kind of man to appreciate jokes.
               “What I need is for you to work out in the streets. Pick up clues, watch people, all that fun stuff. Be observant and report back here with your findings.” He slid a box bag across the table to her. “Wear this; you’ll look the part.”

               She opened the bag the next day and was dismayed at what she found. She caught her ride and marched straight into the Chief Randall’s office. 

               “You’ve got to be kidding me! I look like a damn prostitute,” she raised her voice.
               “Of course you do. You think you’re going to get tips and hear things on the street dressed like a nun?” He rolled his eyes and waved her out of his office. “Watcher, young kids these days. Think it’s all fun and no hard work. I need to retire,” she could hear him muttering under his breath as she took a deep breath and marched out for her first day on the job.

               ‘Working the streets’ was hard work indeed. She had to wear the most ridiculous shoes, not practical for work at all and she had to wander the streets hoping that someone would somehow confide in her. Whoever thought that baring your deepest secrets to a prostitute was covered under client confidentiality laws deserved to be arrested. Not that anyone was biting lately anyway.

               She worked out all her frustrations on runs before or after work. She usually liked to run in the mornings, before the heat index rose but some days the evenings were so nice she couldn’t help but throw on her shoes and go out. As usual, she started in her neighborhood, jogging through the nice homes, past the perfect white picket fences. The idyllic homes and grinning children playing in the yards made her internal cynic grit its teeth. She’d had a pretty perfect life until she made friends with one wrong person.

               So deep in her thoughts, she didn’t realize that she had run halfway across town until she came about two inches from running into a man on the sidewalk.

                “You look like you have some place to be in a hurry,” he jested.
               “Oh, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t paying any attention.”
               “It’s my lucky day when a beautiful woman almost runs me over and then wants to make it up to me. I’m Joshua,” he introduced himself.
               “I’m Cam but really, I do have somewhere to be. Rain check?” she asked and quickly excused herself, jogging off before he could press for more information.

               “Avendale! Get in here,” Chief Randall could be heard yelling from his office.
               “I need you to work harder.”
               “Sir, I am busting my ass out there. No one is biting,” she tried explaining.
               “Then you’re not busting it hard enough. Here, go meet Sylie. She’s a contractor for the department. She’ll teach you some charm which you seem to be lacking.”
               “With all due respect, sir,” Camille emphasized the ‘sir’ part, “I have plenty charm. You asked me to walk to the streets. I’m walking them. Unless you want me to actually become a prostitute, I don’t think looking pretty is going to get anyone’s lips loose.”
               “Did I ask for excuses? Go! Now,” he stood, pointing at the door. She rolled her eyes and set off to meet this Sylie person at the rotunda down the street.

               “Camille,” a young, smart looking woman approached her in the park.
               “Sylie I presume?”
               “Yes, it’s good to meet you.”
               “So, um, charm school?”
               Sylie laughed. “Chief Randall can be a bit of a hard ass, can’t he? I’m actually a friend of his from some classes he took down at the university. I think he thinks you’re working too hard.”
               Camille raised an eyebrow.
               “Eric’s not a bad guy. He doesn’t really do feelings though. Very logical and rational, that one. Anyway, he thinks you’ve been putting in too long hours and he wanted you to get out and make a friend or two. I hear that he has a partner in mind for you too.”
               “Well, I guess since I’m here, we might as well talk.” Camille wasn’t looking forward to having forced friends. She didn’t really want friends at all, not after the last debacle she had gotten herself into. The thought of having a partner was also unwelcome. She worked best alone. However, a couple hours into the conversation, Camille realized that Sylie was a genuinely nice person and they actually had some things in common. Maybe having a friend wouldn’t be such a bad thing after all.

               “Camille, it was lovely meeting you. I’ve got to head home, work is early tomorrow and my bed is calling.” They exchanged phone numbers and said their goodbyes.
               As Camille walked to the subway, she thought she saw a familiar face out of the corner of her eye.  It can’t be! Craig, here?” She turned to get a closer glimpse of the man but, like that, he was gone. Maybe her eyes were playing tricks on her. Maybe she was just seeing ghosts in strangers. It couldn’t have been him.

               The next day, she was out walking the streets again when she ran into Joshua. At least it wasn’t literal this time.
               “Hi there, nice to see you again,” she greeted him, trying to be more friendly.
               “Oh, um, hi there,” he replied awkwardly. “Look, I’m a high school teacher, I’m not interested in your, um, services.”

                “What?” Her temper flared. Just when she starts trying to be nice to people…Oh. Understanding flashed. “I’m, how do I explain this? I’m not a prostitute. She realized that explaining that she worked for the police department, right there on the open street probably wouldn’t be a good idea and might actually even blow her cover.
               Luckily, he didn’t ask her to explain. He nodded and smiled. “Well then Camille, it was nice to see you. My apologies. I’d like to see you sometime. Call me?” He handed her a card with his number. Dating someone was the last thing on her mind but she smiled and tucked the card away anyway.

               “Oh my Watcher, Camille Avendale!” A perky, blonde woman approached her that weekend at the laundromat.
               “I’m sorry. Do we know each other?”

                “Not yet. I’m Pearl, your new partner. Chief Randall told me about you but I didn’t think we’d meet until Monday! Who knew that we used the same laundromat,” she chirped.
               “Right. Who knew? I’m not really int…”
               “Oh, I know! Let’s go get some lunch at the coffee shop down the street. I heard it was really good!”
               Camille felt her control slipping away. This little ball of energy didn’t appear that she wasn’t going to give her much of a choice.

               With the clothes in the dryer, Camille agreed to a quick lunch. She knew that she couldn’t feign other plans, what with her needing to wait on the clothes so it would be best to just get this over with.
               “Oh my, this place is awesome. I love all the bright colors, don’t you?”
               Camille just drank her coffee, not needing to contribute to the conversation at all as Pearl chattered away on her own. She made her way over to one of the couches by the window, tuning out most of what her partner was saying.

               “Hey, did you hear me? I asked if you liked St. Claire so far? Maybe we can go around and see the sights? Oooh, we could rent bikes and peddle through the downtown district!”
               “Look Pearl, first, we don’t need stripper names for our job. It’s like playing dress-up, no real stuff involved so a fake name isn’t necessary. Second, I’m not interested in friends, and I don’t need a partner. If I don’t have a choice, so be it but we’re not going to be BFFs.”

               “Alright Rude Ruth, no need for attitude. First, Pearl IS my real name. It’s a long story but, since you don’t want to be friends, you won’t care anyway. Second, since we have to work together, I figured it would be better to get along. You’ve got your reasons for doing this job and I have mine but that doesn’t mean you have to be an ice princess. I’ll see you Monday.”
               With that, Pearl stood, tossed some simoleans on their table and left without looking back. Camille sighed to herself. “What is wrong with me?

               She walked back over to the laundromat, got her clothes and walked home with her basket. Entering the front door, for the first time since coming to grips with her entire situation, Camille wanted company tonight. She set the basket down and headed for the nearest bar.

               She sat, listening to the music and enjoying the feel of the shillelagh as it warmed its way down her throat.
               “Hey there Ian,” the bartender greeted what must be a regular. Ian sat down next to her and she could feel his eyes on her.
               “You must be new in town,” he grinned at her.
               “Why do you say that,” Camille countered.
               “With hair that color and a body that hot, I don’t think I’d forget seeing you.” He signaled to the bartender. “Another of what she has and a tombstone topper for me.”
               Surprisingly, Camille found herself having a good time. Of course, that could have been the drinks talking. She was on number three, or wait, was it four now?

               “Let’s dance,” he said, pulling her to her feet. Both brought their drinks to the floor and swayed to the music. She wasn’t sure what was playing but she liked it. And she liked him. Those eyes were so blue. He didn’t push for her number, he didn’t ask any questions about herself or where she had come from. He didn’t offer any information about himself either so all she knew was that he had a sexy ass and was a decent dancer.            

               “Like what you see,” he leaned in, whispering in her ear.
               Camille realized that he had caught her staring as she imagined what he looked like without clothes. The alcohol made her more brazen than usual but she surprised herself when she responded, “I think I do. Though I might need a better look to be sure,” and then leaning in to nibble on his ear, just a bit.

               They made their way outside and found a cab to take them back to her place. The short ride was fraught with sexual tension and Camille was sure that the cab driver was enjoying the makeout show in the backseat. She quickly unlocked her front door and, as she pushed it open, he spun her around, pushing her against the wall, tangling his hand in her hair and kicking the door closed with his foot. She struggled to slid his jacket off his arms without breaking contact.

               They made it as far as her living room couch, leaving a trail of clothes in their wake. Camille savored the feel of his skin on hers and pulled Ian closer, wrapping her legs around his waist.

               When they had finished, Camille slid off the couch, pulling Ian with her. “I’ll call you,” she said, with a gentle touch to his cheek and blasé kiss, signaling that it was time for him to leave. He got the hint and quickly dressed, not bothering to ask how or stop to jot down his number.

               “I’m engaged,” Sylie phoned Camille with the news, sounding out of breath with excitement.
               “Sy, that’s great,” Camille worked really hard at sounding enthused. Between Brielyn’s father, her own dad, and Lyric, Camille’s views on committed relationships and marriage wasn’t pleasant but she wasn’t about to ruin her friend’s happiness because of it.
               “We’re having an engagement party this weekend, do you think you can make it?”
               “Sure, I’d love to help you celebrate.”

               She arrived at the party in a new black dress. Sylie had hinted that there was someone she wanted Camille to meet so a shopping trip had been in order.
               “I’m so glad you made it,” Sylie gushed, the glow of her engagement apparent in her face. Danny seemed like a great guy and Sylie’s joy rubbed off on Camille, even against her nature.

               “I’m so happy for you both. Thank you for including me.”
               The doorbell rang at that moment and Danny went to answer it. “Oh, that might be the guy I’d like you to meet. Danny knows him through work. He’s really cute,” she winked.
               Camille looked over, interested to see who Sylie might have set her up with to see Ian standing in the doorway. She fought the groan that threatened to escape her lips. No need to insult her friend due to her own one night stand with the guy. “Time to go play nice,” she smiled through a sigh.

                Sylie introduced the two of them before leaving them alone to get to know each other better.
               “Well, don’t you look nice. Disappointed in your hot date,” he quipped.
               “Don’t be hurt. I’m just not interested in a relationship.”

               She waited for him to counter or try to convince her to give him a chance but, to his credit he didn’t say anything. He just raised his eyebrow and gave her a look before smiling over her shoulder to another guest.

               Camille leaned in and gave him a last kiss, there in front of the rest of the party. She couldn’t help herself. Sylie was at least right in that regard; he was really cute. The rest of the party went by really well and she had a great time getting to know Danny. Finally, around midnight, she ducked out and headed home, considering it a well spent evening.

                The next day after work, Camille decided to walk home and enjoy the nice weather. As she was passing some local shops, she thought she recognized another face.

               What the hell? I can’t be imagining this.

Chapter 5.1                                                                                                                                      Chapter 5.3
And another long absence from me. I really apologize for that. I realized about a week in to St. Claire that my game had gotten incredibly borked in the move. Poor, dead Verne reset to teen, the triplets were aged back down to toddlers, Yalena was a teen was just a mess. I tried a lot to fix it but ended up having to save all my sims to the bin, start a brand new save, plop them all in Storybrook, remake all the family ties with Master Controller and then start the story line over. Good news, now it's fixed and it's a fresh save so it should save me for awhile. I lost a few people in the family tree from the "move", namely Tanner + spouse and kid, Carrie, and Vesper's spouse and kid. I think I can live without them though as they shouldn't affect genetics in any way.

So, I am back! Hopefully with another chapter sooner than this one was!


  1. For an awful minute there I thought Ian was gonna turn out to be Sylie's fiance D: I'm glad he's not but even if they're both just interested in bumping unglies Camille and Ian make one helluva good looking couple! Ian's got a very realistic look about him (ie not the male model type that most male sims are) but all that hair and confidence makes him super sexy in my books! :)

    Camille is stunning as an adult too but very straight faced which really suits her character I think :) oh and what a bitch she was to pearl! :O

    Can't wait to find out what happens with Ian...I feel like he's hiding something, he's got an air of danger about him. I get the feeling Joshua is gonna have to be her knight in shining armour...but will he need to recue her from Ian or from Craig and what's-her-face? O_O

    1. Oooh, it could have gone that way. I didn't even think about it until you mentioned it. I'm glad Ian wasn't Sylie's fiance too.

      And yes, she was a bitch to Pearl. Luckily, Pearl doesn't really hold grudges. Just trudges off and will come back the next day and be her sunny self. Chief Randall is right; Camille really does need friends.

      Also, get it right: knight in shining ARMOR. No extra 'u'. I think Camille can handle herself though but we'll have to see.

    2. Really, Heaven...really? ARMOUR is the Queen's English version of the word which has been around since at least the days of William the Conqueror in the 11th century (probably earlier, I didn't feel the need to go back any further). Do you know how large the wiki page is for 11th century history of North America? I didn’t even have to scroll down, it all fits on my screen!! Therefore if you are going to insist on spelling it wrong I’m going to have to insist that you use a completely Americanised analogy. I imagine instead of a “Knight in Shining Armour” Camille will have to settle for a hunter-gatherer in a coyote fur pelt!

  2. LOL omg Miss, you are hillerious. I must admit that I though Ian was going to be the fiance too!

  3. I thought the fiance was going to be either Joshua or Ian!

    As for the armour/armor thing, it depends on where you are which way you spell it. Personally I'm British so I spell it armour :) (and while it's a very old word, standardised spelling didn't exist back in the 11th century)

    1. You guys with your extra drama! Hasn't poor Camille had enough without poaching on her only friend's man? *gets possible ideas*

      Also, miss and I constantly poke at each other about this spelling thing. She implies that because the Brits came first, that they automatically are right. I assert that us Americans do it better so why do it the fuddy-duddy way? ;)

  4. I just love the way you've interpreted the 'snitch' level of the police career, making Camille dress up as a prostitute, lol.

    Ian is very handsome...I can't blame Camille for tapping that. I'm with Ali, I thought the fiance was going to be him or Joshua (who is also very cute).

    1. I just love making my women look like hoes. I realized afterwards that Yalena's first job was sexual attire too. I must be all about the objectification of women.

      And yes, I'm quite jealous of Camille. Ian is a tweaked Damon Salvatore made by IMHO who I have the hugest, hugest crush on.

  5. Oh i totally thought he was gonna turn out to be the fiance too! Good job he wasn't though, with Cams attitude she can't afford to lose friends! Ian is a hottie though so maybe he can change her mind on the whole relationship scenario.

  6. Camille is gorgeous! (I know I've said that before, but I can't get over how pretty she is! It must be her red hair...) I wish Camille hadn't been so mean to Pearl, but I really like her personality regardless. She's got spunk, and I tend to be drawn toward sassy characters. Great chapter! =)

  7. Another great chapter! I like how you are doing Camille's job, you've given it a nice twist. Like everyone else, at first I thought Ian was going to end up being the fiance as well.