You'll Be Safe (Camie)

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She didn't deserve this second shot yet she got it anyway.

In all likeliness, she should've remained a drifting spirit on Earth or ascended to a higher plane of existence like most did immediately after death. Instead, she had been given a rare opportunity-to keep a close eye on those that needed it the most,fortunately for Liz that hit a little closer to home than she wanted. That was likely a factor as a candidate.

Ever since Facilier's triumph against the Nostalgia Critic's and Ask that Guy's forces, things had been brutal for both losing parties. Most were either forced to work as slaves or killed. Liz was gracious that she didn't have to suffer the same fate as some of her comrades, but she loathed having to watch from the invisible sidelines and being completely helpless. Of course, it usually took the brunette a while to fully trust and bond with people, but some, if not most of the Critic's allies had become a third family for her. (Following her her true family and her TGS clan) It was bother annoying and heartbreaking to put up with.

Maybe that was a second factor that contributed to her current state. She was certain she wasn't the only deceased soul who hated being dead. She had known enough in her life that that was true. Of course, Liz never encountered any other ghosts that ended up lost on their way to Heaven, she was completely alone during that time. Days, weeks, months...she completely lost track of time, heck she even brainstormed elaborate ideas for fifteen season sitcoms while she was in her invisible prison. What she probably hated the most, aside from completely useless was the fact that she couldn't eat in ghostly state. She couldn't smell the food cooking in the kitchen, let alone taste or touch it. There were days were she spent the entire day in the kitchen, slilenty hoping that she could at least smell raw tomatoes being chopped or fresh bread being baked.

That might've been why the man upstairs offered to feed her all of her junk food favorites during their first meeting. Assortments of sandwiches; Sabor de Soledad; ham; macaroni; cake; and even her infamous night cheese. It was while she was stuffing her face with a cheesesteak sub that he proposed the idea to her. After briefly choking on her food and cracking a joke about dying twice, Liz explained to him that she couldn't be an an angel. She just wasn't cut out to be the nurturing type, and even explained that the adoptions agencies saw her as an unlikely candidate as a mother in spite of remaining. He only smiled, simply stating that was why he was giving her a second chance on Earth. Reason number three.

She was only to be a guardian angel, and while Liz was a rare case in the sense that she was born a mortal human, she was still considered low-ranking in contrast to her new peers who only saw her as a goofy joke. Sure, the comments did hurt and it did remind her of some instances back in her old life, but she didn't deny that she had a-lot to learn.

It was her first day on the job, and she was still graaping her new abilities. Among many was the ability to remain hidden as an apparition, which meant turning back into a ghost in order to go unnoticed. Which she had successfully been doing as she infiltrated Facilier's headquarters, wincing in disgust at some of her former friends and acquaintances were treated. If only she had the power to do something about it. Unfortunately, if she did end up committing such a deed,it would completely drain her of her energy, and if she was already dead...then what?

After getting lost several times and realizing she couldn't ask anyone for directions since she needed to remain unseen, Liz found the prison that the voodoo man kept his new prisoners. She was partially relieved that for the most part they were empty, it meant that she could focus on on single individual whom she knew needed her company. Even to the infant angel, it felt odd being needed emotionally since hardly anyone ever relied on her for support during her life before she was teleported to an alternate dimension, then again her life was completely changed by the incident. Frantic and hoping that Camie was in a cell, Liz was both gleeful and devastated. Gleeful to see her younger sister again, and in pain to see her in such state.

Slipping through the cell bars, Liz began to take on her physical form, which was a little different than her original form. For one, her hair was shiny and sleek, far more healthier looking than it ever did while she was alive. No split ends and it smelled a bit like strawberries, which in all honesty made her a bit neaseous. Her nails were flawlessly trimed, with no hangnails or dry cuticles, and there wasn't a blemish in sight on her face. She also noticed she wasn't wearing any glasses and was now clad in a black cardigan, a white t-shirt underneath, black dress pants and low-heel shoes in the same color as her cardigan and pants. In all honesty, Liz felt like a generic brunette Barbie knock off dressed like this. It wasn't her. Where were her blazers, her jeans, sweatpants, her trademark TGS hoodie and converse sneakers? It wasn't like she wasn't used to dressing up-she just didn't want to spend however long she would be like this, dressed up as such. Luckily, according to the man in the sky she would be able to shift back to her mortal appearance with time and experience, as long as learning many new forms.

Whether Camie had turned around or not, Liz was already anxious and nervous-already familiar with such strange scenarios. She spoke and heard her voice in what felt like years, coughing into her first first before forming an awkward greeting.

"C-Camie? Heh, it's been a while hasn't it?"


(ooc: Oh my-I'm super sorry it's so long, there was just too much to explain. ;u;)

[Jenny Cameron/Camie]

(OCC: LOL it's all good. Is this ok? I want Camie to at first think she's not real and think Facilier's trying to torture her)

Regret. Nothing but that came through Camie's mind as the days dredged on. Ever since that bastard magician won, IHeart and Angel were gone, and many of her other pals were enslaved. She was somewhat luckier than the rest but not by much. She was a entertainer which meant some status but she was still pushed around and treated as insignificant. Which made wishing to be dead all the more easier. Liz was gone and it was like the pain of losing her father all over again. Someone she herself taught to protect was now lost and Camie constantly couldn't help but blame herself. Many of the members of facilier's army didn't bother to allow her to mourn or even offer to bury Liz properly. Camie constantly had nightmares of how accidental and tragic about Liz.

She missed the woman. That was for sure.

So, as the day trudged on, in her cell yes. Camie just waited for the next chance to entertain. Her friends were either doing chores or being held in their own cells. Yes, Facilier was selfish enough to force most of them away from close ones and just for fun even hinted at them being dead. If it weren't for her gigs, she wouldn't know if Natalie, Ninja Sensei, or even her cousin Darby made it out too. It was just a bad day, maybe worse than the rest, for she covered herself in a tight ball and just sobbed. Alone for now, she allowed her emotions to get the best of her.

She suddenly saw something morph and she looked up. What she saw she almost didn't believe. It was Liz and she looked so real. Healthy. Alive. Camie, despite the chains on her leg, rose and walked as far as it would allow her. Camie's tears streamed and growled out "You fucking bastard. How can you do this to me" She glanced at the wall instead of liz and growled "I haven't suffered enough for your ass?! You killed three of the most important people in my life and you show one of them like this" She then sobbed softly turning to Liz again. She made a very weak smile "Well at least he was nice enough to make you look good"

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(ooc: No, it's good! Sounds like a reasonable reaction. Anyway, I sense potential for a angsty fun thread here. )

The young angel only frowned at the living woman's reaction. "Camie can't you see it's me! Liz Lemon, you're old pal, you're sister?" She asked, twinges of hope in her voice as dark eyes pleaded for Camie to believe her.

"I know this will sound really weird. Like somethings out of a Stephan King novel weird, but after I died," Liz paused. She didn't like thinking about her death, not many individuals did. Whether it would be out of shame, horror or sadness. For Liz, it was mostly shame, but with hints of the other two. She didn't need the memories reminding her that was technically no longer among the living.

"I was given a second chance by God to watch over you and the others here. Crazy? I know, I know but Camie you have to believe me please." Her tone was begging, then recalling a possession of hers that she knew followed her through death. "Damn it," She muttered fumbling through her cardigan and shirt as she pulled out a familoar golden necklace with the letter "L" engraved on it. "Look Camie. You remember this, right? You'd think Facilier would waste his time making me look perfect to forget about this?" Shit. Wrong choice of the words. "Wait. I mean, he wouldn't waste his time-I uh, come on Camie? I wouldn't even dress like this everyday and you know that!" She reasoned, hoping it would convince her further.

[Jenny Cameron/Camie]

(OCC: I'm going to let Camie stay away but she can touch liz right or no? It doesn't matter. By the way, I made Camie only give her real name to the hero army cause she trusts them. No-one on the other sides will know her real name. So answering the question will make camie completely believe her)

Camie's eyes darted from the wall to Liz again who insisted it was really her. Glaring at the spirit, she said absolutely nothing. That was camie did. She either was silent or emotional. Suddenly she started chatting that she was no illusion but a spirit sent by God himself. She was her, quite literal, guardian angel. Camie's eyes widened in disbelief. Shock and she backed away to the wall. Facilier wouldn't dare make Liz say anything like this. Hell now that she was staring at her own adopted older sister and good friend, she realized Facilier would never want to make Liz so pretty if he wanted to torture Camie. He'd do something disgusting or evil like say make Liz come back from the grave as a zombie, or even make Liz try to hurt her or scold her. Liz was heavenly... It all made sense.

It was even more so when Liz showed the necklace. Liz had that with her when she died. Camie listened as the woman nervously rambled. It was clear Liz was desperate for Camie to believe her. And Camie was somewhat convinced. The girl came back from the wall, clinging to the bars then hesitantly reached. It was hesitant for two reasons, Camie was unsure liz was real and that she wouldn't be hurt or disappear by the touch of her.

"If you're really her...." Camie said finally "If you're really her.... What's my real name?"

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(ooc: Sure, she can touch her, it might assist as proof that Liz is the real deal.)

The brunette merely observed Camie's actions, slipping the necklace underneath her t-shirt once more."Of course she wouldn't believe you. Nerds."She told herself while muttering her hallmark word of frustration. She did have her dubious thoughts from the beginning. Liz knew of the likelihood that her close friend wouldn't believe her, and she didn't blame her, and it was only a normal reaction-she would've retaliated the same way if she were in her position. It actually reminded her of the time when she was first transported to this dimension to begin with and how skeptical she initially was while Spoony and Marzgurl tried to convince her of the hrash reality. Yes, those memories felt like a lifetime ago. It also reminded her that's she shold check up on the other two provided they were still alive.

Her train of thought came to an abrupt halt as Camie questioned her, returning to the present moment. Camie's question could've been perceived as interrogation...if it had been directed at someone who wasn't confident with their answers. Fortunately, Liz was absolutely certain of the answer to this inquiry. "That's easy, Jennifer." She smiles softly yet proudly, raising a sole brow at the hands trying to reach her. "It's not like on TV were angels dissappear or blind you for breaking a sacred law." She chuckled amicably to lighten the mood, folding her arms across her chest.

[Jenny Cameron/Camie]

Camie's eyes widened as Liz answered correctly. No-one except the other slaves here or Liz knew her name. Tears poured like thin waterfalls around the young woman's eyes. Her eyes had joy in them but also regret, fear, sorrow, loss and a lot of other emotions. This really was Liz. God, apparently, was real and heard her prayers. Liz was back... In a world that shouldn't be lived in by anyone. Especially someone Camie cared for.

"Y-you really are Liz" Camie's tone was somewhat relieved but also sad. Selfishly, she wished Liz to return to life, now with the world around her she wasn't so sure her wish was really good. She began sobbing, out of all the emotions again, just like she was before before Liz showed herself. She desperately tried to calm herself but she sobbed more and more. Every time she tried to stop and look Liz dead in the eyes, it just left her to cry again. She then tried, with vain, to at least hold Liz in some sort of family embrace. Yet the chains... and more so the bars... kept her away.

"I never should've let you come with me to battle in the first place Liz. I constantly blamed myself. I'm sorry about everything Liz. I-I'm sorry" She said, constantly shoving the chains as she tried to reach the spirit. She cursed loudly at the chains before sobbing again.

(OCC: I'll let camie reach later... Have a tearful response XD)

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Uh-oh here came the waterworks.

Not that Liz was completely unfamiliar with raw emotions, that could be farther from the truth. It was just that she wasn't the best consultant or emotionally supportive person in existence, and that was usually evident when others expected to be receptive to their feelings, or when someone lost it emotionally-like what she was witnessing right now. Sure, she was a kind and warm person for the most part, she just wasn't naturally hard-wired to deal with the irrational details. However, luckily for her, witnessing several harships during the war had prepare her for future events.

She nodded sadly in agreement with Camie's first statement, that she was trulying her and not some false image. Watching Camie reach out towards her in obvious need of comfort...it was too much for her as she hastily moved forward to pull her into a hug, tears of her own leaking out of her eyes. "Hey, hey shhhh. It's okay, everyhing's gonna be okay," She felt some energy rise within her. "Don't blame yourself...like I said before, I'm not meant to be physical in anyway. I can barely run for thirty seconds without getting exhausted. Well, could. I could probably as long as I wanted to in this form. Who knows." She chuckled weakly between small sniffs.

Just as she was embracing her, what she wasn't aware of was the energy she was releasing and transferring to Camie. It was calm like a field on a sunny day, or like a warm day in the beach. It was pleasant like the scent of a spring day,or the scent of delicious food cooking. (Which for Liz mostly consisted of the unhealthiest of food) The joy and excitement of a birthday party, the warmth of being loved and wanted. Though it wasn't her state of being, the angel was unintentionally liberating positive thoughts and emotions into her sister in hopes that it would somewhat liften her spirits while in such a bleak situation. Was it some sort of unchanneled deity ability? Most likely.

[Jenny Cameron/Camie]

Camie's arms squeezed Liz so tight, for the fear was still within that she'd disappear. She sobbed into Liz's shoulder, mumbling apologies as Liz comforted her. She DID calm down slightly when Liz made a slight joke about her physicality. Suddenly, without warning, warmth and peace was flowing through her. Like Liz, she was experiencing many positive memories and feelings. It was as if a mind wash was given and letting her have peace at long last.

The memories given to her was her early memories as a child, playing with her father. Also the memories of her and Darby playing as children. Also, her and carl enjoying themselves. Then meeting and spending time with IHeart, Ninja Sensei, Angel, Natalie and more importantly Liz. It also smelled of fresh roses, chocolate, honey buns, strawberries and fresh air. The feeling of joy, peace, serenity. It was all making her crying stop to a halt and instead smile.

Eventually, slowly but surely, the positive energy took it's purpose and no longer Camie was upset. She wasn't too happy because of the reality befallen on them both, but she was definitely feeling better. She looked into Liz's eyes and responded with a soft grin "I missed you"

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The brunette allowed the younger female to sob into her shoulder, hardly even caring that her angelic cardigan was getting soaked in the process. "I missed you too kiddo," Liz replied, pulling away as well with a gentle smile on her features. "Oh! Before I forget.." She slipped a hand into left sleeve. "Shoot. No, that's not where I put it," She commented, digging through her other sleeve-face brightening slightly and made a small "Aha!" as she pulled out a handkerchief and offered it to Camie. "Just in case," She continued to smile softly. "And I have plenty more where that came from...trust me."

Liz then looked around-as if to find something to talk about or how to approach a new topic. Even in death and witnessing much despair and death, she was still an awkward duckling. Something things never changed. The young angel then looked over at the wall, sure it looked uncomfortable and dirty but at it would suffice as a place to sit. "Ah, mind if we sit down?" She asked, pointing over to the wall. Whatever Camie's reply was, Liz looked down at the cell floor, recalling the pink-haired woman's words. "Y'know, even after I died. I never really left your side. Nor did I leave anyone else's," She sighed and looked up at her. "I was always there. Well, as much as I could anyway. There were times as a ghost where I did black out for a while and woke up in the same place I was in before."

[Jenny Cameron/Camie]

Camie wiped her tears with her arm at first, but quickly took the handkerchief when given to her. She couldn't help but laugh a little. That was a cute type of thing. She was right though. With the direction they took, there was plenty of tears to shed. Some would come soon. "Thanks. You're right. I need this soon"

She couldn't help but smirk. Even in death Liz was still her meek self. Yet she was the one above all-mighty god and Camie was forced into the same cruddy human form she had. She nodded with respect to her as Liz asked to sit down. She took Liz's hand and offered her to sit despite the gross floor. She then listened as Liz responded that she never left to begin with. She never left anyone at all. She was just not noticeable. "So you were like... watching all of it. I know you couldn't help but you saw it all. Did you see IHeart.... Angel... People... get killed?" She then covered her face with her legs. Yes, death was the theme here apparently.

"Damnit. We fucking failed! Facilier was too powerful! Damnit" Camie murmured

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The brunette took a place upon the hard, mangy cell floor-leaning against the equally uncomfortable wall as she squirmed slightly, trying to make cozy of her current seat."Talk about cozy," Liz muttered in her brain before watching Camie take her hand.

"As much as it hurts to say, yeah I did see plenty of nasty things go down while I was stuck as a ghost." She sighed and paused. "I-I wish I could've done something but hey," She shrugged "One of the many perks of death." She concluded sarcastically, emotions beginning to catch up with her. She pulled out a tissue for herself and dabbed her eyes, makeup unscatched before blowing into the tissue and wiping her nose. She heard her sister's words of frustration and shook her head. "No kid, we didn't fail. We-I mean, you guys gave it your best," Another heavy sigh. "Things just don't always turn out the way we planned." She then forced a look of determination on her face, for the other woman's sake. "But don't worry, we'll get through this somehow...and believe me, I'll never abandon you like that again Camie. At least I can try and help you and the others now." Her dark gaze met Camie's, full of honesty and determination.

[Jenny Cameron/Camie]

As Camie sat, she listened to Liz confirm that she did in fact see plenty of things. Camie nodded, regretting her question. It wasn't liz's fault but the fact she was forced to do nothing but watch didn't sound fair. Almost as unfair as having it happen to begin with. Poor IHeart and Angel. Camie saw Liz lose her composure slightly, this caused the younger woman to squeeze her shoulder gently. The human understood with her spirit sister. She understood perfectly. "Don't you dare. It wasn't your fault, if it ain't mine it ain't yours" She mumbled as Liz mentioned she wished she could've done something.

When told they didn't fail, Camie just shook her head. Yes they did. If they didn't, this wouldn't of happened. Yet she said nothing as Liz brought up that they did the best they could. Yes, it was their best but it still wasn't enough. Talk about depressing. However Camie lit up a little as Liz promised to stay and that she would do anything to help them. Camie then pondered as Liz said she wouldn't abandon her. Camie shook her head "You didn't abandon me. You just got unlucky"

She winced at that. Remembering the tragic occurrences like yesterday, she remembered seeing Liz get stabbed and the murderer wander away. She remembered hearing herself scream at the top of her lungs to get help. Telling Liz to stay with her. Seeing liz's eyes go glassy. More screaming and sobbing for Liz to not leave her. Crying out when it was too late. Seeing Ask Thatguy and Facilier just fight each other, then having ask thatguy down. Remembering that she cursed the magician out like no tomorrow. "You didn't abandon me" She said softly as she tried to let go of the memories "I was too late"

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"...Still it was pretty dumb of me to head off into that battle like that," Liz offered an open arm towards Camie as she pulled her in closer as an act of comfort. "You didn't fail, so quit saying that right now." She gazed into Camie's eyes, stern yet surprisingly warm. "Isn't that what war is all about? You can't expect everyone to come out in one piece..." Her voice drifted and the female hardened her gaze. "But I'm here now, and that's all that matters. Got it? I'll make sure that Facilier and his goons won't lay a dirty finger on you. I promise.

Just then out of instinct, a pair of white-nearly transparent wings emerged from her shoulders as one reached and tried to wrap the other woman closer, almost like an embrace. "I promise Camie. I won't let it happen."

[Jenny Cameron/Camie]

"Yeah but I was there and I could've found you easily" Camie allowed Liz to pull her in closer. Camie held her arm up to make it like a affectionate thank you. She then listened to Liz tell her to stop saying she failed and that war was not easy. That people didn't always come home in one piece. She nodded as Liz promised that no one would hurt her and that everything would be ok. "Ok. I believe you" She then saw white wings and Camie felt actually amazed by the wings.

The fact a angel by god was sent to protect her, and others, was amazing. So with a silent thank you to God, she continued hugging Liz and allowed her to hold Camie tight. "Wow. Heaven really exists and it's actually really refreshing to know that"

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Liz sighed warmly as she held Camie close, a dark wing drooped over her shoulder lazily while still giving her the satisfaction that she was safe. Which she truly was. It would've taken a force with monstrous power to take her down, and even then she wasn't going down without a proper fight. No way, no how.

"Yeah its pretty neat huh? I mean, I thought I was totally screwed after I ended up stuck on Earth as a ghost," The brunette let out a small laugh, relaxing her left leg. "We'll be there someday, the both of us. Far away from this clustefuck of a mess. One day." She sighed. "I-I mean not that I want you to spend the rest of your life here. There's gotta be a way to escape. It's not like Facilier can keep you guys here forever." She recalled the leash she was on, the one that rendered her useless aside from guard duty. "I wish I could help somehow. Even with my power, I'm just really your bodyguard more than anything helpful." Dark orbs met the ground while speaking, almost in shame about the ordeal as her heart slowly sank into her stomach pondering over the thought.