`left side of everywhere -- INEZ

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[atrb=background,http://i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t456/Awengera/CamTableMid_zps4dc3f7ea.png] When left with nothing to do, Cam always had one thing left to occupy him – bugging Aspen. Sure, his twin sister made a living and he didn't, and he should probably focus his time on fixing that. Of course, he's proven time and time again that that won't happen. He likes to pretend it's because he gives absolutely no shits about life. It's the other way around, but that doesn't really matter. His sister was in the garage, appeared to be looking through some book thing. A parts manual or something. He was never very good with cars. She didn't hear him coming, so he crept up behind her, leaning in close until he was inches from her ear. Aspen was too focused on what she was doing to notice. ”Hey sister.' he muttered in as creepy, distorted a voice as he could manage. Aspen's back straightened and her eyes widened, she turned around – and punched him in the stomach. He staggered backwards and took a second to recover. ”Guess I should have seen that coming?” he muttered. His sister glared at him. While they were twins, they really looked nothing alike at all. No one would pin them for siblings, based on looks, and certainly not twins. ”Go away, Cam. I'm working.” She growled at him. Cam held both hands up in the air. ”Right, right, leaving, going away.” He said, backing away, out of the garage. Well, that had gone well. Once again, he melted into a mental state of 'Seriously, what the hell should I be doing with my life that is not this?' but the thought freaked him out. This was bad and he knew it. He ran a hand through his medium length hair, as he did when he was thinking over things, and ventured to the side of the parking lot, sitting down in a patch of grass and picking at the blades. ”Damn it.” He hissed under his breath. What the hell is wrong with me. ©credits : table by ironman(awengera) lyrics : do it now, remember it later – sleeping with sirens

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[Inez Asta Fletcher]

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[atrb=background,http://i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t456/Awengera/InezMid_zps74178cc8.png] There was no denying the fact that Inez was in a shockingly bad mood today. Adrian had gone - who knew where. She supposed back to Australia, because his place was empty of all his stuff and she hadn't seen him up at the stables either. Cato was just dying to say 'I told you so'. He was holding his tongue for now, but she knew what he was thinking every time he looked at her: that she was an idiot for getting involved with a man like him, for having the blind faith that as a twenty-nine year old, Adrian hadn't just been using her so she'd put out. In truth, Inez had thought she'd known him better than that, but apparently not. Sighing, Inez pulled into the garage car park and moved her car into its usual parking space. It was winter, but at least it wasn't snowing anymore. Even so, jeans and an old t-shirt were the order of the day because she wasn't exactly feeling up to expressing her individuality right now. Turning the engine off, the Brit stepped out of her car. Her phone vibrated in her pocket as a text from Brandon came through, so the dark-haired girl stopped halfway to the entrance in order to read it. Late she may be, but Archer wasn't going to fire her anyway, so she took her time. Not that losing her job could make things much worse right now anyway, so the girl couldn't have given less of a fuck if they had started falling from the sky. The keys of her phone clicked as she tapped out a reply to her best friend, looking up as she did so to ensure there wasn't a very pissed off boss waiting for her by the doorway. As she did, she noticed a guy sitting on the lawn outside the shop, apparently doing nothing in particular. Inez had no clue who he was. At all. She'd never seen him before and he hardly resembled anyone she knew or worked with, but then she was pretty rubbish at remembering faces anyway. There must be a reason he was sitting out there, right? Now Inez wasn't shy, ever. She enjoyed meeting new people and loved to socialise, so this wasn't really a situation that threw her into a crisis of confidence. "Are you waiting for anything in particular?" Oh, she still sounded so English when she talked - and she really needed to get into work pretty soon, but tat could wait - even after moving away from England nearly two years ago now. Slowly, her extended family had arrived in Addison alongside her, and it was beginning to feel more and more like home these days with them around. It had taken a while to settle, much longer than in Australia...ah, she missed that place. And Adrian, too. Shaking her head a little to clear it of these slightly depressing thoughts, Inez shoved her hands in her back pockets and waited for a reply from the guy sitting on the grass. ©credits : table by ironman(awengera) lyrics : little black submarines – the black keys

[CAMDEN MILES LAKES]

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[atrb=background,http://i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t456/Awengera/CamTableMid_zps4dc3f7ea.png] Cam tossed the little blades of grass about – of course they didn't go very far. He groaned, shutting his eyes, about to lean back in the slightly damp grass when a voice interrupted his self-pitiful thoughts. One eye flicked open, and he examined the woman in question. She had a slight accent it seemed, English? He wasn’t exactly gifted at placing dialects. ”In particular? Nope.” He said, straightening into a sitting position, from the relaxed lounging form he’d held. It suddenly occurred to him that standing before him was an attractive woman. He wasn’t a flirt for the most part, he didn’t try to catch the romantic attention of every female in his midst. Most the time, he just wanted to be everybody’s friend. So his irritated expression changed into a gentle smile and he stood up, wiping his hands on his jeans to rid them of the dampness from the grassy ground, and then held out a hand to shake. ”Pleasure to meet you. Camden.” He nodded his head up automatically, and gave a slightly lopsided smile. He didn’t like being perceived as a flirtatious guy, girls tended to take him as even more of a joke than his life still was. This one automatically caught his eye though, just something about the effortless way she was beautiful. He’d had enough female friends who went for that ‘effortless’ look, and he knew exactly how much work actually went into it. Then he compared it to his sister, who he probably knew more about make-up than she did. It was easy to tell that this girl actually didn’t put any energy into her looks today, yet she still struck him as gorgeous. In a moment, he realized he was staring and his gaze flickered to the ground, his shaggy black hair falling into his face and blocking out the red tint in his cheeks. ”Sorry. You look incredibly good today.” Not that he knew what she looked like other days. He kicked himself. Damn it, what in the actual hell was that? All the fairly good social capabilities Cam had seemed to take all of ten seconds to disappear. Not often did this happen, being at a loss for words and uttering something so awkward was not something that commonly occurred for him. ©credits : table by ironman(awengera) lyrics : do it now, remember it later – sleeping with sirens i am a terrible, terrible person. sorry. i promise, i'm usually very good with posting, and now i found the way to tap into my cam muse.

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[Inez Asta Fletcher]

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[atrb=background,http://i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t456/Awengera/InezMid_zps74178cc8.png] Inez had to be perfectly honest, she had no issues with hitting on guys if she so desired. Most of the time, however, everyone thought she was too nuts to take her seriously anyway. Which was cool in a sense, but it got a little repetitive when apparently nothing she said was taken seriously. She raised an eyebrow as the guy on the grass stood up, bouncing over to introduce himself to her. Was this what she was like on her better days? Because if it was, no wonder people sometimes treated her like a total nutjob. Still though, it was a welcome break from her know-it-all family and her inordinate amount of single or broken-hearted friends. And, well, it was kind of cute in a weird sort of way. In fact, Camden just was kind of cute in a weird sort of way. Not the same way Adrian had been interesting because of his quiet nature, but the way that made you grin despite yourself - and that was exactly what she found herself doing. The brunette cocked her head to the side slightly, wondering if he was always this friendly. "I'm Inez. It's nice to meet you too!" Well, it made a welcome change from her colleagues; Archer and Scott who both thought she was mental even if she knew they liked her really under all their apparent unfriendliness. There was a slight pause after introductions, as one might expect, but her companion didn't look away. It was a good thing Inez was used to scrutiny, because she knew a lot of people that would have been thrown off by being stared at like this. Instead, the brunette merely met his blue eyes with her own green ones until he realised what he was doing. To be honest, she didn't really mind. As one might have guessed, she didn't really have self-esteem issues - but apparently Camden minded being caught doing such, which was a funny thought when you considered how outgoing he'd been just a minute earlier. At his apology-compliment-remark thing, the Brit looked doubtfully down at her shirt and grease-stained jeans, wondering if she could have some of whatever he was smoking. If she'd been standing there in one of her crop tops and a pair of shorts with any effort at all put into her appearance, she could maybe understand where he was coming from. Then again..."different strokes for different folks, I guess. But, uh...thanks?" ©credits : table by ironman(awengera) lyrics : little black submarines – the black keys

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[atrb=background,http://i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t456/Awengera/CamTableMid_zps4dc3f7ea.png] Cam glanced away, pretending to take interest in one of the cars in the lot. It was not often he was left searching for the words that typically came so naturally to him. He glanced at her clothing again, gathering that she was probably a mechanic here. His first thought was to be happy about this: He could use Aspen as an excuse to hang around here. This thought of his surprised him though. He never tried to plan ways to see a girl, normally he could simply be friendly, ask them to do things. Then again, he didn’t usually embarrass himself within the first forty five seconds of meeting someone. ”You work here?” He asked, carefully calming himself and adopting his easygoing, welcoming half-smile again, his lip tugging up a bit more to the right than the left. He twisted his neck, glancing back at the building. The garage door was open, and he could see his twin working on the car in that section. He didn’t really know the fancy words for all those things, Aspen didn’t ramble much, only spoke if there was something worth saying. Apparently, she had nothing worth saying to him. ”Aspen there, she’s my sister. Twin, actually.” he explained coolly, gesturing towards the general direction Aspen was in. A lot of people found it surprising that he and Aspen were even related – let alone twins. With her pointed, soft featured face and blonde hair, his black, coarser mane, and more animated features, they hardly even sort of resembled each other. Plus, of course, Cam was seen as the stupid one in the family. Aspen with all her brains, knowing everything, always great grades. It left him kind of sour, because compared to a lot of other people, he was actually quite smart, and accomplished in school. He got A’s and B’s consistently, never below C’s. Any other family in America besides his, and that combined with his ability to have always remained popular and well liked among his peers, and that might have been considered something besides a failure. ©credits : table by ironman(awengera) lyrics : do it now, remember it later – sleeping with sirens

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[Inez Asta Fletcher]

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[atrb=background,http://i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t456/Awengera/InezMid_zps74178cc8.png] Now Inez wasn't really what you could call a good daughter. She didn't have any siblings to be compared to, but Cato was effectively her brother and it was quite clear her parents preferred him. After all, he had always gotten perfect grades and now he had a perfectly sensible job at the University as a Literature lecturer after getting a PhD, and he was only turning twenty-four this year. Inez, on the other hand, had gotten herself expelled from school at seventeen, had a tendency to get into inordinate amounts of trouble and most annoying of all for her mother, had gotten a low-paying job as a mechanic without any real way to make a tonne of money out of it. Not that it mattered, because Inez was happy as she was. Her gaze flicked from where it had wandered to the street thoughtfully back to Camden, noticing how his manner had cooled since originally introducing himself. Not that it particularly bothered her much, she'd long since accepted that she didn't understand people. "Yeah. Yeah, I do," she replied with a friendly grin. Other people might switch the way they were in the middle of a conversation, but Inez was always friendly regardless of her mood. Unless you were the person she was pissed off with, obviously. Inez shoved her hands back into her pockets, shifting a little so she was standing more comfortably. She did have a tendency to ramble rather a lot, Inez had to admit, especially when she was bored or over excited about something. Or just...ever, really. That was probably the reason Archer thought she was psycho, now that she considered it. On top of that, he'd also told her to stop moping around and get laid on monday, so she'd taken a couple of days off work so she didn't hit him with a wrench. Apparently in that time, they'd gained a new employee. The Brit peered past Camden curiously, eyebrows shooting towards her hair when she realised it was another girl, also not much older than her. That was somewhat of a relief, given that Inez spent her days surrounded by Archer and Scott, both twenty-six year old men who thought she should be locked up in an insane asylum when she wasn't supposed to be getting laid. Apparently that was the extent of Archer's relationship knowledge, and she probably could have worked that part out herself. "Oh, really? I haven't met her yet, I only got back to work today." It made her think what it would be like to have a real sibling though, as opposed to a gazillion cousins that stood in as older brothers and sisters whenever she seemed to need it. Other than Leilani, perhaps, Inez was strongly regarded as the loose cannon in her family and therefore most of the time her cousins focused on keeping her out of prison rather than actually spending time with her. Even Cato was too busy for that now usually, so she usually relied in Brandon, Mikael and Seth for things which were meant to be family-related. "Twin, huh?" she muttered somewhat enviously, "lucky sod." ©credits : table by ironman(awengera) lyrics : little black submarines – the black keys

[CAMDEN MILES LAKES]

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[atrb=background,http://i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t456/Awengera/CamTableMid_zps4dc3f7ea.png] Camden tilted his head – much like a golden retriever. He had a tendency to do this. He’d definitely considered himself to be lucky to have Aspen, but it wasn’t the ‘having a twin’ aspect that was any good. In fact, it had really screwed him over, being compared to her. He did like the ‘save your ass’ part, though. No complaints about that one. He often wished he didn’t have a twin. Perhaps if Aspen was a different age than him, things would be different. No, he was born literally minutes before her, and being born first was probably the only time he’d ever beaten Aspen. ”Well then welcome back.” he offered his crooked smile. He wasn’t being particularly flirtatious, just his friendly, outgoing self. C’mon, that was something he was better than Aspen at. She’d never had any close friends or even friends in general. Although even that didn’t seem to bother her, that she didn’t get along with anyone. She seemed perfectly content to hang out with machinery. He envied her for that, too. ”You want a twin? Take mine!” he offered jokingly. Yeah, he loved Aspen. Could he perhaps trade her in for an upgrade or something though? He actually didn’t take her for granted. He knew full well what she gave up so that she could move here with him. He couldn’t say he particularly appreciated the part where she still treated him like a toddler though. Not that he didn’t realize he absolutely acted like one. He couldn’t seem to stop. ©credits : table by ironman(awengera) lyrics : do it now, remember it later – sleeping with sirens

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[Inez Asta Fletcher]

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[atrb=background,http://i1060.photobucket.com/albums/t456/Awengera/InezMid_zps74178cc8.png] It was weird, how people with siblings always wanted to be only children, and only children always wanted siblings. It was never ‘I like having a sister but just not this one’. Unless you were Cato, who appeared to have decided that Inez was more of a sister to him than Lucky was, mainly because his older sister had been locked up in a mental institution for three years, starting from when he was thirteen, so he’d come to live with the Fletchers in England instead. It always caused problems between her and Lucky, but it honestly hadn’t been the brunette’s fault. All that considered, she realised it probably had little to do with what was going on at this current moment, and refocused on Camden from where she’d been staring at his twin thoughtfully. Inez grinned back at him in return. ”Thanks. I doubt Archer’ll be happy to see me though…” The last part was more tacked on the end because it had accidentally slipped out rather than because she’d wanted to say it, but it was out now and there wasn’t exactly much she could do to take it back. Not that Inez ever really apologised for things she said, whether she’d meant to say them or not. Where was all this self-pity suddenly coming from? So yes, she had an awful lot of over-achieving cousins, but every single one of them supposedly had their faults. It was impossible to make Cato do something, for example, if he didn’t believe it was totally morally right and still legal, which could be frustrating. Inez could even understand Aspen’s ability to get along with machinery better than anything else, because machinery didn’t talk back or judge you for what you might have done. Inez was one of those people who was always judged, and who’d gotten used to it but still, for obvious reasons, hated it. Just because she didn’t care what they thought, didn’t mean it didn’t bother her when they did it. Did that make sense? Probably not, but very little the eighteen year old ever did made sense to anyone else. ”Twin, not so much. Older sibling that isn’t a stand-in cousin? I’ll take it any day,” was her response. She was still joking, of course, but she would really love an actual sibling, instead of constantly having to fabricate her own type of family out of close friends – or, in the case of Archer and Scott – work colleagues. ©credits : table by ironman(awengera) lyrics : little black submarines – the black keys