Description: Cammy's heart is as cold as the far reaches of the Arctic. Vega will be pleased to hear that his most favoured Doll rejects the advances of Balrog... Who also snoops through her things. Because he's nosy.
For the sake of continuation, let's just say that it hasn't been a whole day since the Spaniard was called down to the throne room for an unexpected meeting with Shadaloo's fearsome dictator. Instead, there is only a few hours difference, and tasked with a mission that will take him far and away to India, Balrog is setting his final affairs in order... He also intends on seeing Cammy before leaving, which has brought him here. The viper wishes to depart with a lasting impression of her beauty, so that he may fondly recall it whenever he desires.
... Creepy.
Clothed in a fine suit from Armani, the design is a subtle pin-stripe. Both jacket and trousers have been fitted to his perfect body, accentuating the hard muscles and straight lines. So he isn't completely bare-chested underneath like some uncouth barbarian, Balrog has adorned a dress shirt of heavy white silk. The collar is popped open and hangs over the lapels - at his throat is a golden chain looped through a single, plain-looking ring. He cradles a bouquet of blood-red roses in his arm, and then, not so dramatically, lets himself into the Doll Chambers.
He arrives unannounced because the girls are all with Vega right now - those who do not have more important things to do. Balrog strides forwards, black, polished shoes carrying him past beds and other objects of entertainment - pointless toys, in his opinion. Seizing a thornless rose by the stem, the Spanish ninja begins leaving individual flowers for each Doll, set upon their most favored belongings, until he reaches what should be Cammy's corner... There should still be at least a dozen or more roses left in that bouquet, but she is not here. Looks like this will just be another anonymous gift. Balrog, his handsome face expressionless, still feels some disappointment.
Maybe he'll take something of hers?
There isn't all that much of hers to take, as a brief look at her quasi-military wall locker and not so military bedside table indicate. The Doll doesn't have a vast array of spare boots, though she does have a spare pair of most things, just in case. Boots, berets, ties, one piece leotard/sweaters, body paint. A big red cloak, now a bit frayed and in need of replacement. Oddly enough she does apparently have off duty clothes of sorts, with blue jeans and a big white fluffy fleece which look like they've been worn once, if that. A couple of photographs of cats, the same cat in fact, now sadly deceased.
Tucked away beneath one of those photographs is a piece of paper upon which is scrawled an address in Southtown, some university campus address by the look of it, but without an identifying (or incriminating) name, just in case one day she forgets. Balrog would have to root around to spot that. In a prominent spot on the table is an untidily bound sheaf of papers which amounts to work stuff, reports written up on various people Cammy has recently met - Hakan, Maki, Adelheid, a few others of less name recognition.
Some time passes, so Balrog has plenty of opportunity to do what he wants while the dolls are elsewhere. But not too much time, as the Killer Bee returns! From being briefed by Lord Vega perhaps, clad as she openly is in her Shadaloo uniform, not so much as covered by a cloak like it so often is, Cammy appears in the doorway, peering into the room cautiously. Something nagged at her, making her cautious. Perhaps the scent of expensive Spanish cologne, who knows. Blue eyes narrow briefly when they see Balrog, but then swiftly resume the usual impassive blank Doll-stare, and she pads into the room, boots audible on the smooth floor. "Good afternoon, Balrog.".
There's... really not all that much here, no, and Balrog isn't the type to rifle through clothes for keepsakes. Instead, with nothing to take and attention drifting to files and photographs, he is unabashed in his browsing, flipping through the various reports Cammy has written. Picture in hand at the very end, the Adonis first purses his lips together at what he's seeing, then dead-pans, "A cat." He sets the image back down on the pile. Why would Cammy save such a thing?
Leaving the remaining roses by her bedside table, it is as the Spaniard is straightening that the door sounds, and another presence becomes apparent to him. Whose, well... He smoothly turns to face this person and find out, long braid of blonde-brown hair swinging. It settles upon his shoulder only briefly, because Balrog instantly sweeps the glossy, bound tresses back, "Ah," The viper's expression does not soften, but there is a note in his voice that would reveal how pleased he is, "Good afternoon." Luck and good faith are clearly with him on this day.
Folding his arms in a manner that is non-threatening - across his mid-section - Balrog remains where he is and does not blubber excuses as to why he's here or what he was doing. Let his actions, plainly obvious, speak for themselves, and the Spaniard will stand by them. "Are the others with you?" He wonders, strange glint overtaking the depths of his green eyes... But the madman and his obsession with this 'woman' is suppressed. "It is nice to see your beautiful face once again."
Cammy shakes her head in the negative, braids dancing, blue eyes fixed for now on the ninja. Who has been practically caught red handed! "No, I am not sure where the other Dolls are. Going about their duties elsewhere in the base probably. Or out on assignment, like Marz.". The chief Doll gets a bit more time off then the others do, rank hath it's privileges and all.
Her gaze finally leaves the interloper and she slowly looks around the room, noting the roses, and noting especially how Balrog seems to have been casually leafing through her things judging by the moved photograph, before slowly walking in, until she's pretty much dead centre. There, she pauses, hands going to her hips. "Roses for everyone, I am sure the other Dolls will appreciate them. Thank you. I did not even know that you were back. Has Lord Vega chosen to assign you to these quarters?" she asks the Spaniard, tone neutral, controlled and ever so polite, though the words are perhaps a little pointed.
She then walks over to her table, giving Balrog something of a wide berth as much as she can given he's standing next to it, and reaches out with one gauntleted hand to straighten the photograph with one finger. Not that she is particularly obsessive about neatness, far from it, her part of the Doll Chambers is about the least tidy bit of all.
Caught red-handed? Says who? He has every right to be here, or at least that's what his twisted mind tells him; there have been numerous instances in past where Balrog has worked closely with the Dolls, and that is his justification. Besides, last minute affairs include parting gifts to these girls, and most especially the feast for his eyes that is Cammy. The ninja does not conceal what is his memorizing her face and form - she should be cherished always, placed on a pedestal... The Killer Bee's lovely visage is comparable only to his own. He meant it when he said that she is beautiful. That is the height of compliments from a narcissist like Balrog.
Rank also grants him freedom to roam where he will, even without assignment.
"Lord Vega," It is a shame that he must look away, but the roses around the room are worth admiring. Each have been grown and selected with care, stripped of their thorns and rendered harmless. Normally he would frown upon such a thing, but the gifts would then wound delicate flesh, and Balrog will not tolerate that, "has not assigned me here, and I have not returned for long." His wave is slight and dismissive, "I have orders to attend to elsewhere."
With Cammy so close in proximity, the viper could reach out for her at this very moment... but he refrains. She straightens the photograph (which he will not deny moving, if asked), and Balrog smiles in a manner that is not exactly sardonic, but close enough to be interpretted as such, "Why a cat?" He asks quite bluntly, ghost of a chuckle escaping, "Your belongings are so plain, and so the feline off-sets them. Was it a pet?" Did it die? The Adonis does not imagine that something that looked so unthoughtfully-bred would last long in a place like this.
Cammy was surely not expecting Balrog to /mind/ being caught red handed. That would imply a sense of right and wrong after all, not to mention a consideration for the feelings of others which a psychopath by definition does not have. As for his appreciation of her, well, the appreciation of a psychotic blood obsessed narcissist is something the Killer Bee can do without, sincere or not.
Ironic really, Quon probably feels just the same way about her.
"I see. Just here for the gifts, then. Thank you.". Said with some finality. Gifts delivered, he can go away now, right? She does pick up the nearest rose though, the Doll does have a weakness when it comes to curiosity. No thorns. Balrog must have spent some time doing that. If she had more than muted emotions, she'd probably shiver at the thought of someone like that apparently being so obsessed with her.
And then, on to the cat. Cammy looks at Balrog warily when that subject comes up, nose wrinkling at his tone. "My belongings are all I need to carry out Lord Vega's duties." she explains piously. "The cat, was a pet of sorts, I suppose." she adds numbly, with a noncomittal shrug of her shoulders. Past tense. "We have various other entertainments in here." she goes on, slightly defensive, and trying to shrug it off as nothing unusual. "Television, board games. Pets, as well.".
Oh, he has some consideration, and full awareness of right and wrong - Balrog just chooses not to apply this knowledge and understanding here. On the outside, he's extremely well-adjusted, where day to day reputations and influence are of the utmost importance. For a blood-thirsty murderer, he is quite the anomally.
Her note of finality is not missed by the Spaniard, but he does not leave, as she wishes. Balrog just observes her actions, following Cammy with a level gaze as she lifts a rose and inspects it. He doesn't reveal neither where they came from originally, nor who dethorned them, but smiles in a charming way that would make the most ordinary of women faint at his feet. The Killer Bee is not ordinary sadly, but this endears her to him all the more. She has stolen his heart.
One would think that for the very first time he has been spotted, the gift-giver now no longer anonymous, Cammy could be a little more appreciative. Her resistance and nose-wrinkling is not very encouraging, but no matter... Of course the Doll requires these items for her missions, Balrog easily figured that out on his own. The 'pet' surprises him, however. Particularly how she speaks of it in past tense. It's dead, the ninja thinks, noting this almost gleefully. Was it also a gift from another admirer?
"So I have noticed." About the room and various... things that the girls occupy their time with, save one. Does the lack of such entertainment mean Cammy is very diligent, or that she spends little time here? He is quite certain that it's the second. "I suppose I have wasted enough of the day, by this point." Though he loathes the thought of leaving, prolonging the conversation means that he's not getting anything done. "Hopefully I will see you again soon." What was only a glance at first instead lingers on the Doll, and then the ninja takes the first step towards the door.
As he departs, when gliding past, Balrog cannot help the arm that extends, gently lifting one of Cammy's long braids and allowing it to slide away from his palm. Her hair is so soft. She would be breath-taking with it let down.
"Very well." Cammy replies simply when Balrog takes his leave. "Lord Vega is a busy man, and makes us equally busy, fulfilling his wishes. You too, once again, I assume.". She smiles a thin, somewhat forced smile for politeness' sake. She doesn't like Balrog much, it is true, but it could be worse, she supposes. He's not Juri, at least. Unlike Juri he seems to be getting the hint of 'sod off' and actually acting on it. While Juri gets that hint and hangs around anyway just to piss Cammy off. "I am sure we will meet again soon enough given our mutual master.".
But then, oh no, he's actually /reaching/ for her. She stands stock still, rigid, lets him wrap one hand around one long braid. "Lord Vega likes my hair this way." she tells him in a warning tone, as everybody seems to have it in for her braids - but no, he's only holding it briefly on his way to the door, some relief. "Perhaps Lord Vega will see fit for us to work together at some point.". Polite as ever, she offers him a small wave, and then turns, to look through her stuff, picking up her photographs and papers.
Did Balrog find Quon's address? She thinks not. And if he did, he wouldn't know what it is. Another small relief.
Log created on 11:33:00 12/28/2010 by Balrog, and last modified on 06:53:05 01/02/2011.