a work of art (open)

[cam]

Community service. What a lovely way to spend such a nice weekend. Cameron felt he hadn't done a thing but of course the police felt different. He knew he had been doing a good thing by putting the stolen items back, only they didn't beleive him. And now, he's doing that mans community work. He gave a long winded sigh watching all the cars that were passing. His mother offered to drive him since he had himself a little hangover.

He had on his orange jumpsuit with a pair of black boots. His jumpsuit was unzipped down to the bottom of his stomach reveling a black under shirt. It wasn't the greatest outfit to look at, however, he hadn't any other choice but to wear it. He knew Officer Rider wouldn't approve if he had on anything else. The orange was a way for others to know he was doing community service. Of course, this didn't embarrass him though. He knew one of the others doing community service couldn't stand it. But him? He really didn't care.

His mother stopped the car a few blocks away from where he needed to be. He gave her a gentle hug and a kiss on each cheek before hopping out of the red Ford.

"And the party begins." He chuckled walking over and leaning against the wall. He didn't line up when ordered to. There was no need. Officer Rider would be able to see him clearly, it wasn't like the boy was in kindergarten. A bunch of grown people didn't need to line up.

“Clean that graffiti off the wall.” He stood up from the wall and took a quick look at it. "You want me to ruin this beautiful art work?" He asked turning to face him. "I figured you were the kind of man who would enjoy art." He paused to look it over again.

"Well, alright." He grinned walking over to pick up the bucket of water with a special soap and sponge along with the scrapper. Cameron begin scrapping the paint off the graffiti quietly. He thought about telling the Officer he had a headache and couldn't 'work' today but he knew that wouldn't get him out of anything. Although, it could possibly peeve him.

About thirty minutes into his work Officer Rider had left to do paperwork. He was alone now. Well, apart from the others but they were all so spread out he couldn't talk to anyone.

Figuring he could take a nice little break he paused to sit on a bench not far from his bucket and other supplies.

[rachelblack]

Finally, Rachel was home in Washington once again. Even though the thought of her mothers passing chilled her, she knew she had to stay. Both her father and brother needed her dearly. She had heard Jacob was going through some rough times, and so was her father Billy. Making her way out to the vehicle, Rachel closed the house door behind her making sure it was securely locked. She didn't care if they did live in the middle of nowhere. Her belongings were shoved inside and she wasn't about to have the stolen from her.
Grabbing her keys, she unlocked the car door slipping herself inside. A nice road trip to Seattle had sounded nice. After all, it had been a long time since she had last went shopping; Starting the engine, Rachel pulled it into drive and hurried out of the driveway. Even though she wanted to spend time with her brother, she knew taking him to a big city was not a good idea. Jacob just wasn't one for crowds.

A good hour or so had passed, and she finally found her way into Seattle. The streets, and sidewalks were more than busy. Car's slammed on their horns when others would break to fast. Taking in a deep breath, she let out a hesitant sigh. Maybe she should have brought Jake. Protection would have been nice if something were to go horribly wrong. Coming up to a single traffic light, she hung a right down a long strip where beautiful, expensive stores had been lined up. With money being so tight, she knew she wasn't able to buy. But she was allowed to look.

Turning into a small little parking spot, Rachel squeezed her way in between two small, very expensive, cars. Turning off the engine, she climbed out; tossing her purse over her shoulder. Closing the door, she pressed the lock key half a dozen times. "Lets get a move on." She told herself, as she walked up to the first store. There in the window she noticed a small, yet etiquette, little purse. A must have in her eyes. But before she could even make her way in that direction, her eye caught a bright orange suited boy sitting on the side bench. To he, he looked exhausted, and way to young to be in prison. Or so she thought he was.

Being as curious as Rachel was, she slowly began to make an approach. Her heels hitting the ground with every step she had made. 'What are you doing Rachel.' She thought to herself, finally approaching the boy. There on the side of him sat a pail and some kind of a sponge. "Excuse me?" She asked, squinting. "Would I be a bother if I asked you why you are in Prison at such a young age?" There she went. Speaking before thinking.

[cam]

Cam couldn't help but count the days down until community service was over. The time he spent cleaning someone else's messes seemed to just be a waste of time. They'll never stop trashing places or spray painting walls and roads. It was never going to stop. They'll keep doing it. He never really understood why HE had to clean it all up. "Just a few more months." He thought to himself.

It wasn't that it was a pain. At the most it gives him something to do rather than sitting around all day bored. Cam just hates the fact he did nothing wrong and still ended up having to do community work.

A bird flew into the side of his head then landed on the ground beside him. "JEEZ!" He yelled with a glare. The bird seemed like it was having a spaz. His wings where going in odd directions and it was making a terrible noise. Its feet were flipping all around so he fell on his side a few times."Hey little dude..." Cam spoke to it. "Don't spaz out."

He watched it for a few minutes wondering when it would stop and fly off. Or if it ate some poison and was just dying. A few more minutes passed and it feel over confirming his second thoughts.

"Excuse me?"

"I didn't do it! It just... spazzed and fell over!" The loud voice must have startled the bird but it got up and flew out rather quickly. "Oh... Sorry." He snickered a little at his first reaction. The first thing he noticed about her was...well...everything. She was cute.


"I'm not in prison. I'm just on community service. It's a bunch of bull... See them over there?" He pointed at the others in orange a couple hundred feet away. All of them didn't like him but that was because he got on their nerves. "They're all wankers." With a smirk he held his hand out to her. "Cameron Collins. You can call me Cam. And you are?" His thick Irish accent showed with every word spoken.

[rachelblack]

"I didn't do it! It just... spazzed and fell over!"

With a light chuckle, Rachel took a seat next to the boy; Crossing one leg over the other. His loud voice must have sacred the small bird, and possibly revived it. All Rachel could do was laugh at the facial expressions the young man had made. Indeed, he was a cutie for his age, but that was well besides the point. She was, in an odd way, concerned for his safety. "It's alright." She spoke softly. "He looks to be alright now."

"Oh... Sorry."

Smiling from ear to ear, Rachel sat her purse to the side. She knew for a fact she would be sitting their for a little while. So why not make herself feel more comfortable on that lonely park bench with him. "Really." She assured him. "Its alright." Looking at her surroundings, she noticed plenty of graffiti on the walls. Something she hadn't seen since her and her brother decided to paint the whole side of their fathers barn. After that little incidents, they both got their back porches painted red.

"I'm not in prison. I'm just on community service. It's a bunch of bull... See them over there?"

She looked to where he was pointing. Plenty of younger boys his age stood on the opposite side from him. Many looked a little too grungy for their age. A couple seemed to look like they were heavily into some kind of drugs. What kind, she didn't know of course. "That man must be in for drugs." [/b]Assuming, yet again.

"They're all wankers."

Lifting a brow, Rachel leaned back. She noticed his heavy Irish accent. It was actually, kind of... well, attractive. "Wankers?" She laughed hysterically. "What on earth is a wanker?" Of course she wasn't too acquainted with the Irish way of speaking. It wasn't every day that she was surrounded by them. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a few sticks of gum for the both of them. He had looked exhausted. Poor boy. All that work in that warm summers heat.

"Cameron Collins. You can call me Cam. And you are?"

Grabbing hold of his hand, Rachel gave him one of her friendliest smiles. "Rachel Black. But you can call me Rachie or whatever." Releasing her grip, she looked over to the store across the street and then back at her cellphone checking the time. "What time is it that you get off?" She was curious. It was nice to hang out with someone other than the pack for once.