[h2]Camille Mahroug - The Little Sunshine[/h2]

Always peeping behind Isabella's shoulder during events that involved interaction with other individuals, Camille's insecure little life was recently bound to Isabella's. Like a loyal companion who would blindly follow the person they aspire to be one day or, more negatively, like an obsessive fan with the compulsive need to stalk her idol. Through inner torments, rejection and conflicting ideals, the young French girl had finally found her righteous way in what many would call the only life they'll live. Camille considered Isabella as a mother, despite the age of the young woman, her body and state of mind made her more akin to a 10 year old than a 25 year old. However this did not exclude her ability to learn and gain the ability to use her knowledge wisely through experience. She needed this motherly figure to keep away from the dangerous, God-complex views on the world her previous environment offered, whether this relation was sincere or not. 

From the beginning of Isabella's speech, the child-like woman had remained in the shadows in order to ever appear as a nuisance to her "mother's" work. This followed up with Camille stalking the conversation with Olivia until the latter had crossed the line. Camille couldn't stand her blathering about peace either but most of the discussion was somewhat void to Camille's mind. A little smirk of joy formed on the young girl's cheek as her moth promptly took care of the problem by shooting down the negotiator with a handgun. Unfortunately for them a fire using assailant broke in at the nick of time to save the troublesome female who was about to be served on a silver platter for mother's henchmen. 

When Isabella moved in further into her quarters, thus entering in the connected room where Camille was hiding, the little girl couldn't help but snicker at her mother in disrespect. Her naive and provocative gaze was set on her mother who had failed to handle a puny freedom fighter she could have killed off if she didn't act so slowly. 

"[b]You really missed her head, mama?! Wow you suck![/b]" 

She said with a strong, French accent but the sentence and tones were correctly placed with her little girl's voice. She had the nasty habit of acting before thinking, and in this case she didn't hesitate to mock her spiritual mother for being unable to kill off or even capture the nuisance. But that was very usual of her and many would disregard her child-like manners. Her mother could see her dressed as the average teen slightly above her physical age: A white sweatshirt with a matching skirt followed by a pair of black tights. She wore her usual white control gloves along with the usual Converse type blue shoes. And as a little fashionable touch, she wore a black beret that fit relatively well with her silky, black hair. 

But this brief moment of pointless chatting would be cut short as she finished her mockery as a little alarm sounded on the pseudo-teen's smartphone. Upon opening it she'd notice a message attached to a Live article. 

"[b]Oh mama! It looks like we have visitors! Should I clean up for a nice welcome?~ Oh oui~[/b]" 

Her voice got a little more soothing at the end, as if she was happy at the idea of killing off individuals. It wouldn't be surprising, though, as it become routine for her to kill off whatever she didn't like and what Isabella needed gone. She was suggesting that she would go down and kill off the remaining test subjects and cleanse anything that would compromise them while preventing the opposition from gaining useful information that would advance them. This would also include retrieving anything of value before the enemy would.