Mr Incognito
Star
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
(Sorry the title isn't all the clever.)
Cammy was a girl with a troubled past....she thought. In truth, she didn't recall much. She only knew a few bits and pieces of her life, such as the time she was in Shadloo as an assassin. Those had been dark days, freed only by the intervention of a strange Indian man with mystic powers. She had been so obsessed with revenge, to find the truth....but all that was behind her now. Now, she couldn't be more content with her life. She had met a girl named Chun Li, and together, they had started something new. Cammy smiled more often, laughed more....it was like she was a different person. They had started an orphanage, and felt good about the work they did. She only fought now and again to raise money for them to live, but she was content.
Cammy entered through the front door, dressed in a tank top and jeans; for once, she wasn't sporting her provocative leotard. After all, she wasn't "on the job" or in a fight, and she didn't wander around half naked all the time. She was greeted by a swarm of screaming, laughing children, almost bowled over laughing. They were noisy brats, but it was hard to hate them.
Cammy was a girl with a troubled past....she thought. In truth, she didn't recall much. She only knew a few bits and pieces of her life, such as the time she was in Shadloo as an assassin. Those had been dark days, freed only by the intervention of a strange Indian man with mystic powers. She had been so obsessed with revenge, to find the truth....but all that was behind her now. Now, she couldn't be more content with her life. She had met a girl named Chun Li, and together, they had started something new. Cammy smiled more often, laughed more....it was like she was a different person. They had started an orphanage, and felt good about the work they did. She only fought now and again to raise money for them to live, but she was content.
Cammy entered through the front door, dressed in a tank top and jeans; for once, she wasn't sporting her provocative leotard. After all, she wasn't "on the job" or in a fight, and she didn't wander around half naked all the time. She was greeted by a swarm of screaming, laughing children, almost bowled over laughing. They were noisy brats, but it was hard to hate them.