This is the 14th in a series of character profiles for my upcoming July Camp Nano project – Escape from Rochester.

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Cadens Montgomery – New Media Interactive Development

Cadens has felt the presence of the strange and the weird in her life since childhood – she has heard voices where there were no voices to be heard, she has known things she had no right to know, and she has understood things that were beyond her.

Her mother took her to church because she wanted to be sure Cadens had a strong moral background – although both Cadens and her mother had always known that something was a little weird about Cadens’ father, it was an open secret, the sort never mentioned at the dinner table.

Cadens held on to that faith, and the moral backing it gave her, after puberty showed that she was a little bit weirder than most, after her powers developed in full. She kept her faith when she went to college, and when a relationship with Brendan went very quickly south.

She is a slender girl of medium – 5’5″ – height, with long red hair that she wears loose most of the time. Her eyes are black and, in the right light, appear iridescent, like a beetle’s wings. She wears her fingernails painted to hide the fact that they’re chitinous.

She wants to be a news reporter, but is interested in the way the internet and social media are being used to move news and information. She prefers – unsurprisingly – sound-transmission media and has her own youtube channel.

She dated Lewis‘ roommate Rob for a while, but found they were too far apart in core beliefs; right now she is finding herself single and not sure if she wants to be or not…. but has enough things on her plate that it’s a distant fourth in terms of priorities.

Of course, then the world ends…

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Fourth in a series of stories leading up to my Camp Nano Project – this one stars Jordan.

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“So, what do you think of all this?”

It was June, and it was New York, so it was raining, which meant we’d all ended up at my place instead of out in the swamp. Some things I could work around. Thunderstorms, not so much.

And Jordan was leaning over the back of the coveted Green Armchair to talk under the general drunken revelry of the conversation, to ask me –

“All this?” It was pretty dumb to play dumb, but I admit, I tried anyway. “It’s a party. Pretty fun, as parties go.”

She gave me that Look that said don’t even try with me. “The stuff on tv. ‘Portals.’ People vanishing. All of that mess. What do you think of it? It’s too extensive to be a hoax… isn’t it?”

It sounded as if she wanted to be reassured. I didn’t have all that much reassurance to give, but I tried. “Well, considering everything’s coming from a few sources – mostly the AP, right? – then it could be a hoax. You’d need good photoshop skills or a back lot in Hollywood…”

“Okay, now you sound like a moon landing denier.” Jordan huffed.

“They’re crazy – but their points are accurate. And this is a lot more out there than a moon landing. Big rings of fire, people going missing – did you hear the one about the woman being cured of cancer by the portal? It’s pretty out there.”

Jordan pursed her lips. “People go missing all the time.” I got the feeling I didn’t want to ask her how she knew that. “But these rings of flame -“

“I like the theory where it’s pollution.” I liked the theory, although I wasn’t sure I believed it.

“Pollution.” Finally, she accepted something I’d handed her. “Okay. Pollution.”

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