camila rose||21||mechanic||ship cabin||tags - hazel, calla, open
Camila hissed with irritation as yet another wave crashed into the boat, knocking her off balance and making her hand, wielding the tiniest little screwdriver Camila had ever owned, slip and almost stab a hole through the little contraption she had made. Muttering curses in many different languages under her breath, Camila realigned the screwdriver and carefully screwed in the last thin sheet of copper plating to her creation. Setting it down on the small table in from of her, Camila admired her handiwork; a small, copper plated figurine of a long legged crocodile with large, tusk-like teeth. Carefully, she wound up the small tag between it's shoulder blades and waited, holding her breath. After a moment of hesitation, the mechanical dinosaur began to move, tail thrashing, head turning, jaws snapping. Camila grinned as the movement slowed to a stop. Perhaps the thing she was looking forwards to the most on this trip was the chance to spot her favorite dinosaur; the Kaprosuchus, or boar crocodile. The tiny likeness sitting in front of her was nothing compared to the life sized animatronic she could create back at her workshop, if only she could get a good, close look at the real thing, she could replicate it and it's movements almost perfectly in metal, cogs and gears. Camila had no love for InGen, after what they used her machines for she could barely find it in her to trust them, but the temptation of seeing dinosaurs again was too much for her to resist. One of Camila's favorite things to do when she worked on Isla Nublar was watch the baby dinosaurs hatch. Camila would never forget the day she saw a Spinosaurus hatch; they are surprisingly adorable when little, not at all the toothy monstrosities they turn into. Camila was jarred out of her memories by the sound of voices outside the cabin. Looking out the window, Camila spotted two pretty girls conversing on the deck. Camila sized them up for a moment, debating whether to approach them, but since she had never been the best at first impressions, Camila was torn. Sighing in resignation, Camila cradled the mechanical dinosaur in her hands and approached her two colleagues. Leaning on the doorframe, Camila took a moment to look at them in detail. one girl, Calla, Camila thought her name was, seemed nice, and Camila could see that excited and scared look in her eyes that most had when confronted with the possibility of seeing dinosaurs. The other, Hazel, looked a bit nervous, wringing her hands together, and Camila smiled when she saw the pride pins on her jacket. "Are you guys looking forward to seeing dinosaurs? Let me tell you, they really are all they're hyped up to be." Camila kept her tone neutral, not sounding too enthusiastic, but certainly not deadpanning. The mechanical dinosaur in the hand not leaning on the doorframe gave a small twitch and a light whirring sound as her thumb brushed over the wind-up tag.

