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Post by selena ray right on Mar 23, 2013 13:13:17 GMT -5
Selena was the mystery. Everyone knew that. No one quite knew anything about her. Not that she wanted them too. She was private. It was just like how she wanted to be. Only Lip knew about her parents, her life, her past, or where she even lived. It was nice that way. It was a nice, calm tidy life. Waking up that morning, she brushed out her hair, still in just her purple matching underwear. Her body was covered in scars up and down her wrist and thighs. It was a depressing sight. The ones on her wrist were so faded that most people didn't notice. "Alright," She told herself, finishing brushing out her hair and stripping down. Slipping on red matching underwear, she walked over to her closet. It didn't take more then a couple minutes to decide what to wear. After that, she curled her hair into loose curls, sprayed it, did her makeup and was out the door.
Selena had no idea what was going on in her life anymore. She met Lip after giving him the topic essay for school that she stole, started to like him, he told her he knew, they danced, fucked, got high and stole stuff on the same day. after that, they started fucking and hanging out. she told him not to fall in love with her. What the fuck was she thinking?
Glancing at her phone, it was 6:00 am. It was time to go to work then she'd find something else to do. She'd probably go hang out with Lip. Hours later, after a five hour shift she got herself some coffee and at about 12:45 she found herself laying on her stomach in the grass, reading a book. She was reading It's kind of a funny story. Her legs crossed her ankles. She could kind of see in her line of vision, someone take a photo of her. Looking up, she shaded her eyes to see who it was. It was a cute guy with a camera. She smiled at him, hoping he would take another picture.
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Post by zachary seth roman on Mar 23, 2013 21:59:48 GMT -5
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is today - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He wouldn’t admit to himself that he was homesick. That was just it… Zack wasn’t. If he didn’t think he was, then he wasn’t. The city was growing on him, like a slow mold or fungus. All he’d done lately was compare sweet southern comfort to the cold north east, and it was wearing on his mind and on his heart. He was a sensitive beast, he supposed. Zack didn’t know what he wanted and what he was going to do. Everything had just been so goddamn much lately. Everything was coming crashing down, and all he wanted was a hug from his little brother and a night in his own bed. Never did he think he’d miss the southern drawl wherever he went.
It made him feel like an outsider, this place did. He ached with the idea that he was going to be here a while longer. He had to check out NYU… they’d offered him a scholarship, after all. He had a full year to make his choice, but it didn’t help him any. How would he fair with four years of this strange, seeping cold? NYC was cold, and it drove him a little off his head. Zack rarely knew what he wanted and what he was doing, and this was just making things worse. His sides ached as he thought of it.
Through his days, he seemed to stumble. Zack didn’t have any friends here, yet… with his degree of awkward, he was a little doubtful. There were so many doubts in the young man’s mind—doubts about everything. He couldn’t help but think too much sometimes. Bad habits were bad habits, and he couldn’t help but let it all come closing in. No, Zack couldn’t handle himself sometimes. There was just… too much. Yeah, that was the way he could think of it—too much. The young man quivered within his mind. Why the hell was it so hard to keep ahold of himself?
Days were still chilly, but spring was coming. It didn’t keep the southern boy from wrapping himself up tighter in his jacket, collar perking against the cutting chill of a light breeze. He was used to heat, heat all the time—weather for the Atlanta metro area on the news this morning was registering in the 70’s. Zack ached for it, but he kept going. His toes curled in his converse and he shouldered his bag a bit more, trying to keep warm as best he could. Dully he remembered that he had film to develop rolling around, just another thing on his ever growing to-do list. He couldn’t even keep track any more.
Fish eye lens in hand, he was looking for something… new. If Zack had his way he’d have every beautiful thing he could find in this strange city caught on film by the time he left. Wandering through central park could be an interesting experience—homeless people curled up on benches, junkies shooting up, old ladies feeding birds, business men on their time off, joggers, housewives—everyone in this city seemed to wind up here. It was a strange thing to see, such a melting pot within a city so divided by social status and class and rank and… everything. Unity in division. Strange thought.
The light was perfect, though. It was an odd sort of filtering cold beast today, hanging at the right level to make everything seem sort of ethereal. Zack’s feet were light as he moved across the cracked pavement, camera at the ready. Medium format was finicky, and he was working with a new combination—he’d built the little Frankenstein camera out of barely salvageable parts just a few minutes before tripping out the door earlier in the day. There were a few worthy subjects, but he was worried about the degree of distortion.
With a slight turn of his shoulders he caught a pretty girl in his periphery. If he could get away without actually alerting her he’d caught her on film, it would be ideal. With the fish eye, though, it was a hard case. Zack had to shoot the woman dead on, else she’d be oddly shifted within the view of the lens… it was worth a shot. Taking a knee to get a better angle, he took a couple snaps with the new lens combination before finding himself in thought. From behind the young woman, the sun was strong but not too strong. Perfect.
But upon looking up, the young man realized that he’d been caught. Raking a hand through his shaggy hair, he couldn’t help but find some color coming to his face. There was a light chuckle in his throat, stretching slightly as he got to his feet. “Er, sorry!” He called apologetically, getting to his feet he jogged to the young woman, who grew more striking up close. Zack faltered once more, his eyes on the toes of his sneakers. How the hell could he face her. Still, the young man with the charming southern drawl thought on his feet.
“The light behind you, it’s perfect… I couldn’t help it, I uh…” He didn’t know what he wanted to say, but he was fighting for words. The young man could feel a bit of color coming to his cheeks, but he was smiling slightly. His eyes moved to the young woman’s face, and he was just… it was clear Zack was struggling with the social interaction. Something about the awkwardness was kicking in again, and he couldn’t fight it.
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Post by selena ray right on Mar 23, 2013 22:48:12 GMT -5
The four foot seven female wasn't really alarmed by the man with the camera. He didn't look much older then eighteen or so. He looked startled when she looked up and smiled. He made his way over to her, she pulled up her shirt a bit to cover any bulging cleavage from when she was laying down. While the man jogged over, she looked down at her book, finished the page quickly and put her bookmark in. Shutting it, she stood the book up vertically and rested her chin on it, squinting from the sunlight in her eyes.
"Eh," Selena said when he started to speak. She could see he was nervous. "That's alright.". Selena could understand why the guy felt awkward so she wanted to be reassuring to him. Extending her arm forward, she shook his hand. "I'm Selena," She said, sitting up and sitting Indian style. Looking at his shirt, she reconized the song and started quitely singing the lyrics on his shirt to herself. "Cast aside, this can't be stopped at pride. We've been waiting to show you. This world will be ours, we won't stop at nothing now. This world will be ours, we won't stop at nothing." Considering Selena was in theater and had done most of the plays and musicals, she was a pretty good singer.
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Post by zachary seth roman on Mar 24, 2013 0:00:01 GMT -5
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is today - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He knew how to shake hands. It was a southern gentleman’s thing, and that’s’ what he thought himself. Zack had a gentle smile playing on his lips, something that rarely left him. He tried so hard to be friendly, to be gentle, to be kind. The young man watches the young woman with dancing eyes, drawn in at the sight of her. She was friendly, she wouldn’t bite him—that was always a good thing. His handshake was broad and strong, steady and even. It wasn’t that different than Zack himself. Parallels were something he always drew, always looked for. The young man was smart, a bright creature with shining intelligence and something that couldn’t really be touched effectively with a surface scratch.
The young man’s eyes set gently on the girl, studying. He’s a quick study of a seventeen year old boy, anyway. Zack is fairly… plain. To be honest it’s a pretty easy thing to do—he’s fairly out in the open with himself. He’s a sweet young man, clear eyes, innocent… Zack still has every bit and piece of himself on his sleeve. The city hasn’t taken it from him yet, which is a strange thing. Even after a week and a half in this place, he’s just as bright eyed and bushy tailed as he was when he walked in. Bright eyed, bushy tailed, and homesick more like.
“I’m Zack… er, pleased to meet you.” His grin was light, gentle as it played cross his face. The young man’s eyes danced softly as well… at least sometimes he was charming, handsome. It’s something that he clings to softly, embraces when he needs to. Then again, he’d always need to. It was good to have charms to fall back on. He has graces too, sometimes. A hand pushes through his hair, a nervous habit. It’s something that he can’t help, something that he can’t help, he can’t stop. It happens before he can really think to himself and hold it back, so he lets it happen.
As the young woman starts to sing, he grins. It’s a gentle one, warm and shining. In all honestly, Zack is a cute kid. He’s still got the look of a young boy to him, mischievous when he wants to be and sweet when he doesn’t. He listens for a long moment as the woman sings, chuckling to himself. “You aren’t half bad.” The words sit softly on his lips, along with a gentle smile. There’s a lightness to him for the moment, the camera hanging around his neck and his original purpose for the day momentarily forgotten.
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Post by selena ray right on Mar 25, 2013 18:37:51 GMT -5
"So are you a photographer or do you just take random photos of girls?" Selena teased. She figured he was a photographer or on vacation. He looked a little young to be a photographer. Then again, Selena looked a little young to be smoking or having sex. Well, she still was. She was fifteen. "Come sit," She smiled. Reaching forward, she patted a place to sit. It wasn't really planned to make any new friends today but she was never apposed. The guy looked like he'd be in high school but she hadn't seen his face around. It was a big school but still. She knew most of the people or at least saw them. She was a pretty friendly person but at the same time she was cautious so she wasn't too worried about having this guy some sit by her. The guy didn't seem dangerous. He honestly just seemed like a regular kid. She could trust him, she thought. Right? Yeah, she could trust him.
"Thanks," Selena smiled. Glancing at her camera, she remembered the photo. "So can I see the picture?" She smiled. It didn't bother her that he took a photo. In fact, she was flattered. "And if you don't take another photo I'll be terribly offended." She mentally gasped, putting her hand to her chest with a smile.
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