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Post by lauren roy on May 1, 2009 23:57:54 GMT -5
 she'd been perfectly content with staying in the bookstore all day. it was one of those places that resembled an ancient library, with the vast majority of the books lining the shelves being covered in nearly an inch of dust and collected cobwebs. however, the real beauty of the place was kind of ruined by the new additon of the tiny cafe-styled coffee shop, which was installed right beside the commercial magazines and local newspapers. it was a wifi hot-spot for those with portable laptops on the go, but mckenzie wasn't there for that reason. no. she came here every sunday to quietly have a little re-group time with herself, alone. it was her own little church, if you wanted to venture that far down the symbolic path. mickey, though, just thought of it as a relaxing spot to kick back for an hour or two and unwind, with nothing but a cup of coffee and the thick newspaper.
today, though, her routine - slash - ritual - slash - hobby was cut short. by quite a long time. for one reason or another, the manager of the place was out of town, and that led to trouble. he was the only one who knew for a fact who kenzie was beside her musical career. she wasn't going to do a knee-slide across the counter-top, and then jump from book-shelf to book-shelf. she was civilized and sophisticated, she liked to believe. but the red hair she was currently sporting? it seemed to throw off the replacement worker, and when mckenzie just spit an answer right back in his stereotypical method, she found herself getting nearly pushed out the door.
honestly, if the day wasn't already bad enough?! her washing machine had recently quit out, and so lately, she'd had to turn to the laundromat for her needs. turns out, that she'd forgotten to pick up her finished laundry, and was stuck with only the few dressy, up-scale outfits. she was way out of her element in heels, but thanks to her low center of gravity (only being five feet, three inches), she didn't have that much trouble keeping balanced. that didn't mean she was comfortable, though, as she walked out from the small bookstore, and dodged traffic haphazardly to reach the park across the street.
she was tempted to just go home and call it a day, but it was only noon. what good would that do? she'd woken up less than an hour ago, and she wasn't bored enough yet to just go crawl back into bed. she planned to save that for much later, and to smother out that idea immediately, she decided to enter that park. and, the second she did, she felt a smile stretch across her face.
the flash of a camera caught her happily off-guard, but she wasn't completely surprised by the face behind the lens. actually, she was sort of exciting, considering the sudden flutter in her pulse. she pushed that to the back of her mind, though, before flicking bright hair over her shoulder. how exactly to go about approaching clark? the usual. jabs.
she popped up suddenly infront of his camera - a frumpy look on her face which was obviously too exaggerated to be remotely real. still, she kept up the act. "is that camera glued to your hand? because i honestly don't think you ever put it down. ever." she mumbled. there was a slight truth to that. she had gotten busy, and he liked his camera. they grew a little distant due to this. "ooh, and i'll have you know that you kill about a million brain-cells every time that damn thing flashes." so what if that was a total lie? she stepped back slightly, careful not to stumble in her heels. not sneakers. heels.
she'd really have to work to get used it this.
words – six hundred and thirty-six
listening to – your star , the all american rejects
status – completed , but i ain't prouddd
notes – bleh i dunno why it's so long and ramble-icious so i'm mega sorry
tagged – mickey and clarkkk
outfit – click
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Post by clark michael west on May 2, 2009 13:10:36 GMT -5
 We’ll stop the clock together
And know that the timing was right.[/color][/font][/size] ● ● ●[/center] Clark was bored. He was always kind of bored, considering he didn't have the most friends in the world. Sitting in his apartment, camera in his lap, he was trying to get some inspiration. But he just...couldn't. Not here, anyways. So Clark stood up, placing his camera safely in it's bag. His camera was like...his child. It really was. And he didn't go anywhere without. It was basically attached to him. But you never know when the opportunity for a good picture would strike, now did you? So Clark always took his camera with him...so he would always get the best pictures, at the best time. When he went out though, he definitely didn't act like those pesky paparazzi. No...he usually took pictures of more...scenic things. Unless he had a shoot. Then he was allowed to take pictures of people. Or when he took those great little candids of him and his few friends.
Running a hand through his shaggy black hair, Clark's bright blue eyes looked around the room. Yes...there was definitely no inspiration here today. So he would go to the next best place- the park. Looking down at his wrinkled navy blue shirt and plaid pajama pants, he figured he should probably get dressed first. He quickly made his way to his bedroom, which was just around the corner and down the hall, getting dressed quickly, picking out fairly random pieces from his clothes. Clark checked himself in the mirror, making sure everything matched and nothing was on backwards. Everything looked good. Except for the long sleeves... Clark quickly rolled those up so he wouldn't get too hot outside. California did get pretty hot this time of year.
The park was only a short distance from his apartment, luckily. So he didn't have to deal with the hustle and bustle of the city, which made him a bit paniky. So it was better for him to not have to deal with them. Once in the park, Clark's posture relaxed. He never realized how stiff his posture got when he was out...until he was in a more comfortable environment that is. Pulling his camera out of his bag, Clark snapped a few pictures. Of the trees, the flowers, the sky. He smiled as he scrolled through them on his camera. Yes, these ones were definitely good. Keepers for sure.
Suddenly, someone popped up in front of Clark, making him jump...just a bit, until he realized who it was. McKenzie. Then a smile crossed his face. He snapped a picture of her, which looked pretty nice...with all the trees and flowers behind, before the boy lowered his camera and spoke to his crush, his heart quickening. "I put it down." Clark told her, chuckling slightly. "But I'm a photographer. It's what we do." He smiled. "If it killed a million brain cells, every model, photographer, actor and musician would be dead." Clark retorted, reaching out with his hand slightly. It looked like McKenzie was about to fall, what with those heels on and such. The boy didn't really understand why girls would wear those types of shoes...they looked like torture.
Status● Finished !
Words● 545. Without coding !
Tagged● McKenzie Murray !
Lyrics● Vegas Skies- The Cab !
Outfit● Click !
Credit● Me !
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Post by lauren roy on May 2, 2009 14:51:12 GMT -5
mckenzie tried to pull a disapproving face before clark could get a picture of her. she'd never really been a big fan of the camera, or spotlight, come to think of it. she didn't mind being up on stage though, because she barely noticed hundreds of people staring up at her. she had something to distract herself with, compared to a candid shot posted in a magazine. either way, she wasn't able to wipe the genuine and common smile from her face before she heard the click of the mechanism. she rolled her eyes slightly at his retort. she was tempted to stick her tongue out, but then remembered she wasn't six or five or four years old anymore. and that was slightly disappointing in itself, so she just let that go entirely.
"whatever. you know what i meant," she mumbled, blue eyes flickering back to him as she tried to look annoyed again. "photographer or not," she continued, "you bring it everywhere. what do you do with all the pictures you take?" i mean, sure, kenzie complimented him constantly on how beautiful his shots were, and how she could appreciate artistic angle... but really, what else could you do beside look at the photos? she was tempted to go on like usual, and just pester him with pointless questions, but she then figured he could turn that right back around and pin the same inquiry on her. what could you do with music beside listen to it? defeat was clear in her eyes and her face fell for a fraction of a second. she couldn't help but laugh at his comebacks and the smile he said them with.
she didn't take his hand, because as usual, she felt she didn't need help with anything. although that wasn't the case, she stabilized herself and clumsily straightened. she shook his hand as if they were meeting for the first time, or some big-time business officials. "dead brain cells don't kill you," she said matter-of-factly, although once again, she really had no clue. "it just makes you dumb." she shrugged her narrow shoulders, wincing as she looked past him to the midday sun.
"it's pretty hot out today," she stated, tilting her head to the side curiously as she peered up at him, her hands slipping into the pockets of her thin jacket. "what brought you outdoors?" she grinned casually. she called him a hermit on numerous occasions, and it was hard for her to have any type of relationship based on anything except sometimes-awkward teasing. she was working on getting past that though, to get rid of her hard exterior. "not that i'm unhappy to see you, or anything," she added quickly - not wanting to seem stuck in a stand-off or crabby demeanor.
words – four hundred and sixty-three
watching – the final riot dvd , paramore live (:
status – complete , but poor
notes – i'm still not used to her yet D: as you can tell
tagged – mickey and clarkkk
outfit – click
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Post by clark michael west on May 3, 2009 18:59:17 GMT -5
We’ll stop the clock together
And know that the timing was right. [/color][/font][/size] ● ● ●[/center] Clark saw her try to make a disapproving face, making the boy laugh. But luckily he got a picture of her smiling. "Don't worry, it's good." He told her, a small smile on his own face, turning the camera around to show her. "See?" Clark said, before taking his camera back, turning it off, and placing it carefully in his bag, which was slung over his shoulder. He watched her roll her eyes...tempted to take a photo. Clark was the type of guy who took a picture of everything and everyone. Just a habit of his, apparently. It annoyed most people, but they would be sorry in sixty years when they had no memories and he had hundreds. Right? Or maybe he was just odd. Most likely, the latter.
"I like making memories." Clark argued, blushing a bit. Curse that stupid blush...always showed up at the wrong times. Well, it showed up all the time. But mostly around McKenzie. And people he didn't know. And when he was in big crowds. But mostly McKenzie...if that made sense. Which it probably didn't, but oh well. It wasn't like anyone could hear these thoughts, right? Right. "Put them on my wall." Clark told her, shrugging his thin shoulders when she asked her question. "At least, the scenic ones. The rest are on my laptop." He said. Clark didn't want McKenzie thinking he was some kind of creeper or something...with pictures of her on his wall. Because that was not that case.
Clark blushed as she shook his hand, feeling a bit more awkward now. He shook her hand quickly, before pulling his arm back, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "Dead brain cells kill you. Without brain cells...you're dead." Clark informed her, chuckling. "I think someone needs to go back to school." He teased. This was probably the closest the boy would get to flirting...and it wasn't working out the greatest. But oh well, at least he tried...right?
It's hot out today Clark heard her say. He nodded in agreement. "Indeed it is." He said, looking over her, wondering if she was feeling hot in that jacket. Probably. He was wearing a thin long sleeve button up...and he was hot. Clark chuckled at McKenzie's next question. She was always teasing him about staying inside too much. "Got bored. Didn't have anything left to photograph in my apartment. Nature's the next best thing." He smiled. Clark was quite glad at her next comment. But he didn't show it...too much. Just allowed his grin to widen. "And what brought you outside?" He asked.
Status● Finished !
Words● 460. Without coding !
Tagged● McKenzie Murray !
Lyrics● Vegas Skies- The Cab !
Outfit● Click !
Credit● Me !
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