Shay M. Loire
Witch
Photographer
Killing time and two birds.[on:Eyes open.][of:Eyes closed.]
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Post by Shay M. Loire on Dec 23, 2008 23:05:36 GMT -5
There had been no sunlight when Shay arose early one morning. Only the pale blues of the dusk were peeking into the window of her bedroom. After looking at the blue travel further up to the reaches of the sky, she decided that she could not sleep one more minute. Quietly she dressed herself, grabbing all she had for her job later on. Although it was Saturday, she still had to come in at nine, but now she had at least three hours to kill. She knew the perfect place to spend her time.
The sun dared not to rise any higher when she arrived to a park that was small in size but large in popularity. Here was were the wizards and witches could sit far removed on the wooden benches but still feel close to nature. And in the later hours the vendors could set themselves up and begin their music or their marketing, whichever was their vocation.
By half past six in the morning, though, it was still too early to see the park in full force. Only Ministry types and athletes passed by, choosing whether or not to feel pleased by the environment. Shay took this time to set down her camera and observe through the lens, an activity that she neglected through her hectic schedules.
Her camera quietly snapped, taking a piece of a person without them knowing so that it could be later frozen in a photo. Her next target was a figure bathed by the sun, sitting on a bench by the small lake. Shay said nothing for the length of her discrete, early photoshoot, only letting her camera do the talking.
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Rollo Winner
Ministry of Magic
Dragon Research and Restraint Control of Magical Creatures
The scene ends badly as you can imagine in a cavalcade of anger and fear.[on:In Plain View][of:All]
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Post by Rollo Winner on Dec 24, 2008 2:16:14 GMT -5
Rollo had risen that day early and wrote it off immediately to the fact that the night before he had come here straight from work. The night before had been spent playing piano and painting both of which he found his drinking had inhibited as of late. It was the first Friday in a long time that he had not gone directly to the bar and proceeded to get plastered beyond belief. Sighing though he realized now that part of his reasoning was it was Saturday today and that meant no work for him which meant he would probably spend most of his day at the bar. Stretching to get out all of the kinks that his piano bench always gave him Rollo headed to the bathroom.
The water rushed over his head and at the time all he could think was that he felt every scar and it was causing him to relive all as he cleaned himself. It was ironic in a way but he was far too focused on the fact that his life had managed to even make showers painful now to notice such a thing. Stepping out of the shower Rollo dried himself all the time wondering if in fact this is what the rest of his life was destined to be like. If it was Rollo couldn't help but hope that he'd die young.
Walking into his room to gather clothing Rollo looked around and was in even more discomfort then usual by the fact that dust was slowly settling on the room in thicker layers then before. He would place a call before he left to have someone come clean his flat so that should his parents show up it appeared as if he actually slept in the room and not elsewhere. Closing the door he quickly moved to the other room in his flat that contained all of his creations and his wooden piano. The only two things that kept him sane anymore. Locking the door behind him as he exited Rollo would make sure to leave a note not to attempt to enter the room.
Closing the door behind him Rollo walked calmly down the steps and out the door. He had placed the call and left a key beneath the mat along with instructions on what the woman could and couldn't touch. He had used her services before and knew that she was no stranger on how his flat should be cleaned but Rollo never believed in not being cautious about such things. He would head for the park now before he began his self destruction for the day. He hadn't enjoyed nature in the longest time and now was the time.
Rollo wasn't to sure what possessed him to dress as he did that day. It was warm enough for him that he had but on a button down shirt in an attempt to dress like a normal human being and also to scare anyone off at the bar with his scars. Today he didn't want to talk he wanted to destroy his body and pass out at the bar. That was his plan and he was sticking to it. Entering the park he quickly picked out a bench and sat basking in the sun. It felt good to sit there with most of his body exposed and soak in the sun. It was something he hadn't done in quite some time and he missed it sorely. Looking over his shoulder he noticed a woman though in the distance with a camera. Rollo panicked and without thinking much he half yelled half spoke.
"Excuse me could you please not take any pictures it would be much appreciated. I'm sorry but my photo isn't something I want floating around it's a personal thing I guess."
He felt awkward and exposed now. Rollo had felt naked just moments before but this was in an enjoyable manner this now was quite the opposite of that. Blushing furiously he buttoned the shirt to hide his scars and then spoke once more.
"I'm sorry but it's just this thing I have. I'm no one important no need to take my picture anyway."
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Shay M. Loire
Witch
Photographer
Killing time and two birds.[on:Eyes open.][of:Eyes closed.]
Posts: 499
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Post by Shay M. Loire on Dec 24, 2008 2:43:41 GMT -5
The deep colors of nature caused Shay to arrange and rearrange her camera in order to get the settings right. If she did this right she could have made this the right picture with the right intention: a stranger with no overworked thoughts or expressions, only the pleasure of seeing the sun. She wasn't sure if the subject in front of her was exactly the person she had in mind, yet she certainly played it out in her mind as she took cautious steps closer to the subject, ready to capture what he had to give her.
Closer to the subject, she could see with a little more clarity that it was a blond male. It was instant intrigue after that because she was now curious to see how much sunlight could penetrate his hair. However, before she could even make further adjustments, she had looked up to see him already protest her photographing.
Shay groaned inwardly, knowing very well what it meant when someone didn't liked their photo taken. It was time for quick persuasion, all in the hopes that she could get this shot down before the sun was too high up to do the very early morning shots. Still, the fascination to explore the strands of this stranger's hair did not falter.... she would have to either give up her curiosity, or continue to convince him that it would be over and it would be harmless.
She had her finger set to turn off the camera, when she heard the second bit come out of this stranger's mouth. Shay stood up from her kneeling position, and looked around before she took a few steps closer to him. "I disagree! If you are in a photo, you are there for an important purpose." The photographer put a hand on her hip, feeling empowered by her own doctrine. "So by transitive property... that makes you important, too!" She smiled a little with the hint of trademark goofiness, unable to contain herself and her slight Mexican accent. If she ever had a chance to talk about what she believed in when it came to photography, she was going to willingly accept the invitation.
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Rollo Winner
Ministry of Magic
Dragon Research and Restraint Control of Magical Creatures
The scene ends badly as you can imagine in a cavalcade of anger and fear.[on:In Plain View][of:All]
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Post by Rollo Winner on Dec 24, 2008 3:35:07 GMT -5
Rollo sat for a minute hoping that this would be the end of that. That she would take his apology and take her camera elsewhere to photography someone who would relish in that moment. Who would enjoy knowing they had been of use to someone. That or she would find someone, who like him for a few brief moments, was unaware and she'd catch them in their natural beauty and simplicity. This person was not Rollo though and he was about to settle in when the woman began to speak to him and rapidly.
She did have a point Rollo would have to give her that much but at this point he was pretty sure nothing could make him important no matter what it was. Sighing deeply an idea came to him and he figured that she would be unable to complete the deal so he mine as well put it forth. He knew it was vain but Rollo needed it or felt that he did for some strange reason. If she could do it he knew he'd be more then happy to oblige to her artistic needs seeing as he somewhat knew the feeling.
"I'll let you take the photo on one condition. I get a copy. Here's the thing though your copy you can do with whatever you like but mine which you can give to me in person or send it to me either way it makes no difference. Just as long as when I receive it in the picture you've made these disappear."
He held up his arms showing the visible scars. Rollo had no idea whether she'd be able to make it happen but didn't care because if she could it was worth it. Regardless of the outcome he knew this was a win win situation for him. Was it so wrong to want this? Rollo had no idea but knew that for once, just once, he would indulge in some of his vainest needs. He would send the picture to his mother after painting it, just as Rollo did she missed his old body also.
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Shay M. Loire
Witch
Photographer
Killing time and two birds.[on:Eyes open.][of:Eyes closed.]
Posts: 499
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Post by Shay M. Loire on Dec 24, 2008 9:57:19 GMT -5
As soon as he sighed, Shay felt as though she had won a battle. It wasn't even 8:30 and she was already having a good day. Her smiled grew wider and she nodded at his request for a copy. That was fair and simple enough, right? It was better than having no photo or worse-- having to pay the man. But his bargain pleased her very much, because it was very much like giving out a calling card for her services. The sooner she could spread her name, the sooner she could get a good reputation, and the sooner she could get quit being a photographer for the Daily Prophet. Of course, "the sooner" translated into at least five years, but she wanted to keep herself optimistic about it.
Yet again her fingers had been poised at the right buttons and switches when he told her that he wanted his scars erased from the picture. At first sight of his arms, she had been a little speechless, however could move closer when he showed her the scars. She had been too far to see them until then, and once she let the new information sink in, she wanted to know more. "Wow... how did those happen?" She had asked curiously, taking a liking to it already. It would put a new spin on the photo if they were subtly shown. Shay no longer wanted to take his picture from the back, but rather in the front, where she could really see the scars that bulged from his skin.
She walked around the bench so that she was in front of him now, looking at him face to face. He didn't seem too concerned about the subject, although it could still prove to be sensitive. It all depended on his response. Either way, she would still photograph him and her copy would keep those scars intact.
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Rollo Winner
Ministry of Magic
Dragon Research and Restraint Control of Magical Creatures
The scene ends badly as you can imagine in a cavalcade of anger and fear.[on:In Plain View][of:All]
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Post by Rollo Winner on Dec 24, 2008 13:51:40 GMT -5
Rollo had to admit that he was a tad bit shocked that she could in fact remove the scars from his body but at the same time was somewhat overjoyed. Realizing he couldn't simply just give up the only picture of him without the accursed things he might ask for a second. For a moment though Rollo regretted bring it up at all seeing as she was quite interested now in knowing how he had gotten them. He didn't exactly relish telling the story but knew that it was best if he just bit the bullet and told her anyway. For what he was demanding of her Rollo knew that he should probably at least attempt to be nice on some level to the girl. Did he even owe her that though? After all he was doing her a favor by letting her take the picture. Sighing Rollo decided to ask for the second picture before answering any questions.
"Actually could you make that two I'm sorry if it's any trouble."
Why was he apologizing? Knowing that he was hopeless Rollo decided to just not even explore that thought. Formulating what he would tell her about the scars Rollo brought together what he could think was the best answer he could give the girl. It had to be brief and lack a lot of detail seeing as the ministry had never in fact told him what exactly he could say about the work he had been doing in his previous department. Rollo checked himself on that thought and realized they probably had but he probably hadn't been paying attention to what they were saying or whatever he was signing. God knows what he had signed away to that place through all the paperwork he had been doing. Sighing Rollo decided to give the woman the most detailed but non detailed version he could.
"Working. Werewolves aren't the friendliest beasts on a full moon especially when you're trying not to harm them to the best of your ability. All werewolf scars otherwise they would have probably healed much better."
It was the truth about all magical wounds but Rollo highly doubted that any could be as painful as the wounds created by werewolves. Although finding out if they weren't wasn't exactly on his list of things to do at the moment and he didn't see it being on it anywhere in the near future. Rollo brushed this all aside though. He would let her take his picture and then she would be on her way. Leaning pack he stretched out as he had before letting the sun take him in. Rollo now ignored her presence completely and just let the sun bath him as if it would heal him of all his wounds. His arms resting across the back of the bench he made sure that they to got all the attention that the lovely light could give them. It made him feel clean and pure and next to Luce, the girl who he had bumped into just days before, nothing else really gave him this feeling. The feeling that made him not mind the scars, the feeling that gave him a shred of self confidence, and the feeling that made him not care about the world and the others he had to deal with. Could he really ask for anything more? Rollo doubted this and hoped the woman had taken his picture by now so she could get what she wanted. Rollo didn't have any arty polaroids or even snapshots his mother took laying around so this picture would be the only one in his flat. With no scars on his body it would give him the same clean and pure feeling he had now or at least that is what he was hoping for.
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Shay M. Loire
Witch
Photographer
Killing time and two birds.[on:Eyes open.][of:Eyes closed.]
Posts: 499
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Post by Shay M. Loire on Dec 25, 2008 10:59:39 GMT -5
"Two copies, blemish-free-- you'll get just that," She nodded rapidly, happy to oblige even though he hadn't discussed it just yet. "But for two, you have to spread my name around... I need the business..." Nowadays it wasn't that hard to change up magical photos. Sneakier photographers with more expertise could manipulate the moves of the figures in the photographs, but Shay wasn't interested in that. She liked them to be as organic as can be.
At first it didn't seem like he was going to tell her, but at last he gave her an explanation that almost bordered hypothetical, but she didn't push it, mostly because she didn't have a good response to it. "Amazing... well, I guess werewolves are tricky." After saying just that, though, she felt foolish for saying just that. But she had no experience whatsoever with dealing with werewolves. She would empathize if she could.
In an attempt to avoid saying anything else stupid, she lifted her camera to her face again, and backed up and went to the corner to avoid having her shadow shown in the shot. The water of the lake gently lapped at the edges, but she had enough space to avoid falling over. She fiddled with the settings a bit more before she could decide what would show up better and with what angle she would favor. Through her lens she looked at the nameless man, who took on the role of a early riser enjoying the morning quite well. She felt very content with the pose and the scene, very much so that she was ready to take shot after shot, moving fluidly from one angle to another as she pleased.
Finally after ten shots of him at different angles and zooms, she let her camera hang on her neck and smiled. "Thank you very much, sir." She stood up from kneeling position and moved up to him on the bench with a hand sticking out. "By the way, my name is Shay Loire."
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Rollo Winner
Ministry of Magic
Dragon Research and Restraint Control of Magical Creatures
The scene ends badly as you can imagine in a cavalcade of anger and fear.[on:In Plain View][of:All]
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Post by Rollo Winner on Dec 26, 2008 0:54:59 GMT -5
Rollo liked how she used that word. Blemish. Instead of scar or mark it was as if it was something that he could cover up with a little body make up in the morning. As much as he hated to admit it he had in fact tried to do just that. With tattoos though and the fact that the makeup just didn't cover it well enough it had been a failed attempt. He almost chuckled at her comment about spreading her name around. The woman obviously didn't know who she was dealing with here. Rollo Winner didn't have friends and for that matter no one talked to him about such things as photography. Rollo knew that if the subject was brought up he would be more then welcome to mention her name.
"Thank you. I'll do my best to oblige you in that matter."
She began taking pictures though and Rollo couldn't help but feel odd. Sure there had been baby pictures and many things like that when he was young there hadn't been since. He couldn't remember the feeling and now all he felt was awkwardness. The overall experience for him was just odd and now he almost regretted it. Stopping himself though Rollo knew why he was doing this. He needed this because hopefully it would make him feel pure again. Like a regular human being instead of someone who was wasting away. She finished though and Rollo thought now that she would leave but then realized she needed his contact information to get him the pictures. He could deal with this. Just a little bit of friendly conversation but the of course this was also something that he was just not used to at all.
"Pleasure to meet you I'm Rollo, Rollo Winner."
There it was done and simple. If she wanted conversation she'd have to conjure something up because he didn't have the slightest idea what to say next. It wasn't in him to be conversationalist but if this Shay woman wanted to talk Rollo felt that he could at least do her the courteous of talking back. After all hopefully she was doing something for him that would make him feel and believe that he wasn't totally damaged on the outside. The inside....well much couldn't be done about that.
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Shay M. Loire
Witch
Photographer
Killing time and two birds.[on:Eyes open.][of:Eyes closed.]
Posts: 499
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Post by Shay M. Loire on Jan 1, 2009 22:20:57 GMT -5
"Well, Mr. Winner," Shay started, surprised by the sound of his name outloud, but didn't try to let on too much surprise so that she could be a bit more professional about it. Honestly, it wasn't much too out of the ordinary, but it was certainly a little more interesting. It definitely beat her surname, which was a river that runs through France. She could already imagine the caption underneath the photo...
"I won't take too long to get this processed and ready. Depending on your preferences, I could give it to you personally or you could come to Prophet headquarters some day." She had already gotten to put the cap on her lens, yet she let the camera still hang on her neck. It would soon be time to head to work, and quite frankly she was excited to get her rolls processed in her downtime.
"I'd owl it, but those creatures tend to damage photographs," she added, making a bit of a frown to that comment. Many times she could see the talon marks on her photographs, and feel that they were damaged. Unless it was a destination far and important, she never invested in getting ultra-protective packaging. And since this was a complimentary job, she wasn't going to spend anymore than what she needed to get around the city.
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Rollo Winner
Ministry of Magic
Dragon Research and Restraint Control of Magical Creatures
The scene ends badly as you can imagine in a cavalcade of anger and fear.[on:In Plain View][of:All]
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Post by Rollo Winner on Jan 2, 2009 15:09:29 GMT -5
Rollo turned over the possibilities in his head on which to do. He could of course make the trip to The Daily Prophet but god forbid he see one of his father's friends. Taking out a pencil he quickly scribbled out his office and home address. Folding it in half Rollo extended his hand out for her to take the small piece of paper. He knew it was odd he carried such things with him but later tonight Rollo knew he'd probably be sketching out something on a bar napkin. He'd stumble home and fall into his room beginning to paint whatever he had drawn hours earlier. It was his life though and Rollo couldn't help but start to despise the schedule he was putting himself on. It was far too predictable for his liking but then again his Ministry work provided some spontaneity.
"That's my home and work address. Owl me with where I should meet you with the photos. I'd prefer to avoid your headquarters though."
Rollo thought of what he just said and how it must have sounded. Checking himself he gave a her a hopeless grin and explained himself.
"The headquarters is nothing personal it's just that my father has a few friends who work there and I would care to avoid them at all costs. Running into any of them isn't on my to do list. Also if you finish them tonight and want to give them to you your best bet is The Cauldron I'll be there till about two probably."
He knew how the last bit sounded and he really didn't care. Rollo had his own personal flaws and knew that so why try to hide them. At least he was honest. Sighing he gazed out into the lake and absorbed the morning or what was left of it at least. Rollo just hoped by the end of tonight he'd be able to remember what he had seen here.
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Shay M. Loire
Witch
Photographer
Killing time and two birds.[on:Eyes open.][of:Eyes closed.]
Posts: 499
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Post by Shay M. Loire on Jan 3, 2009 23:18:35 GMT -5
Before she put the camera away in its bag, she checked to see the amount of exposures she had left. Surprised to see three left, she made a quick resolution to use them up spontaneously on the way to the Prophet. That meant no set up, and no elaborations. She had been sure before that she was done with the roll, but when it came to finishing up exposures she had no time to think about, she was enthusiastic to do something random with them. Most of the time they didn't come out satisfactory, but there always had to be a little chance that one of them would look great. It was pure trial and error.
She took the piece of paper that he had written down and examined what he had written. It didn't seem like much of a stretch, and it certainly made sense to see him around here if he was Ministry personnel. Still, she was sure she could square away his copies by that night, so as she heard him talk about the Cauldron, she figured that was the right time to give it to him. That, and also she hadn't been there in a long time.
"I think the Cauldron sounds good," Shay told Rollo, looking to the sky as if it had her agenda scribbled on the heavens. "Well I get off of work at 7:30, and I'll probably take an hour to polish it all up... so can I trust to see your face at nine?"
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Rollo Winner
Ministry of Magic
Dragon Research and Restraint Control of Magical Creatures
The scene ends badly as you can imagine in a cavalcade of anger and fear.[on:In Plain View][of:All]
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Post by Rollo Winner on Jan 4, 2009 16:47:15 GMT -5
Rollo chuckled at what she had said. Had he been feeling like making himself sound like a drunk he would have replied that it would be more like the back of his head because his face would be pressed to the bar but decided against saying such a thing. Hopefully by nine he wouldn't be too far gone right? Well maybe he would but Rollo was banking on the photos sobering him up quite a bit. With a nod Rollo spoke softly.
"I'll be there no need to worry."
No need to worry was right by the time she got there Rollo would be full of piss and if she wanted a conversation she could have it then. Right now though Rollo was far to intent on just enjoying what was left of the morning. Sighing he traced his fingers on the bench's woodwork.
"Well I'd hate to keep you feel free to go if you need to get to work."
Rollo wasn't trying to force her away but didn't want to make her late. He'd feel responsible although most everything that went wrong in anyone life that he spoke to he blamed on himself. Why was beyond him but Rollo chalked it up to it just being his own bad luck. Shaking his head he stared out on the lake wishing that he could go for a swim but knowing that this would most likely be frowned upon by the park officials. Staring into the sun Rollo waited for the time to come where he would head to the bar.
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Shay M. Loire
Witch
Photographer
Killing time and two birds.[on:Eyes open.][of:Eyes closed.]
Posts: 499
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Post by Shay M. Loire on Jan 4, 2009 18:52:57 GMT -5
Shay honestly couldn't have figured out why he chuckled at that point. If it had to do with his drinking tendencies, then it was over her head for the moment. She wasn't dumb, but often she took her time to realize things. And with the excitement of having something of a client, she would be oblivious about it until she would see him face to face that night. Still, with the foreshadowing laughter, she could only muster a smile to go along with any light-heartedness he had going.
It was only eight o'clock, but she nodded sincerely when he hinted at the end of their present affair. It certainly was time to get to work, however, not immediately with Prophet work but rather her personal work. "Okay... Thanks, Mr. Winner. I'll see you tonight." She waved at him and hiked her way back to the entrance, where she would make it to the end of the block, wasting the last three exposures before she apparated to work.
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