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Post by Scatty Carabeth on Nov 2, 2008 10:12:00 GMT -5
Scatty got up from her curled position in the leather armchair. The smell of old, new, and dusty books greeted her as she neared the book case, sliding the heavy book she was reading away with a small thump. Time to get out in the world. It was twilight, the peaceful time in between afternoon and evening. As an individual, she didn't have many friends. Actually she didn't have any friends, which equaled, no plans. She didn't mind. Letting her almost-waist-length hair out of its bun, she donned on a black sweat shirt and trudged upstairs. She passed the kitchen, her pale bare feet making hardly a noise. But still, her mother heard her close the door to the basement and looked up, her own chestnut curls bouncing as she looked up, her tanned face slightly puckered from thought. I wish you wore something suitable when you went out with your little friends, dear, that black sweater must be so drab to them. Her own designer top and pants, silk by the looks of the shirt, were perfect and and in style.
Scatty rolled her emerald eyes, turning away from her mother. Her little friends. Ha! She didn't have any 'little friends'. Slipping through the marble foyer, padding silently. Not bothering with any shoes she slipped outside, tucking her long hair into the dark hood. Going down to the beach at this time was rare for Scatty. Usually she might sit in her room composing dark songs, or sit in the small study in the basement reading or writing. That wasn't the real Scatty though. She was a quiet girl, and shy. Passing a house, she heard the loud noises of a party, people jumping in a pool, or falling, and the sounds of cans opening. She sighed.
She had never wanted to be part of the whole popular crowd, but she had always longed for a friend. Always. Her mother suggested making friend with one of the Royals, but she always scoffed and turned away. Like any Royal, even a drunken Royal with brain damage would never accept her. Dark and strange, no one had like Scotia Marie Carabeth. She was an outcast. A reject. An Individual. Finally passing through the rich neighborhood, she walked along the middle of the street, calmly. Cars honked, people shouted but still she kept on walking. People shouted from the shadows, and though they thought she couldn't see them, years of studying in the dark had trained her eyes. She saw them almost clearly. Two men, probably drunk. Yeah.
Reaching the beach was a relief. The calming sounds of the ocean greeted her, washing over her with warmth she rarely felt. Like the friend she never had. Walking across the white sand, she moved away from a couple making out. Coming to her favorite spot, rocks a little ways away from the sand, in the water. Sitting on the biggest one, she wrapped her thin arms around her legs. Closing her eyes, she listened to the natural music of the ocean, the seagulls and the quiet splashes of fish, perfectly synced, to make a song, it seemed, only she could understand. The twilight was peaceful, a place she could be herself, escape from herself. Be herself for herself.
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Post by Lyon Brass on Nov 3, 2008 8:23:30 GMT -5
Lyon had never got used to be able to go to the beach everyday, back home it was almost to cold to ever go at all. Needless to say although strange to him he would often wander down to the beach. Today he had brought his camera it hung neatly round his neck gently thudding on his chest with every step.
He looked out at the water, the way the sun glistend on it was so charming. Slowly he crouched down and lifted the heavy camera to his eye. A moment was spent adjusting the lens and then it started. Snap snap snap. To anyone else these pictures were identical but Lyon could see the slight diffrences in the angle. Standing up straight again, camera swinging from his neck.
Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a battered box of cigarettes. Pulling one out he placed it between his lips and turned his body away from the slight brezze so he could light it. Thats when he seen a girl sitting on the rocks. It would make a beautiful photograph. Lighting the cigarette he took a quick draw before removing it. "Excuse me" he called out to the girl. |
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Post by Scatty Carabeth on Nov 5, 2008 17:44:27 GMT -5
Scatty was listening to the waves. They had a very calming effect on her serious disposition.
Excuse me? Scatty's head snapped up. Eyes flickering across the dark beach. She saw a light. a cigarette butt. Glancing at the face, she saw a tall, some what muscular, dark haired looking at her. bitting her lip she replied,
um.. yes? she voice was soft, like a fairy dance, but loud enough that he could hear her.
He had a camera. She was immediately suspicious. as an outcast she was used to embarrassment, but she really didn't want her face in the school newspaper. she could imagine next month's head line, "Carabeth, dancing in the moonlight?' she hated attention from annoying people at school. it never was good attention.
She eyed him warily, wondering why someone wanted tot talk to her. Her emerald eyes showed alot of things that were held in. Misunderstanding, sadness, happiness she never knew, and people's dislike. Bitting her lip she glanced around. Tucking her dark red hair behind her ear. She turned her face fully to him. Cocking her head, she waited for an answer, wondering greatly what he wanted to ask her.
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Post by Lyon Brass on Nov 5, 2008 18:03:32 GMT -5
He noticed that her response was a bit timid so when he replied he lowerd his voice abit. His Scottish accent sounding so much softer. "Sorry to bother you... I'm Lyon I'm a photographer, well trying to be. I seen you sitting there and it was a perfect image..." He started trying to put her at ease. "I was wondering if you wouldn't mind me taking a few pictures, you don't have to say yes, and if you do you can see them and if you don't like them i'll delete them straight away. He said all on one breath.
He sucked hard on the stick of nicotine between his lips as he waited for her answer. Lyon hoped that he hadn't come across creepy or seedy. Exhaling a puff of smoke raised around him as he shifted from one foot to the other hoping he hadn't made this young woman uncomfortable |
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Post by Scatty Carabeth on Nov 5, 2008 19:32:46 GMT -5
she raised her eyebrows. no one had ever talked to her like that. a perfect image? in reality, scatty was flattered. she had never been paid a compliment. um.. well.. i guess..what do you want me to do? she asked completely embarrassed. if she ever saw him again, she wasn't sure what she would do. hide most likely. she was a coward, she knew. Her pallor was no longer pale, more of a pink, though no one could see it in the darkness.
Glancing at the purple sky, with only a hint of light blue at the edges of the ocean, she squinted trying to take a mental picture. Got it. She would remember the sunset for later, while in her study. Maybe a song. Then she came back to the matters at hand. Lyon with his camera.
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Post by Lyon Brass on Nov 5, 2008 19:53:07 GMT -5
She said yes. A smile crept across his lips and his eyes glinted in appreciation. "OK now i know this may be hard with me standing here pointing a camera at you but just relax and sit as you were. He explained now in his usual soft voice. "It's just gonna take me a second to get my camera sorted, lenses and stuff so feel free to just do whatever you want." He added.
Setting his rucksack down in the sand he took one last puff from his cigarette before discarding it casually into the water. Lyon knelt down next to the bag that contained many lenses, filters, flashes and all sorts of photography bits and bobs. He began his almost ritual like practice of picking out a lens, holding it in front of the camera which he in turn held to the sky, twisted the lens about a bit before putting it carefully back in its place and choosing an other to repeat to process with |
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Post by Scatty Carabeth on Nov 6, 2008 14:26:44 GMT -5
It wasn't hard to block out unusual thoughts and sights. Scatty did it all the time. Returning to her position, she stared out into space, something she did alot. Her cold, slender fingers cupped her thin face as she tried to finish the song. more b minor? her long red hair fell into place across her face. no.. more b major.. maybe.. other thoughts entered her head, distracting her. It wasn't like scatty to get off topic, normally she could think about one topic forever iif she had enough logic on the subject, but this time she thought of a nursery rhyme.
She sang it almost silently under her breath.
Two little princesses dancing in a row
Spinning fast and freely on their little toes
Where the night will take you
There's only one way to know
Two little princesses dancing in a row
[/i] pursing her lips she thought about the movie she had heard it from. Well acctually, she hadn't seen it, her mom was a movie nut. There was other verses that aren't the same, but she didn't think about those. The poem/song had a nice rythem. maybe she could do something similar. not the same though, similar. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Lyon Brass on Nov 6, 2008 14:37:03 GMT -5
Finally the lens he was looking for was in his hand, he clicked it into place on the front of the camera and without telling her began to frame the scene in his mind. He had decided against telling her when he was about to press the button and capture the moment. He wanted it to feel candid almost as if he had just stumbled upon this beautiful sight, which in a way he had. Lyon however felt uncomfortable taking her picture without her consent thus told her before hand.
He lifted the heavt DSLR to his eye and spent the next few moments moving his body around. Standing on tip-toe, crouching down, leaning a little to the left and eventually what he seen through the veiw finder was perfect. Click Click Click. Move a little to the right. Click Click Click. He was positive he had a nice image now.
He decided he would look at them for the first time with his subject. "All done, want to see?" He said softly letting the wind carry his voice to her as he himself began to move closer to her. He was a little bit away so the walk over would be about a minute long. He wasn't in the mood to rush. |
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Post by Scatty Carabeth on Nov 7, 2008 10:05:24 GMT -5
Coming out of her reverie, she looked up. He was walking towards her now, holding the camera. Clearing her head, she stood, jumping down from the rock. Her frail arms hung at her sides awkwardly. Biting her lip she stood staring at him as he came closer, she was unsure if she should be excited or not.
After a moment, when he was finally standing in front of her she peered at the camera. Her intake of breath astounded her. She was never surprised. But some how he had managed to take a picture of her, but not the usual person profile way. This one was breath taking. it took a few moments of staring at it for Scatty to realise thats not me..is it?
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Post by Lyon Brass on Nov 7, 2008 10:16:16 GMT -5
He was a bit taller than her so when he stood next to her holding the camera out in front of them he had to tilt his head down a little. This was one of the best pictures he had taken. Silently he studied her reaction, silently hopeing she would like it. "So what do you think?" He ventured with a smile on his face, his voice soft with a joyful edge. He was sure she would like it he really was. "If you like it i can make you some copies if you want... and if you don't like it i'll press the delete button right here."
Lyon would delete it if she wasn't happy with it even if the thought of doing so saddend him a great deal. |
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Post by Scatty Carabeth on Nov 16, 2008 21:26:59 GMT -5
cocking her head Scatty looked down at the small digital screen. It really was a rather pretty picture... No no.. its ok you can keep it on there. she mumbled. self consciously, she fingered a small, golden, ovular locket. She was unsure how to act around guys, having lived her life at all girl's academies all around Europe. Bitting her lip, she wondered what she was supposed to say.
Scatty had always been alone.. almost.. in her own little world. Most ignored her, and the ones who did look at her, their attention was fleeting. She was an outcast.. an individual... she sighed a silent, sad sigh.
Notes: sorry about not replying fast enough..i would get kicked off my own lap top everytime i tried! lol
notes: sorry about how short it was too
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