30th of Tria, 81381 Trash. Trash. Keep. Trash. Reverse flicked through the shots sheÂ’d taken over the course of the morning, finger poised over the button as the digital screen showed her thumbnail images of her handiwork. She deleted the majority of them, mostly multiples or blurred pictures, reveling in the ease. The thill was glad sheÂ’d chosen to bring her digital camera, rather than her large, clunky standard one. While the latter took lovely shots, and was hands down her favorite, it wasnÂ’t until she got home and developed the film that she could spot errors. When your subject matter didnÂ’t want to hang around for reshoots, it was nice to be able to take as many shots as needed at the time. Said subject matter was, at least for the day, whoever caught ReverseÂ’s eye. She paused over one photo; a snapshot of an arden with an impressive rainbow died into his dreaded hair and more metal in his face than you could shake a stick at, and grinned. The area she was in was one favored by youth such as the arden, due to the variety of trendy boutiques and salons catering to those with stranger tastes. With a suitable array of open-air eating establishments to bum around in, it was prime people watching territory. Relaxing in her chair, an iced coffee slowly melting at her elbow in the sun, she was perfectly content to sit back, ready her camera, and wait for the next interesting face to wander into her sights. <span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>[[ooc; Hope this is okay ]]</span>
ooc. Silly Silith - it's perfect. ic. "Listen, Jude." “Sari, please – I’m begging you." “Listen. I love you, but – “ “But you fucking slept with him, Sari!" Without warning, she had found herself face-to-face with the other girl, hands pressed against the wall, arms stretched to either side of the other, body arced away from the luoko. The memory throbbed like a dam threatening to break in the back of her head. She regretted those words, now that Sari was dead. Jude took a long sip from her coffee, her cigarette held loosely between her cream-colored index and middle fingers. She flicked off the growing ash before setting down the recycled cardboard cup and raising the cylinder back up to her lips; her studded tongue slipped out of her mouth to grab a stray drop of the brown liquid, and she brushed away a few fluttering strands of tri-colored hair. Juju was off work today, and she was currently wearing, rather then her bleach-white labcoat, a black Parallax t-shirt and tight gray jeans. Her hair was held back loosely in a messy bun, the striped tresses spraying out in a fan at the back – a bright contrast to the copper of her ears and face, and to the silver and steel that adorned her ears and the outside of her black ribbon-laced arms. She just stared at the ground, waiting, wondering. Cursing herself.
Reverse leaned back farther in her chair, until she had it tipped back, balancing precariously on the hind legs, bracing her foot on the table to keep herself from falling over completely. She had her camera up now, one elbow braced on her leg to stead herself, and her focus had turned to a brightly colored pair making their way down the street; one, a tangerine-hued thill with a shock of violently purple hair, and an arden of exactly the opposite coloration. One slim purple digit snapped down onto the button of the camera. Once, twice, three times… Then the two parted ways, ruining the shot, and her chances. Pouting a little, ‘Verse was about to lower the camera from her face and turn her attention back to her drink, when another thill wandered into her viewfinder. She wasn’t dressed outrageously, or sporting a base fur color to get all worked up about, but her hair was dyed an attractive combination of colors, stripped with purple and yellow, and Rev’s attention was immediately turned on her. Adjusting the zoom so she was in focus, the photographer let her chair fall forward, propped her arms on the table, and started snapping every time she had a clear shot. At one point one of the staff members from the café came up and inquired as to whether or not she wanted a refill. Trying, and failing to get her attention, the employee settled for giving the violet lukuo a strange look before wandering off. It wasn't that 'Verse was ignoring the other 'dragon, but once she'd settled on a subject all her focus was directed toward it and nothing else. Later she'd regret zoning out, when she turned back to her cup and found a half-inch of melted slush awaiting her, but for the moment all that mattered was the stranger she'd deemed 'interesting.'
ooc. ahhhhh. short. ic. Jude winced slightly at the flash that bleached her electric-blue irises, and dragging a finger along the entirety of the corset piercings that ran down her arms, turned to the photographer who'd just pixelated her image in a billion atoms of color. The cafe member who'd been making rounds was beautiful, and Jude had every intention of coming back later, dragging her closer, and eventually fucking her. The copper-coated thill could look pretty when she wanted to, and with thick rings of kohl around her eyes, her eyes seemed to burn like lighting-spawned embers. "Hey," she said, running a hand through her tri-tinctured hair. Lifting the red straw to her lips that connected the drink to her mouth, she took a long sip before dragging a lungful of smoke from her cigarette, the haze floating around her head in great silvery-white whorls. The violently purple photographer was outrageously beautiful, Jude thought, and she cleared her throat before speaking again. "You're a photographer?" she inquired, her eyes scanning over the other thill with military precision. SYSTEMS ACTIVATED. The gears in her head turned.
“<span style='color:#CD00CD'>Yup.</span>" ‘Verse replied cheerfully, completely unfazed that she’d been caught snapping pictures. It happened all the time, actually; the thill was never very subtle about what she was doing with her camera, although luckily she only occasionally ran into folks who didn’t appreciate her taking their pictures without asking. Realising that she may in fact have offended the other thill, and suddenly feeling just a little bit sheepish, she shifted in her chair. Holding the camera in both hands, it was always her safety blanket in these types of situations, she offered a slightly bashful grin. “<span style='color:#CD00CD'>I’m not gonna use them for anything. S’just a hobby, y’know?</span>" she explained. “<span style='color:#CD00CD'>You don’t mind, do you?</span>" Reverse asked, raising her camera just a bit to get her point across. “<span style='color:#CD00CD'>I can delete ‘em if you want, but I got some really good shots and it’d be kind of a shame to trash ‘em.</span>" She didn’t quite manage to sound apologetic, but Rev’ did manage some sincerity, although it was more toward the thought of having to get rid of, what she thought, were very nice pictures. As if to prove her point,she pushed a few spikes of acid green out of her face, flicked a couple buttons to bring up the display, then turned the camera around and held it out. “<span style='color:#CD00CD'>See? You look really pretty in this one.</span>"
<center><table width=398 bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding=5 cellspacing=0 style="border:1px solid #99FF33;"><tr><td background="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r9/shrapnelserpent/reqtable2.jpg" height=100></td></tr><tr><td><div align=justify><fon, t color=white style="font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; line-height:10.5px;"><font color= "#99FF33"><div align=left><font color= "#CCFF66">[ooc.]you know you got the cure you know he went astray </font></div> ahhhh. sorry this took so long. <div align=left><font color= "#CCFF66">[ic.]you used to stay awake to drive the dreams she had away </font></div> Craning her neck intently, Jude traced Reverse's features worshipfully with electric-blue eyes; so this was perfection, fire and flare and so much... life. She felt sluggish, slowed in comparison. She remained obsolete. So dulled, so jaded. When next she moved closer to show her the picture, painted in strong, feminine lines that would make any sane girl weak at the knees and aflutter in the heart, Jude stared. And she looked and looked, and marveled at what she saw... Â…sunlight ricocheted off of her hair, sparking the embers of the sun-tinctured eyes. The light danced amongst the enchanting pools of yellow, and the wind cried out... <font color= "#CCFF66">"No, no - it's okay. I look..."</font> she murmured wondrously. <font color= "#CCFF66">"Pretty."</font> <br ></div></td></tr></table><center>
