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Post by reese on Jan 16, 2011 8:41:02 GMT -10
  Reese needed some time away from the school. He loved his classes and was very much enjoying his roomie, but he needed a small break from the place. He got dressed, deciding to be a little more dramatic than usual by wearing taller black boots. He tossed his red plaid shirt over his gray tee, grabbed his phone and his camera equipment and walked out of the room. His roomie had already left, so the blue-eyed boy just left a note explaining that he went out and would be back later. He realized he hadn’t brushed his hair when he got outside, but figured he could deal with the messy look for the day. It fit him sometimes, so why bother changing it?
He happily made his way to the beach. He wanted to get some shots of the scenery for an art project. He needed to work with different compositions, figure out which one looked the best in digital. He entered the beach, finding a good quiet spot to sit and observe. He hummed under his breath as he set up the small tripod he’d managed to bring with him, making sure it was level and steady before placing the camera on top. He focused the lens, centering on a random object just so he could make sure all the levels in the camera were where he wanted them to be.
Reese moved the camera around slightly, snapping shots of a few objects. A group of laughing kids, a squirrel and… feet? He raised his eyebrows, looking up and towards that shot. He didn’t notice that someone had even come near him, and chuckled at his lack of observation. He stood up, giving a small smile at the person. “Sorry about that. I seemed to have taken a lovely picture of your shoes.” He chuckled, rubbing a hand through his dark hair. What he lacked in observation, he made up for in charm. He didn’t like feeling awkward, and he never liked to make anyone else feel awkward around him either.
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Post by zaryn kate oliver on Feb 10, 2011 6:19:04 GMT -10
the beach. why did she always end up wearing cowboy boots at the beach? it wasn't like she planned it, thought zaryn kate oliver crossly, frowning slightly out at the sandy expanse before her. she never had an idea of where to go when she got dressed in the mornings -- and then she always seemed to show up at the beach. because zee loved the beach.
especially the beach by bouscher academy of the arts. because not only was it warm most times of the year, unlike the beach back home, but it was away from her mother. which could only be a good thing, see, being this far away from her. zaryn felt her lips tugging up at the corners at the thought of her mother being so far away. that was possibly the best thing about going to bouscher. sure, it was good for her already-planned career, for improving her music, and the rest of that sort of things. but the best part was that it helped her relax. an entire year of being away from home. she'd go back to victoria each summer and by the time she wanted to slit mom's throat in her sleep again, it would be time to leave. it was a perfect cycle. nobody would die.
the heels of her cowboy boots sank into the sand as she took a few quick steps out onto the beach. a laughing group of children were throwing a frisbee around, collapsing in the sand with amusement whenever someone accidentally threw it into the salty ocean waves. zaryn watched the littles with a soft smile on her lips -- a rare sight for anyone who knew her, because she wasn't exactly the happiest, most smiley person in the world.
reaching down, zee swiftly pulled off her boots and began to walk more easily along the beach. the sun-warmed sand squished between her toes, but it was the good kind of squishing -- not the kind that the damp sand down closer to the water made.
zaryn heard a snapping noise and looked up from her feet, stopping in her tracks with a startled expression in her blue eyes. a boy older than her was standing up, smiling apologetically. he was cute, she decided as she looked at him. black hair, blue eyes. "sorry about that," he said with a little chuckle. "i seem to have taken a lovely picture of your shoes."
a little confused, zee glanced down at her feet. "i'm not wearing shoes," she pointed out. "but as long as it's a good picture, whatever."
word count; four thirty two
wearing; click for epic beauty
muse; learn my lesson, daughtry
notes; if you're still here... :P
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Post by reese on Feb 13, 2011 10:56:30 GMT -10
Reese knew he needed to get out more. Usually he was holed up in his room at school. He didn’t have the best social life, which was surprising. He went out to parties, played on the varsity soccer team, and had a good group of friends that he hung out with. But lately, he’d been reduced to mostly a hermit. He had some friends from classes, but he didn’t make a ton of effort to get out and do things with his classmates. He guessed it was because he knew it was his last year of school. He was much more melancholy about everything. He wanted to make sure all his classes went the way he needed, and wanted them to be. It was tough.
So being out here on the beach, gave him the excuse to get out and have some time away from his room. Photography was really the only thing he was interested in. He loved being able to express himself through images. The only thing he never felt really comfortable with in photography courses was when they had a nudes section. He tried to avoid that at all costs. He raised his camera to his eye, clicking it to frame a Frisbee flying through the air. He checked his picture, knowing he was going to rub out some of the motion blurs. Not too bad. He took a few more, one leaving one kid’s hand, another aerial, and one landing. He’d love to set up a sequence in his portfolio about it.
Reese moved on to a new location so as to not get pegged as a creeper or anything. That was the last thing he needed right now. Not that the kids were paying any attention to him anyway. He made his way down the sand, snapping the whole time. He was debating making a collage of some of the pictures. To showcase all of them somehow. He’d get rid of the bad ones of course, and he was always critical of his work. Everything had to be perfect. it absorbed him completely. Which was one of the reasons he was a little embarrassed for accidentally snapping a shot of a stranger he had no idea was there. But fortunately, she seemed okay with it.
He glanced down as she said she wasn’t wearing shoes. “Oh.. heh, guess not. Well then, I took a lovely picture of your feet.” He smiled softly, lowering his camera to take an actual good look at the girl. Blonde hair, bright blue eyes.. not bad. Cute came to mind. She looked as though she was enjoying the sun and the beach as much as he was. Even though he hardly was dressed for the beach. Oh well. He extended a hand to introduce himself. “My name’s Reese. What’s yours?” The least he could do to make up for his accidental photo was to show her he wasn’t walking around trying to get pictures of people to stare at later.
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Post by zaryn kate oliver on Feb 15, 2011 16:54:00 GMT -10
"oh," he said, glancing down at her bare feet. a little self-consciously, zaryn dug her toes a little deeper into the sand until the soft, warm grains of snad hid most of her feet from view. "heh," he went on in a strange little half laugh, half something else she wasn't sure how to describe. "guess not. well, then, i took a lovely picture of your feet." he smiled, and she found herself smiling back.
he wasn't really dressed in a beach-like way, she thought as she looked back at him. dark black jeans that were sure to make his legs all toasty and uncomfortably warm, because dark colours attracted the sun, right? a grey t-shirt underneath a red plaid button-up shirt, and black boots of the like she'd never seen a guy on ehu island wear before. "well, good," she answered. "i'm glad my feet make for a good picture."
the guy held out one hand, still smiling. "my name's reese. what's yours?" reese. it suited him, thought zaryn as she shook his hand lightly, although it wasn't exactly what she'd pictured when she'd first seen him. she'd thought perhaps a jordan, or a kyle, or something like that. but reese seemed to fit the boy, too.
"i'm zaryn," she told him, feeling a little bit of colour come to her cheeks as she said it. blushing? really? she groaned inwardly. so totally beyond lame, it wasn't even funny. "so... do you go to bouscher?"
word count; a bunch
wearing; click for epic beauty
muse; undo it, carrie underwood
notes; la dee dah...
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Post by reese on Feb 22, 2011 7:38:49 GMT -10
Reese was happy to meet someone else around here with a sense of humor. Or someone that at least had the nerve to tell him off about something. He did feel a little ridiculous for saying shoes instead of feet. So much for being observant. It’s not like it was hard to see the difference between bare feet and shoes. He ran a hand through his shaggy hair, trying to think of the best way to cover up for his embarrassment. He wasn’t usually that dense when it came to observing. He supposed he was just too distracted by other things to realize it.
He smiled softly, listening to the girl talk. "well, good, i'm glad my feet make for a good picture." He chuckled softly. The picture actually hadn’t been that bad. The slight indent of the soles of her feet pressed into the sand, the light reflecting off the background. It really was a good picture. “I’d be happy to send you a copy if you’d like,” he said, grinning. He took her hand gently in his own as they shook, happy that she didn’t seem to think he was a bit too weird for his own good. Even though he sure as hell looked the part for that day.
Reese nodded as she gave him her name. Zaryn. That was definitely unique. “Cool name. Nice to find someone else around here that doesn’t have a completely generic name.” He loved his name, simply because of its uniqueness. He smiled, nodding at her next statement. “Yeah, I do actually. It’s my last year. If you couldn’t guess, I’m a photography major.” He chuckled, holding up his camera. “What major do you have there?” He couldn’t place her in one specific major. He would guess maybe dance or modeling, but he could be completely wrong. He never was the best on going off his gut feelings.
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Post by zaryn kate oliver on Feb 23, 2011 15:44:55 GMT -10
reese ran one hand through his dark hair, smiling in a way that could probably be described as almost embarrassed. why? was he really that embarrassed about the fact that he'd said shoes when she didn't have any on? it wasn't that big of a deal, was it? "i'd be happy to send you a copy, if you'd like," he told her.
she almost laughed, but held it in just in time. "uh, sure." it wasn't like she was going to tell him that she had no real need for a picture of her feet in the sand. besides, if it was a good picture, she could put it on facebook or something, and other people would agree with her -- right?
"cool name," he added, still smiling. "nice to find someone else around here that doesn't have a completely generic name." right. because reese was that unusual. although, now that zaryn thought about it, she hadn't met all that many reeses before. maybe one or two. "yeah, i do, actually. it's my last year. if you couldn't guess, i'm a photography major." laughing softly, the guy held up his camera, as if she hadn't been able to see it before. "what major do you have there?"
"music," she answered, running her fingers through her own blonde curls. "second year. i suck at taking pictures, so... yeah," she finished awkwardly, trying not to blush again. she blushed too much. someone had told her that, but she couldn't remember who. "so is that picture going to get marked or something?" she nodded at the camera in his hands.
word count; a bunch :P
wearing; click for epic beauty
muse; i can't remember the name, but it's by colbie caillat
notes; la dee dah... :)
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Post by reese on Mar 8, 2011 11:11:45 GMT -10
Reese worked on getting out of his awkward introduction. He hated how he got so flustered so easily. Which was sad, considering he was 20 and in his last year of school. He was fine talking to adults and little kids, but there was just something about people nearer his won age that he hated having to talk to. Not that he disliked the people of course, but he just got nervous and a bit discombobulated. He gave the girl a lopsided grin as she responded to his offer to give her a copy of the photo. It wasn’t a bad photo, and he liked to share his pictures with his subjects. It just made him feel like the photos were justified.
“Okay… I’ll find you when I get them printed…” He wasn’t sure if he’d add this picture into his project yet, but if it looked good after being printed out, he might. Of course, he’d let her know about it, and credit her in the picture. He credited everyone he took pictures of, unless they didn’t want it. He just liked people to know that he was grateful that they let him use them in his portfolios. He was glad that it was starting to not be as awkward. She seemed like a really sweet person, and he was enjoying talking to her. He was surprised he hadn’t seen her before, but he was usually off in his own little world and never paid much attention.
Reese nodded as she said she was a music major. That was why he hadn’t seen her. Their majors weren’t even close. He grinned as she said she sucked at photography. “It’s okay. I’m not musically talented, so we’re even.” He really did. Music was great to listen to, but as soon as he tried to sing or play an instrument, it all went downhill. He wasn’t talented in that department. His eyebrows rose slightly as she mentioned the picture. “Um, maybe. Depends on if it fits into my project. We’ll see.” He smiled softly, his dark bangs falling down into his baby blues.
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Post by zaryn kate oliver on Mar 20, 2011 7:50:49 GMT -10
reese grinned at her, and she returned the smile without thinking about it. "okay. i'll find you when i get them printed," he promised. "it's okay. i'm not musically talented, so we're even."
"hey, everyone's got different talents," she said, running her fingers through her curly blonde hair. she glanced down at her cowboy boots, dangling from her other hand, and without a second thought as to what this guy would think, she dropped them down into the sand and then sat down. the sand sank into the folds of her dress, but she didn't care.
"um, maybe," he said, still smiling softly. "depends on if it fits into my project. we'll see." even from this angle, his eyes were very pretty and perfectly blue, shining in the sunlight.
"well, i hope it works," she told him, narrowing her eyes slightly against the sun as she looked up at him from the ground. patting the warm sand next to her, zee added, "you can sit down, if you want."
word count; not very many...
wearing; click for epic beauty
muse; back to december, tswift
notes; where did my muse goooo?!
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Post by reese on Mar 22, 2011 7:29:34 GMT -10
Reese couldn’t help but wonder what the rest of day would be like. He had no plans besides his photos, and he was actually happy to have some free time to do whatever he wanted to do. He grinned, nodding as Zaryn stated that everyone had different talents. He tried being musical before, but for some reason, no matter what instrument he tried, it didn’t fit him. That and his time management for it tended to slip. And singing? Forget it. He only hit notes that made dogs howl. He was the ultimate definition of tone deaf. If someone pointed to a note and asked him what it was, he’d have absolutely no idea. He couldn’t tell the difference between an A note, and a C note.
He watched as she sank down to sit on the sand to pull her boots on. It was unique to see someone wearing cowboy boots on the beach, but hey, to each their own. He wasn’t exactly wearing beach clothes himself. But he was weird like that. He tended not to conform to the norm. He liked to stand out. Of course, it surprised people sometimes to see him being outgoing with clothing, when he was actually pretty shy. He knew he could speak up more in some situations, but he was always a little worried on what people might think of him. It was one of the reasons he’d chosen photography as a major. It gave him the freedom to express himself, without actually having to talk to a lot of people. And he absolutely hated public speaking.
Reese smiled softly as she spoke, nodding a bit. “Thanks. I think it will. I put enough time into at least.” He chuckled softly, running a hand lightly through his dark hair, pushing his bangs out of his eyes. The smile stayed on his face as she offered for him to sit down, agreeing with the offer and lowering his body to sit on the warm sand. Of course, now it made it a bit too warm, so he tugged off his light jacket, folding it and putting it next to him, and placing his camera on top of the shirt. “So… what made you come here for school?” He was always interested in seeing why people came to Bouscher. Every story was different, and he liked hearing the stories.
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Post by zaryn kate oliver on Mar 26, 2011 8:20:42 GMT -10
reese gave her a soft smile that she could barely see because of the way that the sun was shining down from almost directly above him, turning him into a silhouette of darkness. "thanks," said the silhouette. "i think it will. i put enough time into it, at least." a laugh as the silhouette reached up a hand to run it through his hair, and then he became reese again as he sat down next to her.
with one little shrug, his jacket was off his shoulders, and he folded it up neatly and put it down next to him on the warm sand as zee watched in total silence, pulling on one of her cowboy boots. the camera went on top of the folded jacket and then he turned to face her again. "so," he said conversationally. there was something about bouscher, about ehu island, that made one instance -- bumping into someone on the north quad, seeing someone sitting on a bench in the park, having an accidental picture taken of your feet at the beach -- turn into a full-blown conversation. people on the island were just so much more talkative than people back in nashville. "what made you come here for school?"
zaryn paused in the act of reaching to pick up her other cowboy boot from where it rested in the sand next to her. she was sure she looked more than a little odd, sitting on the warm beach in a sundress with one bare foot and one cowboy boot on. "um," she said carefully, giving up on the idea of putting her boot on and pulling back her hand to tuck a blonde curly lock of hair behind one ear. "i... well, it's -- it was -- my mom." she didn't normally tell people that, and now that she'd said it, she realized that she almost didn't want him to know. he shouldn't know her. he'd only just met her. she shrugged. "she... wanted me to come here," she said, twisting the truth -- that her mom hadn't cared where she went, as long as it wasn't near her -- into something acceptable. "bouscher has a good music program."
word count; too lazy to count
wearing; click for epic beauty
muse; perfect, marianas trench
notes; i... ate a lot of candy.
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