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Post by Michelle on Nov 23, 2009 6:10:22 GMT -4
A stranger hurrying home in the rain.
Crows picking at a dead pigeon's head on a sidewalk.
A single jacket hanging over a chair in an empty classroom.
Neat writing inked in red lipstick on a discarded napkin: "577896569 - Call me ;)".
A woman sleeping on a couch, a smile etched on her face.
New year's fireworks painting colours on a navy canvas.
A tombstone blanketed in moss that read "Beloved Daughter: 31st May, 1956 - 31st May, 1956".
Rusted cars in a junkyard.
A crimson moon after a solar eclipse.
Little girls playing dress ups.
A tiny, minute duckling crossing the road.
These were just some of the photos that littered the corner of the art studio in which Hamish sat, slumped against the walls. In his lap lay an open photo album, filled with more photos...
A family of tourists standing in front of the London Eye with shocked faces.
Notices piled on top of each other on a post - lost dogs, wanted babysitters, found dogs, vacant apartments to be rented - the newest notice read "FOR SALE: WEDDING DRESS, NEVER WORN."
A child pulling the fake beard off a shopping centre Santa.
Harry Potter fans dressed as wizards exiting a book store, Deathly Hallows in their hot hands.
A tree growing with a dead, hollow tree covered in moss and flowery vines around it.
"CLASS OF '69" scratched onto a wooden desk.
A water balloon just as it collided with a wall.
Hamish flicked the pages of his album, until he finally came to a blank page. He picked up the nearest photo on the ground - a cheerful girl jumping into the camera lense, hiding a beautiful sunset out of sight. He studied the photo for about five minutes, debating with himself on whether or not he should keep it, before getting up to chuck it in the bin. At that point, he looked up, realizing he wasn't the only one in the studio.
"Sorry," he randomly apologized to the newcomer. "I didn't see you there."
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Post by River on Nov 23, 2009 13:05:53 GMT -4
"It's fine," Kemon replied with a smile. "That's beautiful." she pointed to the photo in his hand. "They are all...stunning. I wish I could take shots that good. I'm Kemon, by the way."
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Post by Michelle on Nov 24, 2009 6:51:24 GMT -4
On closer inspection, Hamish found himself staring down the blue eyes of a fellow red head, who was much shorter than him. Only, her hair was much darker than his. His hair was just plain gingery red. When she smiled at him, her happiness was added to his peaceful mood as he smiled back warmly. Right now, with all the photos he had taken, nothing could turn him into a nervous wreck. Except...Maybe the maths exam he forgot to study for. He took a quick glance back at his photo of the ruined sunset as she complimented it, and he once again questioned his action of throwing it away.
"Thanks, and it's not that hard to take a photo," Hamish said, taking his eyes of the photo and back onto her face. There was a quick pause as he stared at the photo again, then back at the girl once more. Yes, it would be a waste to throw it out...
Hamish held the photo out with one hand, and held his other out to be shaken.
"You can keep it if you like it, then," he added, his smile still fixed on his face. "I'm Hamish...Hamish Cooper. Nice to meet you...Uh...Kemon."
He made a perplexed face, trying to get the origin of the name, as the girl was obviously foreign.
"Um, if you don't mind me asking; Where abouts are you from?"
(If you want, Kemon can coincidentally be one of the people in Hamish's photos, like the stranger in the rain.)
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Post by River on Nov 24, 2009 11:14:56 GMT -4
Kemon laughed a light, musical, girlish laugh. "Kemon Seboya. My twin sister and I were born in Russia and raised in South Africa. And I would love to have your photo! Perhaps it can inspire me to make mine better." her accent was a strange, but beautiful mix of South African and Russian. ((That would be awesome! Oh, by the way, she doesn't actually have red hair, it just has copper streaks in it, just saying.  )) |
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Post by Michelle on Nov 25, 2009 4:23:29 GMT -4
(I know, but copper's kinda red. Brown-golden-red...XD. What's this am I reading in the Cbox about all this pairing up with Hamish? Hamish and Kemon...Hamish and Petra...MY POOR HAME! THIS IS MAD! YOU GUYS ARE CRAZY! Why Hamish, out of all people? Really? I think I have said before that he's not much of a looker, and if he did have a girlfriend he'd put studying in front of her...
Okay, done ranting/freaking out. It's just that I couldn't imagine him with a chick. The poor guy would be a wreck...which would be pretty funny to write (I kinda was falling off my chair while writing this up)...I might think about it, but c'mon, River. Can't a boy and a girl be friends without falling in love? XD)
Hamish didn't understand why Kemon found his question funny, but he assumed she was asked that a lot. When he heard she was a twin, his smile suddenly turned bigger.
"A twin? Are you the evil one?" he joked with a small laugh.
Realizing Kemon wasn't shaking his hand, Hamish dropped it, but handed the photo to the Russian-South African girl.
"And if you want, I can um...give you some feedback if you show me some of your pictures. And you can give me some, too. One artist to another, yeah?"
He smiled another cheesy grin, this time flashing a pair of teeth lined with braces.
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Post by River on Nov 25, 2009 10:55:49 GMT -4
((Of course they can!!! I thought they were taking it a little over the top with the planning without talking to you, but...))
"Oh, I'm TOTALLY the evil one!" Kemon said with a grin. "And I would LOVE your feedback!" She walked over to a cabinet and pulled a large print down from the top. It was a clear photograph of the curl of a wave, taken sideways so you could see through the length of the tube. The spray stood out in sharp, clear contrast to the blue-green of the water, and you could see every individual drop. "This is one of my favorites."
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Post by Michelle on Nov 26, 2009 2:33:42 GMT -4
He laughed when she replied to his “evil twin” comment, since he wasn’t really expecting a reply to that.
“Awesome, the evil ones are the most fun, “the red-head countered with a short laugh.
As Kemon walked to the cabinet, Hamish followed, curious to know what photos she took. His hazel eyes widened with amazement.
“It’s…well, it’s enough to impress me,” he said, still studying the photo of the wave through the lenses of his glasses. “I really like the colours, and the angle. And especially the lighting. H-How-How did you get the shot that close up? I can see why it’s your favourite.”
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Post by River on Nov 26, 2009 2:37:52 GMT -4
"A pair of very wet jeans!" Kemon replied with a chuckle. "You really like it? I always thought my pictures were just kind of so-so." She pulled out a handful of prints, everything from brightly colored swingsets, taken from the top, to shadowy alleys, taken from the ground up so that every object was merely a silouette.
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Post by Michelle on Nov 26, 2009 5:24:55 GMT -4
“So-so?” Hamish chuckled. “No offence, but you’re mental.”
He beamed at Kemon again. Hamish watched as she seemed to have pulled a handful or more photos out of now where.
“Well, I take it that you’re interested in photography too? Or…just art?”
For a brief moment, their hand touched as Hamish took the photos off her, analyzing each one as if he were revising for an exam on them. His eyes shifted from behind his glasses, focusing on one photo to the next.
“I…um, really like your experimentation on angles. It’s probably something I need to…uh…do more often, I guess. Er…The um, lighting’s kinda off a little on this one…”
Hamish imparted the photo of the shadowy alleyway, returning it to Kemon’s hand, along with the other photos.
“Maybe it was a cloudy day? The rest are, well…beautiful. I don’t know what the heck you were saying when you said “so-so”.”
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Post by River on Nov 26, 2009 11:41:41 GMT -4
Kemon laughed. "You really think they're good? I've never been told that before. And yeah, it was a cloudy day when I took that one. I like doing odd angles, it keeps it interesting."
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Post by Michelle on Nov 26, 2009 18:47:25 GMT -4
"Awesome. Maybe you can give me some pointers on my angles?" he suggested, not quite knowing what else there was to say. Hamish went back to the corner where his pictures were, picking up his album and the photos on the floor, and placing them on a bench. He picked out this favourite photos from his album, knowing exactly which page he put them on.
A wedding photo of his father and step-mother, both with the biggest smiles on the earth, his dad holding his step-mum up in a honey-moon fashion.
A dog with a golden coat playing in the sea, barking at the turquoise waves as they rolled in.
A random woman tending to a rose garden with a grin.
Hamish also took the pictures of the tombstone and the stranger in the rain from the pile that he took from the floor, before showing them to Kemon.
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Post by River on Nov 26, 2009 19:05:38 GMT -4
Kemon flipped through them, her eyes wide. "Hamish, these are beautiful!" she exclaimed in awe. "I...I can't imagine that I could tell you anything you didn't already know. I really like photographing weird angles, it's my favorite. You just have to look at a scene, and...I dunno, kinda see it as a model in your head. Turn it around, figure out the weirdest way you can possibly turn it, then do whatever you have to to photograph it that way. I'm not really sure how to describe it, I just kinda...do it." Kemon shrugged.
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Post by Michelle on Nov 27, 2009 3:53:03 GMT -4
Taken aback by Kemon’s compliments, Hamish was a little speechless. He really wasn’t expecting her respect and well… interest in photography. After all, Hamish didn’t really show his photos to a lot of people.
“Uh…Thanks…” he muttered, feeling warmth rise to his cheeks.
It definitely showed too, as his ears and face turned a light shade of rosy-pink. He could feel his nerves coming up…
“So…um…yeah…uh…that’s a good way of, er, putting it, I suppose. T-the whole…ah…imagining s-scenery as a…uh…model. It’s er…a smart thing to say…I guess.”
He laughed uneasily.
“So, ah…How…How long have you been interested in…um…photography? Like…what got you st-started?”
(Aw, he's so cute when he's nervous.)
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Post by River on Nov 27, 2009 12:07:07 GMT -4
((Aww, he so is! xD))
Kemon tilted her head to one side, looking at the ceiling as she thought. "Oh, I dunno...I've been taking pictures for as long as I can remember. My mom got me my first camera when we moved to South Africa, which was when I was about 5 or 6, so I guess it was around then. What about you?"
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Post by Michelle on Nov 27, 2009 18:37:48 GMT -4
Hamish was shocked. Kemon had started from 5-ish, and she thought her photos were "so-so"? If anything, her photos were just as good as his...then again, he did have training from Hayley...
"M-Me? Um...My, uh, my stepmum - but I c-call her H-Hayley - sells art profesh-professionally. She...um...she g-gave me my...my first cam-camera on my...er...on my13th birthday. And she kinda...ah...taught me how to...how t-to use it and all...all that." Hamish played absentmindedly with the hem off his shirt, swallowing anxiously. He picked up the wedding photo, pointing to the blonde woman with short hair, beaming at the camera, as her red-head husband held her in his arms.
"That's...That's her. They um...they got married a-about 3 y-years ago."
He once again, felt the conversation dying.
"So...what do your...um...parents do? Like...for...for a j-job?"
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