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Post by Ayla Rose Blackwood on Oct 10, 2012 20:25:29 GMT -5
Ayla loved going into Hogsmeade, because even if the streets were cobbled, there was just enough flat area on the sidewalks to pull out her skateboard. Sure, she got a glare from the various hag or old wizard, but it was worth it to feel the icy wind blow her hair. She stopped abruptly at the door she was aiming for and picked the board up, tucking it under her arm and pushing the door open without hesitation. She would have shown up earlier in the school year, but things had been less than calm.
She ignored how windblown her hair must have looked when she walked in and glanced around. The old hoodie she wore of some muggle rock group hung loosely around her thighs, which were wrapped in black leggings. Boots sounded loudly against the shop's floor. They weren't the best shoes for skating, but she had never cared for Vans.
"Oi," she called, glancing around for the guy that owned it. His name was Trent. Or Lyric, depending on who was talking. She'd seen him around school and heard about his colorful life, but she had never approached him, however interesting a character he looked. "I've got a proposition for you, mate." She shook the sleeve down away from her hand and reached up to brush annoying tendrils of hair behind her ear.
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Post by Trent Frey on Oct 10, 2012 20:56:55 GMT -5
Lyric didn't get enough customers to sit in the front room. He had alarms up so he knew when someone came in, but it was more so nothing would disappear when he wasn't looking than because he cared about customer service.
He was in the darkroom sifting through some older photos he'd never gotten around to. Any rolls of film that might have Keith in them had been dumped in a box with the photos themselves, and he was considering just sending them to Hogwarts. It had crossed his mind that Keith's face would be priceless if he opened the package in the Great Hall.
He finished what he was doing enough to keep from ruining anything, then stepped through the barrier he'd set up into the staging area around the door. Proposition, he heard.
He pulled out the tie holding his hair back and opened the door, eyes finding his visitor quickly. Anyone offering a proposition had to be trouble. "What do you want?" he asked.
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Post by Ayla Rose Blackwood on Oct 10, 2012 21:04:56 GMT -5
"Hey," Ayla said, stepping forward. "I heard you was taking pictures of a friend. Of a friend." She didn't know the guy personally, but she had heard. Word got around. "I've been curious about gettin' into it." She grinned and shifted the board under her arm. It might be some fun, and conventional careers just didn't appeal to her.
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Post by Trent Frey on Oct 10, 2012 21:09:23 GMT -5
"I'm not teaching you to steal my business," Lyric said, lip curling. "You want to buy something, fine. Otherwise, get out of my shop." He crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at the girl. There wasn't enough demand for one photographer in Hogsmeade, and as long as he intended to stay, there wouldn't be another.
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Post by Ayla Rose Blackwood on Oct 10, 2012 21:14:37 GMT -5
"I don't want to steal your business," Ayla said. "I want to help it, actually. Lookin' into doing some modelling. There's a lot of demand for alt girls." More demand than there was for alt guys, she thought. Besides, it would be fun. She had heard that models got to travel the world and meet people, live in big apartments and get free things. It about sounded like heaven.
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Post by Trent Frey on Oct 10, 2012 21:18:55 GMT -5
Lyric's f~ you went on indefinite hiatus at the thought. "I have models," he said. "You willing to work for free? Build a portfolio or something?" It was true that his regular models were club finds, but he couldn't make money off some random girl unless she'd sign off for stock photos. He hated stock photos.
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Post by Ayla Rose Blackwood on Oct 10, 2012 21:26:20 GMT -5
"I could, don't have anything to lose," Ayla said. "I need some experience if I want to do it, right? Besides, you can never have too many models, can you?" Variety was key, especially if he wanted to make lots of money, right? "I'd be easy to work with, just tell me what to do." He worked for a magazine, too, which could potentially help.
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Post by Trent Frey on Oct 10, 2012 22:14:19 GMT -5
"Got time? I can take a few test shots, see how they turn out." She was pretty enough, but not everyone translated right to film. "How old are you?" She'd damn well better be legal, because he wasn't dealing with parents and all the paperwork they required.
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Post by Ayla Rose Blackwood on Oct 10, 2012 22:18:54 GMT -5
Ayla nodded and took a few steps forward. She had plenty of time. "I'm 17 as of last month," she said. She shifted her weight and cocked her hip out, finally taking a long look at the guy. "You're a couple years older, I remember you at school." She remembered seeing his wild hair floating well above the heads of the majority of the students.
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Post by Trent Frey on Oct 10, 2012 22:24:30 GMT -5
Lyric's sneer came back. "Great," he said under his breath, and turned away. "Come on, room's in here. Look through the props, see if there's anything you like, but I swear if anything goes missing you'll pay for it." He'd hunt the b~ down if he had to. He paused at the doorway and gestured for her to go in. "I'll be right back." He just had to get Melody.
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Post by Ayla Rose Blackwood on Oct 10, 2012 22:32:34 GMT -5
Ayla rolled her eyes while his back was turned, but didn't say anything in response to the threat. She wouldn't steal anything. She slipped into the room and put her board down by a wall, then slipped off her hoodie, revealing an oversized shirt that revealed collarbones, a tattoo, and a shoulder. How the hell was she supposed to pick out a prop? She didn't know what she was doing. Still, she went over to finger through the things at one side of the room.
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Post by Trent Frey on Oct 11, 2012 10:00:45 GMT -5
Lyric kept Melody locked upstairs when he was in his darkroom. He didn't like the idea of leaving anyone alone in the shop, but then, there was little to be done for a lifetime of conditioning. He'd grown up in a place where anything not nailed down with a permanent sticking charm was likely to go missing, so it wasn't personal.
He was already working the settings when he came back downstairs. He'd try her in natural light first, then get some official-looking headshots and kick her out. His walls were up and at full strength, and he liked them that way.
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Post by Ayla Rose Blackwood on Oct 11, 2012 17:38:53 GMT -5
Ayla was looking through a group of props when she saw a fluffed tail out of the corner of her eye. She nearly jumped in surprise, but managed to control herself and realized, after a moment, it was just a cat. A fluffy cat that eyed her for a moment before coming to her and rubbing against her legs. "Oooo, hello there," she said softly, her voice immediately shifting up an octave. She dropped into a squat to run her fingers through the cat's fur and scratch its ears. "You're a pretty thing, aren't you?"
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Post by Trent Frey on Oct 11, 2012 17:49:03 GMT -5
Lyric looked away from Melody to find the girl making nice with his cat. "Watch out for him, he's a bastard," he said. As though to prove him wrong, or perhaps only to annoy him, Shadow's rumbling purr got louder, and he butted his head against the girl, arching his back for more. "Traitor," Lyric said under his breath.
"What's your name?" he asked the girl. He let Melody hang against his chest and went to his erasable board. He used his wand to scrawl the date.
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Post by Ayla Rose Blackwood on Oct 11, 2012 17:56:42 GMT -5
"Aw, 'e seems sweet," Ayla said, glancing up at Trent and giving the cat a good scratch beneath the chin. "I'm Ayla Donnelly." She looked back down at the cat and whispered softly to it. "Is your daddy telling tales on you?" A soft laugh escaped and she straightened after a long stroke down the cat's back.
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