[hard at work or hardly working?]

[memorimortum]

[It is a quiet night in camp. (Unless someone it exploded a toaster again, but over in this part it is fairly silent and without mayhem, for the moment.) All there is the black of the night, the gentle snow fall, and the crunch of snow underneath a woman's heeled shoe. . . Until she pauses and takes a picture of the scene

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[the_flames_ex]

[lurking in the shadows, watching her]

[memorimortum]

[pausing to focus on another scene. . . waiting for the tree to get obscured. . . and snap!]

It really is cold out. . .

[memorimortum]

[sensor? . . . turning left]

[the_flames_ex]

[very nearly blends in next to a nearby tree, but is there if you look close enough]

[anoathkept]

Are you trying to remember this place?

[memorimortum]

-Huh? No, I'm not.

What makes you say that?

[anoathkept]

You took a picture.

[memorimortum]

Well, I'm a photographer.

[ashadowofhope]

*so I herd you liek dark, shadowy things...*

[memorimortum]

[like is such a vague term]

. . . Hello?

[ashadowofhope]

*the creature, previously hiding in the shadows, comes straight up to you and looks you square in the eyes. it seems to have only one red glowing one staring at you blinklessly*

[memorimortum]

Ahh!

[using the flash on her camera then putting some distance between them before turning around to keep her eyes on it]

[loltruth]

That's an interesting hobby.

[memorimortum]

[not jumping, surprisingly]

Ah. . . Occupation, actually.

[loltruth]

You're a photographer?

[memorimortum]

[nods] Mm.

[bitchesb4bros]

Well, it is kinda dark out.

[memorimortum]

It is. . .

[bitchesb4bros]

See anything interesting?

[memorimortum]

Snow.