(Because Blake likes me to forget he's alive, and I don't want to get cut!)
Week Name/Date/Time: 'The Calm Before the Storm' / Sunday, May 21th 2006 / 2:15 PM Location: Lakeside Open To: Melody, le BFF Currently Involving: Blake
((Why yes, she IS le BFF, and not just the BFF, but LE. :P))
Melody loved taking pictures. It was in her blood, after all--good old dad was a fashion photographer for some London-based magazine. Now, she wasn't so sure about the fashion aspect of the art, but she really liked photography, on its own. There was something just so meaningful about capturing a moment in time. Dramatic. Gorgeous. And...and...er, strange, she finished her thought, as she chanced on a shot of Blake tripping over himself. As the picture was moving, he tumbled over again and again. And again. Er, ouch
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Blake looked at the picture Melody gave him, and couldn't help but crack a small smile. "I think that one captures me perfectly," he replied. What a klutz he was, and that combined with the one where he was sitting and reading would really just give anyone a cross-section of his personality. Funnily enough, he wasn't being sarcastic. "Ah, well, you got me there," he admitted, putting the picture back down. "But actually, a few of these are bringing back memories. Maybe if I took more pictures my memory wouldn't be as bad
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Melody bit her lip to keep from bursting out into laughter. Yes, sadly, that picture DID fit Blake perfectly, and she knew him well enough to know that his statement wasn't sarcasm. Come to think of it, he was rarely sarcastic, if at all! It just so happened that his flat voice and deadpan expression usually made him sound sarcastic. Melody found it rather funneh. With an EH
( ... )
"Analyze my persona, huh?" Blake shrugged, and started to look through the papers himself. "Why not? No, haven't done it myself, but I've picked up a few things from watching you do it to me all those times," he smiled. It was funny, really, that she brought up that he should try to be happy - he liked gray, gray was nice, and he was about to pick out a sheet of that nice-looking gray paper before her comment convinced him against it. Whoops. Blake rested his hand on his chin as he looked at the papers again
( ... )
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Melody loved taking pictures. It was in her blood, after all--good old dad was a fashion photographer for some London-based magazine. Now, she wasn't so sure about the fashion aspect of the art, but she really liked photography, on its own. There was something just so meaningful about capturing a moment in time. Dramatic. Gorgeous. And...and...er, strange, she finished her thought, as she chanced on a shot of Blake tripping over himself. As the picture was moving, he tumbled over again and again. And again. Er, ouch ( ... )
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