wednesday → snapshots
August 4, 2005
Newport Beach, CA
By: Lucy McClane
It's a nice feeling, when she curls her toes in the sand - she's missed this, because in Jersey she doesn't have time to play around, to just give in and go to the ocean. So she's taking the summer and just existing, red shoes and bare arms on the beaches of California with her friends and her brother and sometimes her mother, if she feels like coming. Today she's alone and it's a little gloomy but she loves it, the early morning before the sun burns away the dark.
It's beautiful, and it's just as much home as anywhere else.
January 1, 2006
Los Angeles, CA
By: John McClane Jr.
"I hate you," she insists, trying to cover the camera's lens with a hand when JJ shoves it in her face, but she's laughing and that belies her protests so he just pushes her arm out of the way and snaps the photo, shaking it a little and waiting for it to develop.
"You love me and you know it," their mother is in the kitchen, making lunch, and they're sitting outside - it's already bright and sunny enough for Lucy to wear sunglasses so she picked the most obnoxious ones she owns, and eventually JJ just steals them and puts them on instead.
He looks rather stylish.
September 18, 2007
New York, NY
By: John McClane
She visits her father a lot more often now, and his apartment is where she stays - she has a room and everything, and he's just glad to see her face. He's finally healed and they're both sort of just lounging around, watching horrible movies and eating horrible foods that Lucy will feel bad for eating once she's back in Jersey, but for now she's totally okay with it.
She's still in the habit of bringing her camera everywhere she goes and it's sitting on the table when she goes to look out the window he snaps a picture when she's not paying attention, which makes her turn to stare at him.
His answer is "immortalizing the moment, baby," and she just laughs.
December 20, 2007
New York, NY
By: Lucy McClane
"What did you get dad for Christmas?"
The answer is muffled and Lucy arches an eyebrow, turning her head to look at him - she's wrapping the present she bought John on the table, while he's not home - it's a leather jacket, since his last one got trashed somehow, and their Christmas tree is in the corner.
She grabs her camera instead though, when she sees the look on JJ's face. "Did you seriously steal Lucky Charms from your school and bring them all the way here?"
This answer is just a shrug.
October 12, 2008
New Brunswick, NJ
By: Matthew Farrell
"Why are you even using this kind of camera, you know these went out of style in like the eighties, right?"
"Just take a picture before I hit you, I swear to god."
"FINE, but it would be better if you used an actual, you know, digital camera. They have those now, Lucy."
"MATT."
Click, shake.
"Oh wow, I really wasn't paying attention, was I?"
"... Did you just try to take a Polaroid of my boobs?"
"... No?"
"My dad's going to murder you if he finds it, probably."
He's about to say something else, but she just rolls her eyes and kisses him instead and he shuts up right quick.
April 15, 2009
New Brunswick, NJ
By: Lucy McClane
After raiding the local stores for a candy stash - cheap candy is hard to come by, all right - and, er, a liquor store, Lucy settles in for the long haul, studying and drinking and eating candy. With a law book open on her lap and a flask (yes, an actual flask and it is pink with ribbon and flowers) of rum next to her, she can take on anything, even if it's an asshole room mate that's pissed about the marshmallow bunny army that got left on her bedside table last night.