Post by gavin dante armentrout on Oct 19, 2010 22:45:45 GMT -5
WE FEED ON THE IRONY, WE DRINK HYPOCRISY.
we are everything we hate, but we have everything we need.
[/font][/color][/blockquote][/blockquote]it was early. way early in the morning, since the sound of birds singing their songs merrily was absent and there were still crickets chirping to one another. footsteps were the only sound accompanying the crickets' chirps in the early morning atmosphere. gin yawned widely as he gripped his camera firmly in his hands. earlier, he was at one of the hundreds of parties that the band members would attend taking pictures of anyone who was willing to be photographed. some of the pictures were of his band, others of other bands and some of the groupies and fangirls wanting to get singers to fuck them. gin probably was running on maybe two hours of sleep.
the previous night he was up all night setting up things here and there for any projects that suddenly sprung up. he also wanted to see if he could find anyone willing enough to help him out. gin was deprived of fun projects to do with his camera. everything was all about the mystery killer, or promo shots, or show shots and blah blah. gin was actually kind of wearing thin. he did go off a couple of times to party and have fun, but he wanted to relax— just him and his camera. so maybe a run to the park would totally clear his mind. and he did so. now he was wandering aimlessly, hands gripping his camera. gin wondered if there was anybody out. he doubted it, it was the ass crack of dawn and he doubted anyone in their right minds would be outside at this time. they'd probably be all cuddled up in their blankets, safe and warm and dreaming. rolling his eyes at the thought, gin glanced around the park. empty. desolate except a few early morning birds and squirrels running around.
hum.. oh! eyes lighting up in excitement, gin quickly jogged off the path he was on to make his way to a bench underneath a tree. stepping up on the bench and shimmying his way up into the tree— carefully minding his camera— and made himself comfortable. lifting the camera lens to his eye, he glanced down at the bench he used as a ledge to get into the tree and a grin stretched across his face. gin just found his entertainment for the morning. clicking the shutter button, the camera whirred to life as it snapped the pictures. reviewing it, gin's lips continued to stretch further into an excited grin.
"sweet! i think i found what i'm going to do all morning now this is just amazing, totally awesome whoa!" as he rambled excitedly, his hand had moved to set itself down against the ground— which wasn't there— and he nearly toppled out of the tree. blinking his now wide brown eyes, gin looked down at the spot he would've been splattered against and whistled. he was so glad his reflexes were pretty good for someone who didn't sleep for a day. he was pretty sure he wasn't going to sleep again tonight.
gin wanted to leave his camera in steroid runaway's bus and go party for a while. that sounded like something he could manage. and who knew, he could end up making new friends or even met up with some old ones. right now though, he was too busy looking through the leaves of the trees with his camera and finding things to take pictures of. his feet dangled off the branch he was straddling and he idly wondered— and hoped— the branch would hold him if he squirmed around this much.
tag: open.
words: #606
lyrics: reckless abandonment, the spill canvas
notes: hey hey. :3
