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| Post #1 Jan 28 2014, 07:42 PM | Feldheimer |
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[Time: 08:45 AM] In the short time that Kintaro has been away from Fuyuyama, he's learned that both everything and nothing has changed. Fuyuyama was still quiet in the mornings, uneventful with only a few people coming and going in the event of opening up their smaller businesses for the day. Pulling into a small nearby parking lot and turning off his car, Kintaro took a step out from his car only to be greeted by the sun shining directly into his eyes. Squinting as he shut the door to his car, Kintaro walked towards the rear of his car and pulled out the one piece of equipment he had brought with him: a camera concealed in a carrying case. Shutting the trunk and pulling the case on top of it, Kintaro zipped open the case in order to reveal his choice of camera, the Olympus PEN E-PL5. Of course, Kintaro has absolutely no idea what the camera itself is capable of, which was why he had brought it out here with him today. Today, while he was off and with about a month before he would be re-certified for field work once again, he was going to get in some practice with photographing people, places, and things. Kintaro figured out quickly how to turn on the camera, but getting everything else started was a bit of a chore. A few standard point and shoot images came out fine, but when navigating the zoom on the lens, the image had often come out a little bit blurry and hard to decipher. As Kintaro tried to capture the passing moments of the nearby people of Fuyuyama, Kintaro mumbled to himself as he tried to figure out how to work the damn camera. "Crap." |
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| Post #2 Jan 29 2014, 09:18 PM | Defiant |
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Taxi cabs would be the death of her. Why humans had ever thought the invention of such noisy, smelly, dangerous mechanical death traps was a good idea baffled her. Whatever happened to walking or even a horse-drawn cart? Humans called it progress. She called it a monster. Aisling found herself trembling by the time it stopped but she smiled and paid the driver all the same. Ignoring the urge to kiss the ground and cry out for the sweet feeling of solid earth beneath her she watched the death-mobile leave, coughing slightly at the smell of exhaust fumes. She thought that, perhaps, she’d never grow accustomed to this world. With a sigh she looked about hoping to see a beaming blonde nearby but was instead greeted with the faces of strangers. Pouting slightly she glanced at her watch thinking that she had arrived too early but that wasn’t the case at all. No, Cicely was simply nowhere to be seen. It seemed her friend had “stood her up”. Maybe something had come up… She was mysterious like that. Resigning herself to her newfound solitude she looked one way, then another before choosing to walk down the sidewalk. Alone or not she decided she wouldn’t waste a trip and she wasn’t too eager to get back in a taxicab. Though the urge to head further up the mountainside was strong. There were forests there. Tall trees and sweet grass. A place where she could be herself again and not be trapped inside this false skin and even more uncomfortable clothes. On second thought the clothing wasn’t too bad. The human form’s skin was thin and she was thankful for the warmth of her coat. Pulling the collar a little tighter around her neck she was reveling in the feeling of soft fur against her skin when she heard the most interesting thing. “Crap.” Aisling had learned, in the six years she’d been in man’s world, that that word had come to mean a number of things. Most of which had nothing to do with a steaming pile of dung on the ground. Still her curiosity got the better of her and she stopped short to look at the man who had uttered it. The camera he held looked expensive and complicated. They often held classes at the library about such things but it was never in her interest to pay much attention to them. By this point she had been standing there long enough that her look would be considered staring and she had begun to idly play with a braid in her hair. Neither of which she had bothered to notice. |
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