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 Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2008 8:50 pm
((Roleplay's Participants: Switch Gear, shyanimegrl))
Gullien, a photography business, the reason behind its name as simple and fairly odd as its eccentric founder. This location was one of its branches at Durem, one of the smaller ones and homey in feel, and currently bustling in comparison to other days with the colorful family that had decided to take their picture here today. Since they had arrived and within five minutes since the family was entertained commotion continued behind the curtain of the photography room. However, currently no other customers were waiting and after those being entertained for picture-taking. A coemployee manned the counter opposite his in the establishment at the other end of the area, attending to the question of one of the customers shopping among the photography products. Hayden manned the desk closest to the photography room where customers come for picture-taking.
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2008 5:30 pm
In accordance to the way things had been going so far, Switch stumbled across the photography shop by accident. At the time she first came across it she didn't see the need to get a photo taken, but now that she had a toddler in tow (without her permission, at that) she felt the need to visit one now. True any parent would want a photo of their child, but the blue haired woman's intention was not to take a snapshot of 'her child' at this stage in his life. It was nowhere near as nice.
She was actually trying to get rid of the strange child she had yet to name.
At the time he accidentally stumbled into her life, Switch had come home from a job hunt and had seen a flash of light followed by a strange hissing noise. When she had gone to investigate she had found a toga-wearing kid with a skull painting on one side of his face, sitting on the shelf that her Mayan mask had been. The first thing he had done in her presence? Puked. Apparently he didn't like the smell of the pepper she was eating.
Switch had put up with the creepy toddler for a few days, trying to figure out how to turn him back into the mask not only because she didn't like the thought of other people in her home, but she also wasn't cut out for Motherhood. From a chemical standpoint, children were the most dangerous variables out there. She hadn't named him and she'd barely paid attention to him, and really only did so to keep him clean and to keep him from starving to death (apparently she had enough motherly instinct to want to make sure it wasn't her fault if he died). Apparently the kid was pretty self sufficient, for he and his creepy headsnake found ways to entertain themselves without bothering her much. It hit her one day; she might be able to turn him back into a mask the way he came. There was a flash of light and a hiss, right? It was almost like one of the old cameras!
Maybe if there was a flash and another hiss, he'd go back to the mask and he wouldn't have to suffer with her as a guardian, and she wouldn't have to worry about the dangerous child factor. If he went back to a mask it would be a win-win situation. Switch didn't have a camera, but she sure as hell remembered that breif stare at the Gullien photography sign.
So she dress him in a clean toga (she'd gotten him others, since she figured he wouldn't like to stay in the same thing forever) and took him out of the house for the first time, and towards the photography shop.
"I want the kid's picture taken." The light blue haired woman said suddenly to the store clerk who may or may not have been paying attention. "Please." She added, as an afterthought. The kid stood two steps behind her, his lips pursed and staring up at the adults.
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2008 12:02 am
The mixture of sounds emitting from the photography room, including 'Mom, but, I want to sit on your lap,' etc, etc, soon put a good-natured smirk on Hayden's face. He was okay dealing with kids in the business setting but intimately, specifically as in same-home conditions, he had yet to find out but quite convinced it would bring unparalleled mayhem into his life. Yes, he had this exaggeration engrained in his mind. And it was a similar case to the prospect of marriage or dating, but this is as far as'll get into on this right now. Living in Durem since he began college and an only child to his parents-and only known relatives-living in Gambino Isle, Hayden was enjoying the comfort of his home all to himself. Even guests in his home were scarce and he didn't mind at all. In short, he looked his usual self, at ease in an orderly fashion.
Hayden looked up from his work and turned to who had addressed him, seeing the two and replying with an easy smile to Switch, "Hello to you both and sure thing. Please just sign your name here and have a seat." The seats he referred to were the cushioned, quite ornate benches by the counter. The man placed the clipboard sign-in and pen before her then addressed the boy brightly, "You're up next to take your picture when the photography room's ready." Though he preferred interactions with kids limited to his business place that didn't mean he put on acts, the man's demeanor was genuine.
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2008 8:30 pm
"Heya." Switch said, glancing down at the clipboard that was offered to her. As she filled out the paper she paused to glance over at the man speaking to the skull-faced little one. Wow, he was good with kids. She pretended to fill out the paper for a little while longer, settling on watching the pair.
"Hi." The boy said, raising one hand to wave a little bit at the man addressing him. It was when he spoke to the other male that his feathered headsnake seemed to 'wake up', lazily moving and brushing against the skull side of the kid's head. It reared then, lifting and dancing as snakes were prone to do, turning its head to focus a beady black eye on the worker. The snake seemed to judge the worker as uninteresting, of it moved away, curling to rest on the top of the boy's head rather than dangling down like he normally did.
"How long do you think it'll be before the kid can get his picture taken?" Switch asked curiously, with really no hint of eagerness. Just merely curiousity. After all, if this worked she would be rid of him and his creepy headsnake, and if not well, she would have to get used to him anyway. Handing over the finished form, she moved to sit down; she didn't call the kid over to her, she didn't stand near him, she never called him by a name...she was probably a horrible mother.
In the meantime, the kid had moved from the worker and moved to sit closer to the woman; still keeping a foot away from her of course. He was keeping somewhat of a distance from the woman, a rather lonely look reflecting in his only real eye.
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 11:35 pm
A crash resounded from behind the curtain followed by the words ‘Oh, dear! We’re very sorry, Dean, apologize!’ and then the reassuring and flustered reply: ‘That’s alright, we always have backups.’ A youngster’s voice, presumably Dean’s went next, the tone genuine whether from regret brought about by either witnessing the result of his mischievousness or his mother’s admonishment: ‘Sorry.’ The mother’s voice was heard again, firm: ‘Oh, dear..Alright now, no more horseplay now, alright kids?’
It was one of those times where Hayden was impressed by the boss’s eccentricity, having rows of backup cameras ready in one room as he recalled his training upon employment. After glancing at the direction of the curtain at the crash and listening to sounds that transpired, Hayden turned toward the customers up next and replied with his tone unchanged, “Ten minutes tops, I reckon.” Then his tone got a bit softer, but the change barely noticeable. “Saving your smile for the camera?” he addressed the little boy, attempting to cheer him up a bit by diverting his thoughts elsewhere a while.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 6:56 pm
When the crash came from the other room, Switch just about had a heart attack. The blue haired woman lept off of her chair, already going to reach for the boy to try and save him...but her hands stopped in mid air, just hovering near the boy's arms. When she determined that something had fallen and not exploded, the seemingly jumpy woman sat back in her chair, though this time she sat closer to the boy, as if ready to save him next time if something really did explode.
"Okay." Switch said calmly, as if she hadn't lept out of her chair like a bomb was going off.
Kay had been, in the meantime, staring up at his guardian in wide-eyed awe. She'd lept up to save him when she hadn't shown once ounce of affection prior to this. That meant she really did care, right? Even when the woman had sat back down and gone back to essentially ignoring him, he looked happier somehow. He still wasn't smiling, but he didn't look lonely anymore. She would save him if something bad happened. The boy with a half skull face turned his attention towards the other male, offering him a thin grin. "No." He assured the older boy, gripping the edge of the chair with his dark little fists and swinging his legs over the ledge.
"Camera hurt?" He asked curiously, staring at the other male.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 1:02 pm
Having had his head turned to the curtain, Hayden evidently missed the woman's jump. He did notice a movement from the corner of his eye and possibly due to his photography work, noticed the smaller gap between the boy and the woman compared to earlier. But he wondered for only a moment as he had a habit of not dwelling on things too long, how what he thought he noticed was a large and swift movement connected to a small change in distance.
Hayden regained his usual bright tone, well, despite there having been minimal difference to begin with; he shook his head, “Nope. I’ll show you, watch this.” Hayden reached behind him for his own camera and called over to his coemployee at the counter across the one he was at. The other man looked up from tinkering with his own camera and somehow was not fazed by receiving a flash in his eyes, presumably accustomed, and after the moment of the flash subsiding returned to his tinkering. “See?” Hayden addressed the little boy casually.
There was the sound of the camera shutter, as a picture was taken, that issued from the photography room and a few words from the cameraman, maybe it would end sooner. Then followed: “Momma, he pushed me.”, “Did not.”..—Then again, maybe, yeah, it would probably would take the whole aforementioned predicted ten minutes.
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