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[CAMERON ELIJAH WAY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-right: 20px solid #000033; background-image:url(http://i1059.photobucket.com/albums/t422/TechnicAware/Apple%20Headphones/BackgroundBlueMetal.jpg); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] across the universe, images of broken light, which dance before me like a million eyes. they call me on and on across the universe. thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box, they tumble blindly as they make their way.... nothing's gonna change my world, Cameron had been insanely busy these days. With his growing career and all, he just felt like he had so little time to do other stuff. He had jobs constantly, hopped from one to another and while his bank account certainly liked that, as much as he loved his job, he missed the quality time he got to spend with his friends and cousins to just do crazy stuff and live a little. Sure he still had time for that, just not as much as he used to and he figured that was just part of the game, like there was a downfall to any job, even your dream job. He loved the shoots and being able to make money with what he loved the most; photographing. And people seemed to love his work, cause they kept asking for more, which was so flattering that Cam hardly knew what to say about it. In his family he had always been the weaker one, the underdog, without knowing why, and even his strange encounter with this hunter who had tried to kill him did not solve any of the riddles. In fact it only confused him more that he hadn't died when he should have. There was something wrong about this puzzle and he felt like he was missing something, but he just couldn't figure out what it was. And Harper wasn't of much help either so far, while he hoped she had been the one to give him an answer. And until he did that, Cam just tried to spend as much time with Marley as he could, talking to her about all of these things like one should when being in a relationship. When he was with Marley, the hybrid felt complete, as if she was the missing piece to his puzzle, even if things did not go always very smoothly. They had their differences like any couple, especially when dating a feisty girl like Marley Reynolds, but it was what he liked about her. Cam never got bored when he was around her, she kept him alive and alert, and he loved the feelings she gave him. She was often his inspiration for his work, so much that his boss had told him he needed some other series other than his girlfriend too. So instead the boy had started photographing things that reminded him of her, things that would just look like beautiful pictures to other people, but she would get it and hopefully immediately. Stuff like her favorite herbs to make witch potions with, a cauldron, the oceanium where they had met for the first time, all those tiny things that made his mind flood with her presence, much like it always did. But for now Cam was just sitting on a bench in the meadows of Manuka, watching out over the green fields with the flowers that would soon fade away as the snow came. Cam just came back from a job with a couple of skanky models, which had annoyed him a little, since slutty was not his type and girls who kept on flirting with you after you told them you were not available was an even worse turn off. The boy and his high maintenance perfectionism could not stand anything like that. He thought of the poor blokes those girls were dating and was just glad it wasn't him. His camera hung losely around his neck the way it always did, just below his chest, as he gazed around, watching mothers play with their children, fathers play frisbee with their sons, children running with dogs, a couple making goo-goo eyes at each other during what seemed like a romantic picture. This place was always full of life, and soon Cam's camera was clicking around swiftly again, making pictures with so much ease it seemed as if he was a true natural. But then he took a picture of a person, that was one of those super extraordinary pictures, the very few even Cam was genuinely proud of. "Hey you! I stole your soul!" Cameron called after the stranger, though obviously only joking. He did feel that way though, when it came to photographing. It was like stealing a fragment of one's soul and take it with you, outside of their control. But wasn't that the beauty of art? It stretched your boundaries. tag || ANYONE || words || 727 || outfit || click ! notes || damned if i don't

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[RYLAND CELIA MCKINLEY]

i stood for nothing
SO I FELL FOR EVERYTHING YOU HELD ME DOWN BUT I GOT UP

Fresh air never hurt anybody, so the hunter thought it was about time she escaped the weed smelling apartment of hers. As soon as her feet the pavement outside she regretted coming out. Ryland ran back upstairs to her apartment to grab the sunglasses out of her bag. It was like she had a hangover. Why was the sun was fucking bright? Was it always like that? Ryland was more into being out at night and sleeping all day. Ever since she graduated from school that was what her life consisted of unless Beth dragged her out of bed to go training. Ryland couldn't r emember the last time she trained.

It wasn't like it mattered much anyways. She might as well just stop labeling herself a hunter. Ryland sighed and threw the thoughts of that over her shoulder as she opened the door to the outdoors again. She didn't necessarily know where she was going. Ryland grabbed her earbuds and put them into her ear as she pressed play on her phone. She began running and just let her legs carry her where ever. Ryland ran for what felt like hours, but it probably only like thirty minutes. She really hadn't done much of any type of physical activity and her lungs were punishing her. Ryland leaned over and breathed heavily, coughing for a few moments. She looked up and studied her surroundings.

Ryland stopped in a store and bought a bottle of water. She was off running again. Ryland forgot how nice it felt. Her muscles were screaming hell no at her, but she did admit she missed running. The wind against her face felt great. Ryland took a sudden turn and found herself in the meadows. She slowed down and took one ear bud out of her ear. Ryland watched some of the kids playing with their parents and she felt a small tinge of sadness.

She was snapped out of her thoughts when a voice came out of no where. Ryland whipped her head around to see a guy sitting in the grass with a camera. Her eyes widened in surprise, but nonetheless she giggled at his words."Who said I even had a soul?" Ryland tilted her head to the side, looking back at the children playing."What are you doing anyways? Are you some type of creepy pedo or just a photographer?" She said with a small smile. This Ryland was definitely a big difference from the Ryland months and months ago. She could have taken his camera and smashed it before. Things changed she guess. Well... She changed.

Ryland had isolated herself from almost everybody and now she could not stand the loneliness. The only person to fill that void was Jeremiah, but he was always off for days. Sometimes she swore he had to be cheating and the thought of that made her sick to her stomach. Ryland tried her best to stay positive. When it came to Jere though, she wasn't so sure. He never made any sense and confused the hell out of her. It was a hot and cold situation, but she couldn't bring it out of herself to end it. She let herself start to like him and that was her first mistake.

Ryland took a few steps over toward the guy, and paused the music on her phone. She was glad she wasn't sweating too badly because then she'd look like a really hot mess. Ryland pushed some stray hairs away from her face."Can I see the picture? Let me at least check to see that I don't look like a monster." She hoped that he wasn't one of those one artists who wouldn't let her see what the hell they were doing. Ryland didn't understand why people with such talent hid it away from everybody. She wished she had any type of artistic ability. Sadly, the best she could do was probably just dance like the slut she used to be. Well, that's not a talent, but oh well.

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