Leaning backwards against the wall, the redhaired young man slowly fumbles the fingers of his left hand behind his back, all the while chatting with some slightly elderly lady - politely telling her about his camera's at home (he brought a waterproof one here, like he always does on parties; nothing too fancy and worth about nothing, but sturdy enough to survive beer, wine, cocktails and pools). Hopefully none of the other, thousand-or-so elderly see what he's doing. Because he's about to disrupt the ring circuit that leads the music and conversation to their fancy in-ear hearing aids, in hopes of them turning the music up or at least not noticing when he turns up the volume himself. He knows their aids are there - as well as their pretty teeth which are all fake, and their hair colouring, and other things he doesn't want to experience.
In the corner of his eye he has noted some platina-blonde girl in a sheen lavender dress pulling a man (they're both probably around his age; children of the natural-grey heads surrounding them on this floor) towards the stairs. He quickly pulls a cable with his finger and when the chatty lady in front of him frowns to look around, he makes his excuse fast, saying he should probably ask the DJ what is going on.
The latter is quick enough to see some of the elderly are having hearing problems and seems to have no problem turning the music up, so, before he ever gets there, he directs himself to the bar. Now, as a photographer for fancy people, his life is as easy as any of them; free entrance to the parties, girls willing to get their pics shot in hopes of gaining the fashion-magazine's attention (rarely ever works, but he doesn't tell) - all too easy. Perhaps even better, because he has yet to be put into the gossip part of any magazine, himself. He could probably make it there - his mother is of great influence, although she has never been willing to give their children a position and not have them work for it. Which is why he never asked, and come to think of it, he wouldn't in retrospect either. He loves to dye his hair now or then, even if today he fancies his natural red, and he's pretty sure he wouldn't have a say in it if he started to work on the other side of the cameras.
Speaking of beautiful images, by the way. One very gorgeous specimen of a human straight ahead. Skin fair as milk, hair flowing like honey, dress fitting in all the right places - ah, someone is there before him. He catches the man's words though, and elbows him softly. "The better part of the party would be upstairs. Care for a refreshing dive? I'm sure it would make the best pictures." he tells the man but asks the lady - always ask the lady questions, never tell them stuff. Then, he smiles his most charming smile once again, his white teeth flickering (being the offspring of models indeed, does that to a person), then he jumps back into the mass of people. They'll follow or leave, because, down here the music is too loud for those without hearing problems, and upstairs is all the fun.
His eyes dart through the room, is any beautiful specimen left behind? He can't be sure, but climbs the stairs anyway. Heading straight for the bathrooms, he catches a glim of someone in lavender, but a second appreciative look shows him the door only - well, better be quick to change then, there's so many beautiful people in this pool, he'll have to be around and take their pictures. Or shoot some small films. Oh, the fun of a compact waterproof camera.
look at picture I found (an acknowledgement to whomever pointed this man model out to me yesterday because he's cute and he looks right about to walk after some interesting looking girl)
Also I'm tagging @[Svedka] because he needs to be here, so you're welcome radar xD.
In the corner of his eye he has noted some platina-blonde girl in a sheen lavender dress pulling a man (they're both probably around his age; children of the natural-grey heads surrounding them on this floor) towards the stairs. He quickly pulls a cable with his finger and when the chatty lady in front of him frowns to look around, he makes his excuse fast, saying he should probably ask the DJ what is going on.
The latter is quick enough to see some of the elderly are having hearing problems and seems to have no problem turning the music up, so, before he ever gets there, he directs himself to the bar. Now, as a photographer for fancy people, his life is as easy as any of them; free entrance to the parties, girls willing to get their pics shot in hopes of gaining the fashion-magazine's attention (rarely ever works, but he doesn't tell) - all too easy. Perhaps even better, because he has yet to be put into the gossip part of any magazine, himself. He could probably make it there - his mother is of great influence, although she has never been willing to give their children a position and not have them work for it. Which is why he never asked, and come to think of it, he wouldn't in retrospect either. He loves to dye his hair now or then, even if today he fancies his natural red, and he's pretty sure he wouldn't have a say in it if he started to work on the other side of the cameras.
Speaking of beautiful images, by the way. One very gorgeous specimen of a human straight ahead. Skin fair as milk, hair flowing like honey, dress fitting in all the right places - ah, someone is there before him. He catches the man's words though, and elbows him softly. "The better part of the party would be upstairs. Care for a refreshing dive? I'm sure it would make the best pictures." he tells the man but asks the lady - always ask the lady questions, never tell them stuff. Then, he smiles his most charming smile once again, his white teeth flickering (being the offspring of models indeed, does that to a person), then he jumps back into the mass of people. They'll follow or leave, because, down here the music is too loud for those without hearing problems, and upstairs is all the fun.
His eyes dart through the room, is any beautiful specimen left behind? He can't be sure, but climbs the stairs anyway. Heading straight for the bathrooms, he catches a glim of someone in lavender, but a second appreciative look shows him the door only - well, better be quick to change then, there's so many beautiful people in this pool, he'll have to be around and take their pictures. Or shoot some small films. Oh, the fun of a compact waterproof camera.
look at picture I found (an acknowledgement to whomever pointed this man model out to me yesterday because he's cute and he looks right about to walk after some interesting looking girl)
Also I'm tagging @[Svedka] because he needs to be here, so you're welcome radar xD.
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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