06-21-2018, 07:38 PM
Glad that the two people from the bar downstairs have agreed to follow (in their wake, some more people did, including an already drunk woman it seems - but heaven forbid, she went the other way). The girl in the red dress seems to want to avoid people - always great for a party - but the guy she'd just been meeting with (he'd vaguely picked up an M name) seems to want to get acquainted. Or at least, he wants intel. But he guesses he can't blame the man. He seems a bit out of place.
So, he tears his eyes from the door behind which the lavender sheen dress and lavender hair had disappeared, and turns to the guy asking questions. "I hope not. These," he waves his hand at the gathering near the pool, "would make terrible glamour pictures." He grins. He's kidding, of course. "I'm Leilan, by the way. Photographer of anything from parties to magazine covers to funerals. I made the red carpet pictures of those grey heads downstairs hours ago. They set me loose afterwards, so the big camera's getting his rest in favour of the waterproof one." he shrugs, and begins to point, moving his camera around with a few clicks to collect whoever had attended on film. "That there's the new Leviathan leader and her brother, and Ivar Stillwater, I think he won a prize or something so I suppose he's here to be paraded. There's a lot of Casia's around here, of course... oh. And that would be Miss Fist herself. Kagerus, from triple H. They're uh, protector I think is what they call it." He pauses, follows through his camera lens to where Merrik had pointed. "And that, would be someone I'd like to get to know." Click. Ah, beautiful - a stillness surrounded by crazy wildness, which is pointedly ignored. That contrast intrigues him probably even more than the deep dark pools of brown in her eyes. He lets the camera down for a moment to look at her, but is also distracted by Kag attacking Ivar, slurry as she is.
synopsis: gives merrick brief overview, takes some pictures, muses at Breckin picture, distracted again.
aka free to get hit on, Karat/Kylin
So, he tears his eyes from the door behind which the lavender sheen dress and lavender hair had disappeared, and turns to the guy asking questions. "I hope not. These," he waves his hand at the gathering near the pool, "would make terrible glamour pictures." He grins. He's kidding, of course. "I'm Leilan, by the way. Photographer of anything from parties to magazine covers to funerals. I made the red carpet pictures of those grey heads downstairs hours ago. They set me loose afterwards, so the big camera's getting his rest in favour of the waterproof one." he shrugs, and begins to point, moving his camera around with a few clicks to collect whoever had attended on film. "That there's the new Leviathan leader and her brother, and Ivar Stillwater, I think he won a prize or something so I suppose he's here to be paraded. There's a lot of Casia's around here, of course... oh. And that would be Miss Fist herself. Kagerus, from triple H. They're uh, protector I think is what they call it." He pauses, follows through his camera lens to where Merrik had pointed. "And that, would be someone I'd like to get to know." Click. Ah, beautiful - a stillness surrounded by crazy wildness, which is pointedly ignored. That contrast intrigues him probably even more than the deep dark pools of brown in her eyes. He lets the camera down for a moment to look at her, but is also distracted by Kag attacking Ivar, slurry as she is.
synopsis: gives merrick brief overview, takes some pictures, muses at Breckin picture, distracted again.
aka free to get hit on, Karat/Kylin
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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