Post by Arya on Apr 3, 2009 18:06:43 GMT -5
It was late to be at school, probably around six or seven. Where I am in the art room keeps me from seeing the clock on the wall. I can hear the ticking though, as no one else is in the room or the hallway outside. The ticking of the clock keeps my breathing steady, and helps me time the photos. There is no one here to help me, no one here to hinder me and my work. It's always a nice thing.
The windows were pulled completely closed, and the temperature had been blasting the AC as hard as it could. Why? Setting. Setting for the photo shoot. I may not be extremely rich, being able to throw money around, so I use what I have to my advantage. There's a small stage like thing in the middle of the room. I had put marble patterned cloth over that, and changed from my day attire into something more... deathly.
I wore a midevil fashioned dress, black from head to toe. There was a wig on my head making my hair the richest of copper red instead of the wild color it normally was. Curls and ringlets of all sorts. Full skirt, real corset, the works. A piece my cousin had let me borrow from his collection. We have a deal going on. He lets me borrow his clothing, and I take pictures he uses to show people what he does. It works out well.
I was sitting on the marble, in the cold as death room. I opened my crystal blue eyes and let them glaze over, I was as still as death, lying in the middle of the classroom when the door opened...
The windows were pulled completely closed, and the temperature had been blasting the AC as hard as it could. Why? Setting. Setting for the photo shoot. I may not be extremely rich, being able to throw money around, so I use what I have to my advantage. There's a small stage like thing in the middle of the room. I had put marble patterned cloth over that, and changed from my day attire into something more... deathly.
I wore a midevil fashioned dress, black from head to toe. There was a wig on my head making my hair the richest of copper red instead of the wild color it normally was. Curls and ringlets of all sorts. Full skirt, real corset, the works. A piece my cousin had let me borrow from his collection. We have a deal going on. He lets me borrow his clothing, and I take pictures he uses to show people what he does. It works out well.
I was sitting on the marble, in the cold as death room. I opened my crystal blue eyes and let them glaze over, I was as still as death, lying in the middle of the classroom when the door opened...