Re: The Delicious Engagement [Round 0: Do Something Interesting]
06-03-2010, 06:23 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
There was a bunch of shouting and anger going around, but the photographer wasn't worried about it anymore. It wasn't his problem. He wasn't standing anywhere near the problem and if he wasn't near the problem, then he didn't have to worry about it. Right? Right.
He didn't do much on the sidelines besides mutter a little and take whatever pictures he felt were interesting. When a giant pie fell from the sky, he simply covered up the camera. When the uptight angel shouted that he was going to kill everybody, the photographer just ignored him because Sirius wasn't talking about him. He wasn't in the group. He only took pictures.
And he saw a nice one right over there. Instinctively, Photographer snapped a picture and looked at the display. The angel in mid-kick, his form about to connect with the boy he had been talking to. (Attempting to at least.) This was what Bossman would have called 'an authority figure attacking the little man,' a picture that he always wanted because it sold papers. Everybody likes hating authority figures.
Looking up again, the photographer couldn't help but notice that the angel was now glaring at him, as though he shouldn't have taken that picture. Denial can only do so much.
Sirius, looking just about snapped, slowly strode over to the photographer, who looked around wildly for any feasible escape route.
There was a bunch of shouting and anger going around, but the photographer wasn't worried about it anymore. It wasn't his problem. He wasn't standing anywhere near the problem and if he wasn't near the problem, then he didn't have to worry about it. Right? Right.
He didn't do much on the sidelines besides mutter a little and take whatever pictures he felt were interesting. When a giant pie fell from the sky, he simply covered up the camera. When the uptight angel shouted that he was going to kill everybody, the photographer just ignored him because Sirius wasn't talking about him. He wasn't in the group. He only took pictures.
And he saw a nice one right over there. Instinctively, Photographer snapped a picture and looked at the display. The angel in mid-kick, his form about to connect with the boy he had been talking to. (Attempting to at least.) This was what Bossman would have called 'an authority figure attacking the little man,' a picture that he always wanted because it sold papers. Everybody likes hating authority figures.
Looking up again, the photographer couldn't help but notice that the angel was now glaring at him, as though he shouldn't have taken that picture. Denial can only do so much.
Sirius, looking just about snapped, slowly strode over to the photographer, who looked around wildly for any feasible escape route.