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Post by downcastmercy on Mar 13, 2007 21:12:22 GMT -5
Regan Vance patted the back pocket of his worn out, black jeans as he walked up to the local coffee shop. Satisfied that his trusty notebook and pen hadn't disappeared on him, he entered the quaint little hangout populated scarcely by people who just wanted some peace. He walked over to the homely fire place and sat on the red couch. This is where he agreed to meet the woman he was going to interview for his newest project. He'd seen and heard about her work a good bit, but this would be the first time he met her, or saw her for that matter.
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Post by despyrit on Mar 13, 2007 21:18:59 GMT -5
Elyon Jones looked down at the sheet of scrap paper in her hand for probably the fifth time. SHe had the right place. She shoved the piece of paper into her camera bag and smoothed down her black-and-white plad shirt as she opened the door, looking around. She made her way to the fire place and red couch, pulling down at the bottom hem of her one-sleeved black shirt as she stopped at the couch.
"Excuse me," she grinned at Regan, "Would you be Mr. Vance?"
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Post by downcastmercy on Mar 13, 2007 21:25:23 GMT -5
Regan had been fixing his glasses when he heard her voice. He looked up at Eylon, only to see a feminine blur. So he quickly put on his glasses and looked back at her. "Oh!" He stumbled to his feet, to be polite. "Yes, I'm Regan Vance." He smiled fully at her, holding out his hand.
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Post by despyrit on Mar 13, 2007 21:28:41 GMT -5
Elyon couldn't help but giggle a little at Regan as he stumbled to his feet.
"It's nice to meet you," she said, taking Regan's hand in a shake as she looked him up and down to study him, "I'm Elyon Jones, obviously. I mean, why else would I be seeking you out here?"
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Post by downcastmercy on Mar 13, 2007 21:30:56 GMT -5
Regan nodded, grinning a little goofily at her. He stood there for a moment and then fumbled his notebook. "Oh, um, please sit down." He laughed a bit, nervously, and sat back down on the couch. He opened his notepad to a clean sheet and pulled out his pen. "Thanks for coming down today."
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Post by despyrit on Mar 13, 2007 21:35:49 GMT -5
"No problem," Elyon grinned, sitting down. She was a little glad to. She didn't have any problems with her height, but Regan was about a half-foot taller than she was. "I'm surprised someone wanted to interview me." Elyon grinned at Regan, giggling again. He was nervous, and she shouldn't be finding it amusing, but she couldn't help it.
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Post by downcastmercy on Mar 13, 2007 21:39:38 GMT -5
Regan grinned sheepishly at her. "Well, I've seen her work and I really like it." He hesitated for a moment, writing something down. "All right, right into it, then. Initially, what made you want to start photographing?" He looked up from his notebook, pushing his glasses up his nose. He had been thinking of questions since she agreed to the interview, but he found that he was forgetting them now. Normally, communication was not an issure for him.
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Post by despyrit on Mar 13, 2007 21:43:30 GMT -5
Elyon gave a light shrug. "I can't really remember. I picked up my first camera when I was five years old and fell in love with it," she explained, brushing some of her hair from her eye, just to have it fall there again. "It's what I've always done and what I love." Elyon paused. "And that just sounded completely cliché." She laughed a bit.
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Post by downcastmercy on Mar 13, 2007 21:52:32 GMT -5
Regan shook his head. "No, it didn't. But, could you eleborate on how you feel?" He wasn't like most other reporters who wanted facts and gossip. He wanted to know the more emotional, opinionated side of anyone's story. The truth like what other reporters wanted, but in a different manner. He wanted the heart. He never told anyone though. They would only laugh at him and tell him to, 'Shape up.'
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Post by despyrit on Mar 13, 2007 21:55:47 GMT -5
Elyon blinked. "How I feel?" she asked, "I never really thought about it. Well...Photography is my life. When I was young, it was my securty...My 'safty blanket'." Elyon's cheeks went a light pink. "That sounds completely childish..." she said. She didn't know why she was saying to much around Regan. There was just something about him that made her want to explain everything. "You see, my family moved a lot when I was a child. Photography was the one thing I could always have with me," she explained.
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Post by downcastmercy on Mar 13, 2007 21:57:59 GMT -5
Regan listened to her intently, watching her softly. "So it was more than just a hobby. Was your father in the military?"
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Post by despyrit on Mar 13, 2007 22:09:28 GMT -5
"Mother was," Elyon said simply, "Wasn't much of a childhood, moving constantly. But I grew up just fine." Elyon grinned brightly at the last comment.
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Post by downcastmercy on Mar 13, 2007 22:12:16 GMT -5
Regan smiled at her. "That's good to hear." He paused for a moment, just smiling at her. "So, what would you say is your favorite subject to capture?"
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Post by despyrit on Mar 13, 2007 22:15:03 GMT -5
"People," Elyon said without hesitation, "No matter how many pictures you get, they always seem to be unique. People are unpredictable and can become the most interesting models for pictures."
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Post by downcastmercy on Mar 13, 2007 22:17:32 GMT -5
Regan nodded, scribbling down quick notes. "It's almost the same with me. I love to write about people because everyone is so unique and always has a different story." He smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, this isn't about me."
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