painting flowers.(Courtney)

[anais enyo argyros;]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]529 WORDS FOR COURTNEY<3 I'm sorry it's crummy! DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;] Anais opened the door into the lounge, drawing in a breath to calm fringed nerves. The Grecian ran a slender hand through her brunette locks, attempting to disentangle the ends that had become victim to the wind outside. Shuffling further in the door she adjusted the camera that hung from her neck and clutched her bag close to her body in order to fit through the rather small door. Closing it softly behind her she glanced up and surveyed a thankfully empty lounge room. Tossing her bag on and open chair to free both arms she began to finger-comb her long hair. Watching the viscious wind outside only caused her to glare out the window in the lounge, loathing the fact that not only had it destroyed a perfect hair-day but also a chance to get great snapshots. Sighing and dropping her hands from her head, submitting to the fact that her hair was bound to get tangled once more after she left the safety of the lounge, Anais stalked towards the mini fridge. Grabbing a water from the fully stocked fridge she dropped her slender form into the chair and took a sip from the cooled water. Today she'd planned on doing a bit of random photographing, not putting the band members of Matchwork in specific places but instead catching them when they were just being themselves and doing ridiculous things non-rock stars did. People went wild over that stuff, and if it sold that meant her commission was good, sometimes even great. Picking at the simple black sweater she'd chosen and skinny jeans matched with a pair of black heels she blew off time, clearly giving up on the notion of having a successful day. At least the band didn't have a concert tonight, that much was a bonus. It not only meant she was free for most of the day but also that she was free later on that night. Turning her attention to the camera sitting beside her she began scrolling through the images, dedicated to the fact that maybe she could at least delete the bad images. As a serious photographer Anais loved her job. It'd litterally saved her life. Without the income from the band she'd no doubt be stuck flipping burgers or dumping coffee all over customers in a restaurant. And that thought held little appeal. The Grecian had been thankful for the opportunity granted to her on the tour, and took great pride in her work. It wasn't always an easy task dealing with grumpy band members, and adjusting lighting. Of course, Anais had a soft spot for her fellow photographers and the make-up artists. It at times seemed like band members loved to take out their irritation on their crew. Glancing up from her camera Anais shot another glare out the window before dropping her attention back to her camera. The idea of going outside anytime soon had gone up in smoke the second she'd saw the dirt devils forming from the wind. "At least I'll be able to go through these images then.." The comment had been made to herself, a mumbling of her thoughts as she concentrated on the camera. [/style]

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[courtney jayn thompson;]

cause i'd fill the open air, and leave tear drops everywhere you'd think me rude, but i would just stand and stare

Another morning of work for Courtney, working for a band of girls, its not that she didn’t like it, it just that girl on girl always causes a few clashes. Courtney began to pack her make up kit with various, foundation, mascaras and eyeshadow, today she wanted to go for a more natural look on the girls, something that there probably not used to and don’t use that often. After packing everything into her metallic make-up box Courtney slipped on her black dolly shoes and open her door. Court walked out of her house wearing a white floaty blouse tucked into a pair of black high waisted shorts with her hair down in a messy, scruffy but work like look.

Courtney’s job meant a lot to her because it was one of the few things she could do at her best, being on a tour meant that she could meet new people everyday which is what she loved most about her job other than meeting famous bands too. Sometimes it could be hard work but the enjoyment she got out of it outweighed the negatives of being a make-up artist on a tour.

Courtney walked into the lounge because she was early anyway and sat down dropping her heavy make-up box onto the floor slowly dipping herself into the cushion before realising another girl was sitting opposite of her looking through what looked like a very technical camera. She glanced admiring her sense of fashion and messy hair which all seemed to work for her. Courtney edged forward on her chair to introduce herself Hey, I’m Courtney

[/b] with a smile and friendly voice, she paused and watched her reaction, then waited for a reply while reaching into her make-up box too reorganise things that had fallen on the journey there. It was normal for Courtney to be polite and friendly it was like she has never seen bad in anyone.

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[anais enyo argyros;]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]351 WORDS FOR COURTNEY<3 They're going to get along great lol DREAM [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;] Anais managed to make it through her photos, and was going through them a second time to make sure before a female voice reached out to her. Shocked and shifting in her seat she jerked her head up and saw a gorgeous blonde sitting before her who'd clearly introduced herself. The girl was shifting components in a make-up bag so it didn't take long for Anais to at least connect the dots that she was a make-up artist. They carried around their make-up bags just as much as Anais carried around her beloved camera. Shooting the girl who'd introduced herself a wide grin Anais nodded, her brunette locks dropping about her shoulders. Though she'd met many a people on the tour Anais had yet to meet someone who she could actually see herself spending several hours around. "Ello! Nice to meet you Courtney, I'm Anais." Her lilting Greek accent pulled gently on her words, adding a foreign touch that often caused others to immediately ask her where she was from. So instead of waiting for the forth-coming question she went ahead and answered it. "And yes, I'm from Greece." Anais grinned once more, laughing at her own words as she smiled at Courtney. The make-up artist didn't seem half bad, and having a decent conversation on a cruddy day would prove entertaining enough. "Are you a refugee from these winds too?" Anais grinned once more, fiddling with the camera settled in her lap. Tightening the lens cap and shutting off the camera she glanced back up at Courtney. "Make-up artist eh? What band if you don't mind my asking?" As she spoke Anais nodded towards the make-up bag in Courtney's hands, her polite conversation coming easily enough to her. Often times Anais had proved to be a handful for many people therefore her friendships were often on few and far between, but if they happened Anais was certainly a loyal friend. "I photograph the band Matchwork." Pride radiated in her vocals as she spoke of her work. It wasn't everyday that someone had their dream job and was thoroughly pleased with it. [/style]

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