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Jesse Renn | 29 | Photographer

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“Do you have enough Cameras?”

“How is that even a valid question?”

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eliasamiri​:

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Photography was not something Elias could not enjoy. Whilst he knew and appreciated the talent behind manipulating the light and scenery to create the perfect shot, being blind left him little to no way to enjoy the finished product. Even having to deal with a photographer already had him on edge. He felt inferior and unsure whether or not they could ever possibly see eye to eye. 

As he entered the studio, the sudden echo was disorientating. He heard the stranger call out to him, but they sounded impossibly far away. “Alright, no worries, man. I’ll just be here.” he replied, too nervous to try and go to find a seat or something else to pass time. Instead, he stood idly by the front door, ever so gently tapping the tip of his cane off of the wooden floor, trying to gradually give himself an estimation of the size and shape of the building. “You don’t have water up here, do you?” he broke the silence after a few moments, unable to handle it any longer. “It was a long walk here, my throat’s kinda dry…” he explained, trying, albeit poorly, to hide his nerves.

Jesse heard the question and turned to say something but eyed the stick tapping against the ground. Brow perked, but Jesse decided this was one person who had it hard enough without him having his usual level of people skills. “Sure. Here.” He murmured. Eyeing the other for a moment, he slid a stool over. “Somewhere to sit, and there’s a desk just to your right.” Moving back to his table, he began putting his camera together. “So... what brings you to me? Looking to get any photos taken specifically?”

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callmexkai​:​

Kai had seen the door open and headed over to escape from the rain. He pushed his long damp hair back from his face, looking over at the voice. “Hey, sorry, man. I’m not even sure where I am?” He glanced around. “Arty?”

Jesse glanced up at the other, brow furrowed. “.... no problem.” He murmured, looking back to his collage. ‘Be polite, be polite, this is the shop, not home.’ He had to chant to himself in his head. Standing, he tucked his hands in his back pocket. “Something like that.” Head tilting, he hummed. Something was missing, he was sure of it. But what, he couldn’t even begin to say. “You’re in my photography studio. Name’s Jesse.” Grabbing a towel off the rack from earlier, now warm from hanging over the heater, he tossed it to the stranger. “You often just run in wherever in a downpour?”

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There were a handful of things Jesse was painfully aware of. How much he didn't like being out in public, yet how necessary it was for his job. How much he didn't like conversation, yet how necessary it was for his job. How he didn't like people eyeing him over, but again, people needed to look directly at him for his job. Life's cruel irony truly playing a part in his state of being. Still, once in a while when he met someone, that overly cautious, ready to run, hellfire fueled need to book it wasn't so loud in his head. Today, he was giving whomever his client to be was that chance. Or was it an appointment with a client he'd already had? Either way as the buzzer went off, he clicked the button to allow them in while he worked on a carefully cultivated collage of night sky shots. As the door to his studio opened, he gnawed on his lip. "Just one second..."

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