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Post by summer on Aug 8, 2011 23:00:47 GMT
  I don’t know why, but staring at this flyer for five minute straight only makes the feeling of failure get worse and worse. Isla thought as she eyes flitted over her photographer advertisements for the billionth time. It’s been at least two weeks since she’d put up this particular flyer. In that amount of time, she had one call from a guy asking if she did nude shots. What the fuck. She was too stunned to even say anything past a few embarrassing stutters and promptly jabbed the ‘end call’ button on her phone after her fit of severe hyperventilation. Isla visibly shuddered at the memory. Did people think she ran a whore house or what? It’s Vegas! There are thousands of other more ‘professional’ people they could talk to. Why tarnish such an innocent method of advertisement with booty calls! Especially to her virgin ears!
There were three tears at the bottom of the paper, meaning that three people have taken her number in to account but the chances of them not misplacing them or tearing it to shreds (oh those cynics!) were pretty near a hundred percent. The disheartening drown on her face grew into a puppy eyed pout during those long five minutes. As if staring at the page with doe eyes would help get her a gig … Isla heaved out a heavy sigh, wondering if she should have put up more copies around campus and downtown Las Vegas - family friendly venues only of course. She didn’t want a repeat call of creepy nudist guy or anything along those lines. She lifted her right hand to run it lazily through her hair, a very becoming habit, only to find herself touching air. She hit her forehead slightly at her moment of stupidity, remembering that she had tied it in a high messy bun just that morning. Isla grumbled several inaudible words while turning her heels to head off to class, only to find herself running into a unknown figure. Great. Who put a wall here.
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MICAH RODRIGUEZ
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Post by MICAH RODRIGUEZ on Aug 14, 2011 4:06:11 GMT
  Summer is still here? Wonderful. Micah huffed to himself in his own mind. Walking down the street in the middle of the day when it was beaming down hot shiny light, while he was wearing black, and pants. How smart of him. At least he had the shades right? If Micah could have worn those shades everyday, he would. Just because of the fact, that they were his favorite, but he had many others but with different colors so he had to give each of them a chance anyways.
Lately he'd been craving a coffee, and normally he would have just made one at home ,but Starbucks was what he was going for. Micah's pocket started playing "StupidFaced" by Wallpaper, and his lips lifted into a smile, it was actually shocking that he didn't chuckle, because normally he would have. The song was just entertaining and unusual and fun, those were the reasons why it was his ringtone. Pulling out the phone, Micah quickly unlocked the code of the touch screen then accepted the call from his mother. Every once in a while, his mom would call to check up on their son, and this time she was yelling at him in Spanish, and knowing how those touch phones could be, just about every person he had passed had to look at him with some kind of look.
Yes, mom. I know. I know I have to come see you all. Yeah, I know I'm uncle...ye- Micah was so focused on shutting up his mother that he didn't realize that the young looking girl was coming towards him. Once he'd bumped into her, he didn't notice who she was so he automatically started saying his apologies, before he focused his eyes more on her face and a smile was lifted onto his face. Going quiet and his mother yelling in the background with the most thick accent "Micah!", Micah turned his body stopped and laughed. Mom, I'll call you later. Clicking the end button, Micah nudged Isla gently. God, Isla, watch wear you are going.
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Post by summer on Aug 15, 2011 2:56:44 GMT
Her automatic response would have been to stammer a quick apology and awkwardly scurry away, if not for the recognizable voice talking frustratingly into his cell phone. Not only was his voice a dead give-away, the ear wrenching chatter on the only line could only be define as a nagging madre Rodriguez. That woman was crazy and over bearing, just about everything a good mother should be. Isla’s eyes connected with Micah’s and she returned his vibrant smile with one of her own. ”I could say the same to you Rodriguez!” She sneered in a mocking tone.
Soon after their hellos, Isla’s eyes did a quick one over of Micah. He’d always been a really fit kid and as fashionable as any carrier of a Y chromosome could be short of being gay or metro sexual. Yet his of clothing for the day could only raise her eyebrows. The color palette could only be described in one simple word: black. If not for the snug fit and laid back shades, she would say he was planning to attend a funeral. It was absolutely somber and she made sure he knew it. ”Trying out the bad boy look or something? All you need is a black leather jacket?” She kidded with a smile. They both knew Micah was anything short of being a “bad boy”. That was like saying the sun is green. ”It’s actually a bit depressing and depressing doesn’t look good on you. I on the other hand …” Isla let out the most defeated sigh in the history of sighs. Her eyes drifted towards her ad. A pout automatically appeared on her face. Yes, depressing looks great on me right now.
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Post by MICAH RODRIGUEZ on Aug 20, 2011 15:46:53 GMT
Only for a moment was Micah distracted by the heat of the sun. Isla, non-surprisingly, joking back with him made him smile even wider. Stopping in his tracks, he also looked over Isla's outfit. Nothing different from what he would always see her in, she always made him look like a poor kid that was for sure, but after all he was one. Under all of his uncle's money, he would be either living with his parent's like his other siblings or on the streets, but knowing Micah, that wouldn't happen either, he'd be working his ass off trying to get out of the house or the streets as soon as possible.
Before Isla could even begin to say something about how dark his outfit was, Micah rolled his eyes jokingly and nodded waiting for it. There it was. Laughing Micah shrugged after all of her "depressing" speech. I know, Isla, but I'm not always dressed in color. Sometimes I have to rock the dull colors too. Micah laughed once again before turning to look where her eyes were connected to. Squinting he read at least the headline with big letters, soon enough he got the idea. Sighing he put on a lopsided smile and turned his body back around and let his eyes sit upon Isla. Not much hope since the porno dude called you?
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Post by summer on Aug 24, 2011 22:02:22 GMT
Isla rolled her eyes at Micah’s ‘dull’ comment while keeping a smirk on her face. Every girl knows black can be a bold color as much as it can be slimming. ”Absolutely no hope at all. Come back to me in a few months and if I don’t get any other offers I might just have to call back porno guy.” She joked though it was only at her expense. You would be amazed at what lengths she would go to get someone to crack a smile. Luckily for her, Micah was the kind of guy to have a natural grin on his adorable face on a daily basis. He wasn’t apart of a tough crowd at all.
Hooking her arms with his, she began leading them towards the opposite direct of the forum and her photography slyer, instead steering them to the nearest street. ”I don’t want to mull around thinking about my disaster of an advertisement. Lets head out for some artistic therapy shall we?” Isla suggested with a lighthearted smile, glancing up at Micah’s face to gauge his reaction. ”We can share my camera?” She continued to bribe, noticing he did not carry a bag. One of the perks of being a girl was trudging along a big old purse filled with crap (or in her case, heavy camera equipment). You never know when the opportunities of an impromptu photo shoot may emerge! ”I’ll let you test out my new lense?” Isla added further, sweetening the already generous deal. It’s not everyday she lent out her ‘baby’ to just anyone. Not that Micah was ‘just anyone’ of course. He was one of three that Isla wouldn’t even hesitate to give temporary custody of her baby, the other two being her mother and father. (but that was more of a parental rights kind of situation. It goes with that, ‘I bought it so technically its mine’ rule.)
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Post by MICAH RODRIGUEZ on Aug 28, 2011 19:20:16 GMT
Micah stood there and by now his smile had faded, since he had to wipe the sweat from his forehead from it being smothered underneath his black hat, but couldn't help but to laugh once Isla had made her joke. She was to cute. Her little outfits and always happy, well not always, but she was to Micah at least. He'd seen her down times and her up times, but most of the time infront of everyone she was happy, so how could you not call Isla the pocket of sunshine?
Linking his arms with hers he laughed again and walked with her direction. She'd said something about basically doing some photography, and of course she had him in the palm of her hand at that point, and the camera was just icing on top of the cake. Smiling he let Isla finish her begging and looked down at her. I'd love to.
wearing - This
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notes - (:
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