Samuel Durant (Jul 11, 2011 3:22:33 AM)
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Brendan Sanaki (Jul 11, 2011 3:35:14 AM)
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Brendan Sanaki (Jul 11, 2011 3:38:13 AM)
Brendan followed Samuel up the stairs, his nose wrinkling at the smell though he didn't comment. Stepping into the apartment, he looked around, then looked at Samuel. "You live here by yourself?"

Samuel Durant (Jul 11, 2011 3:41:20 AM)
*The apartment itself was much like the external apartment complex. It was narrow, humid, stagnant and crooked, but at least it smelled better! Granted, it smelled a bit dusty, but Samuel crossed the small studio to open up the one window he had, outside of the small vent-window in the bathroom. That's all it was, really. A bedroom and a bathroom, nothing more, with a small bed, a desk, a chair and a small dresser. But the walls were covered with pictures--black and white predominantly, though some were color. All, however, were veritably breathtaking in angle, skill and composition. And they came from every walk of life, from beautiful women dressed in finery lost in thought amidst luxury to toothless whores with vacant stares and broad smiles. Life was on those walls, frozen in time and captured with such richness and honesty, it was moving just to look upon it. Samuel kicked off some of the dirty clothes to push them under his small bed, an empty bag of chips gathered up and put in the trash can. At the si

Samuel Durant (Jul 11, 2011 3:42:07 AM)
single window, a few trinkets were here and there, small little figures carved from stone or bone, and on top of the dresser were books in several different languages.* Yeah. *Samuel looked at him, the smile faint.* It's small, but it's a place to sleep, you know?

Brendan Sanaki (Jul 11, 2011 3:45:59 AM)
"Why don't you live someplace better?" Samuel asked frankly as he looked at the pictures, one after the other, intently. Pausing, that intense gaze swung over to Samuel, watching him. "I mean, there's great old studios by the Quarter. Bigger, better lighting, everything."

Samuel Durant (Jul 11, 2011 3:50:03 AM)
...I make five hundred dollars a month, Brendan. *He said quietly, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. It was probably the most comfortable place to sit, and Samuel looked somewhat embarassed by having to explain himself. Picking at the slightly bloodied tear in the knee of his corduroy pants, he frowned and nearly bent in half, trying to get a good look at his knee through the torn fabric.*

Brendan Sanaki (Jul 11, 2011 3:52:16 AM)
"Oh..well sell some of your work! These are some amazing shots, Samuel. You're really talented."

Samuel Durant (Jul 11, 2011 3:54:21 AM)
I'm just an intern right now. The paper picks what they can use and what they can't, and that's all I can really hope for. I usually sell a few a month to the paper, and that pays for rent and a little food. *He lifted a shoulder, scratching at his elbow once his knee was given up on. It wasn't that bad, and he was used to his clothes having random tears or holes in them.*

Brendan Sanaki (Jul 11, 2011 3:56:51 AM)
"You could sell this stuff freelance, you know?" He turned to face Samuel, studying him, then he smiled, going over to him. "But hey, who cares right? No leaks here, you've got someplace to sleep and store your work, that's all that really matters/

Samuel Durant (Jul 11, 2011 3:58:14 AM)
Yeah. *The smile was a simple one, but he seemed happy. Mostly. Optimistic at least! Looking up at Brendan from his seat, he looked away to the walls, scanning the pictures. Pushing some hair behind his ear, he cleared his throat.* It seems weird, you know. Trying to sell them. They always feel personal, and if someone doesn't like them, I don't know. I guess I need thicker skin or something.

Brendan Sanaki (Jul 11, 2011 4:03:04 AM)
"So just..you know, sell privately. I don't guess you've got a laptop or something, do you?" He moved to sit by Samuel, looking just as relaxed there as he'd been out on the street.

Samuel Durant (Jul 11, 2011 4:08:06 AM)
Nope. *The smile bordred on apologetic as he watched him, maybe a bit fascinated by Brendan as he was with the rest of the world. Itching to take his picture, he kept his hands busy by fidgeting with a frayed thread from his t-shirt.* Can't afford one. I have my camera and my bike. That's really it as far as expensive things. I don't think I'd want to keep a computer here, you know? They don't care about the pictures...but the rest. I don't want to keep things they'd take. I sleep with my bicycle in the room. Haven't lost it yet.

Brendan Sanaki (Jul 11, 2011 4:11:42 AM)
"How do you get these? I mean, don't you have to edit them and stuff? And who the crap is they?" He frowned, suddenly feeling rather protective for the bashful young man.

Samuel Durant (Jul 11, 2011 4:14:42 AM)
I don't know. Just...people. *It was painfully obvious that Samuel wasn't telling the whole truth as he looked away from him, his face turning color.* They come here every once in a while, toss my stuff around when I'm not here. Sometimes I can barely tell. Sometimes it's just a few things out of place. Other times, it's like....I don't know. They were angry or looking for something in particular. *He rubbed at his brow, trying to dispel any tension there before pushing his lengthening, unruly hair from his face.* I do most of these at work. Get them developed through work, since most of them are for editorials or news articles. Most of these are just the ones they rejected. Of course...some of them I develop here. My bathroom is kind of a...makeshift dark room, so I don't use it often. Other than for that.

Samuel Durant (Jul 11, 2011 4:25:53 AM)
(Hokay. Guess I lost you again. Night.)

Samuel Durant (Jul 11, 2011 4:25:55 AM)
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Brendan Sanaki (Jul 11, 2011 4:53:18 AM)
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