Flowers Blooming {Open

[TIFFANY 'THANATOS' TALBOT]

Tiffany enjoyed Spring, the weather was warm and held a delightful breeze and the flowers were blooming. Perfect picture weather, really, and she had been itching for some time to be able to go out and snap some shots. The only recent patients involved head colds and broken arms, hardly people that needed a pleasant attitude to keep their mind away from the fact that death was inching it's way towards them as was its manner. Of course there were those that did live, she had a drawer full of Thank You notes to prove it. Tiffany wasn't a doctor -yet, she still had several more years of college to finish, but that hardly meant she didn't helpful. After all, some of the best doctors didn't hold death at her fingertips like she had many times over. Her smile had become what many dying patients had looked to as she gave them the death they craved.

Tiffany strolled along one of the sidewalks that winded through Central Park, long fingers grasping a rather expensive looking camera lifted and ready. She lived a middle class life but did enjoy spoiling herself from time to time and the camera was worth it. The sight of a bounding shepherd dog caught Tiffany's interest, picture perfect! After snapping several rather decent shots she lost her interest in the animal.

The woman's choice of clothing always ranged, today it was casual and comfortable. A pair of jeans with frayed spots, her favorite pair of black Converse shoes and an old shirt she had gotten several years ago from a concert. Long brown tresses were pulled back into a messy ponytail, no reason to get all dressed up for a lazy day like this. Tiffany found a seat under a tree, taking a break to watch toddlers play about. A group of teenagers ran after a soccer ball, during high school she had enjoyed the sport quite well. Her long legs and athletic build had been extremely helpful factors.

Once again Tiffany lifted the camera, ready to catch a snapshot of the next person that walked by. Many had enjoyed getting their photo taken, to the point where she ended up creating a website so that the people would retrieve them if they pleased.

[VICTORIA FRANKENSTEIN]

Victoria once again found herself in Central Park. From her first year, first month, in New York, she knew that while Central Park held no compare to the sights of Geneva, it was still certainly very pretty. She had spent the last forty-five minutes wandering about the park. Though this time, she was bothered a bit, even in the bloom of spring, the colors didn't seem as vibrant. Even the blooming Muscari didn't hold the same appeal they did in years previous.

The Muscari, she had come to love them early in her days in New York. They reminded her of the flowers in Geneva. While she loved the flowers for their own quaint beauty, but in those first few weeks she was sunk rather deeply in nostalgia. She noted that she was still rather sunk in nostalgia, as she stared at one stalk in particular, willing the purple back into the blooms. She sighed and walked on.

As another hair sprung free from the bun she had been re-fixing her unruly hair into all day, she couldn't help the exasperated huff and ensuing yank to pull her hair tie free of her misbehaved locks. She stuffed the tie into the right pocket of her dark wash jeans, and let her hair lie as it liked down the back of her floral print blouse. She wanted to be irritated, but as no logical reason presented itself, she simply furrowed her brow and managed an unamused smile.

She made up her mind to visit a flower shop she was familiar with and smell the fake roses before she headed home. With this mission in mind, she had hardly noticed the camera pointed in her direction. Not that she was unused to such a thing, but she was so infrequently absorbed with such depth.

[TIFFANY 'THANATOS' TALBOT]

After trips to many different parts of the world New York didn't have to appeal to Tiffany as it may have for the many visiting tourists that roamed the streets at this time of year. She did love the place, for many years the city had been her home and to permanently leave would cause her to abandon the many things she had grown up to. The level of trust she Tiffany received at work was something that couldn't be gained easily, to move would make it impossible to gain it again. So yes, daily the woman uttered prayers under her breath that there would never be anything to cause her to have the need to leave her home.

It would have been a good day for a picnic but considering it was Tuesday and two in the evening most of her friends were at work so alone she sat. If she sat still long enough a curious squirrel would edge up to her, sniffing her shoes before a twitch of her fingers would send it darting off into the nearest tree. When in photography one's reflexes soon become quick, a good thing because it let Tiffany catch a picture in time as the little animal made a jump for the trunk of the tree. With that done she rested her back against the tree she rested under, thankful for the shade that kept the sun out of her eyes.

Really her camera hadn't been searching for anything specific when the woman walked into it's path of focus, adjust the lenses so that it wouldn't be so focused on her face. While most of her relationships had been with men it would be a lie to say that Tiffany's eyes didn't stray over another woman's face and body with a look of appreciation. When you're as open and friendly as Tiffany being attracted to both sexes happened. But she didn't plan to start flirting, really she wasn't in that kind of mood.

Still, the click of her camera would surely catch the woman's attention if she hadn't noticed Tiffany already.

[VICTORIA FRANKENSTEIN]

{Ta-Da! Sorry for taking so long!!!}

Victoria heard a click and turned in the direction of the sound. See had noticed the woman with the camera, but hadn’t given her more than a seconds thought. She had been thinking, so, it wasn’t unusual for her countenance to be a bit scowl-y, but she was not beyond her manners and she flashed a smile towards the woman, hoping that the indiscretion would go unnoticed.

She couldn’t inspect the camera carefully from such a distance, but she could tell that it was valued. It reminded her of Wesley’s obsession with cameras. Back in Geneva, his room was rather full of the contraptions. Ranging from ancient models, to the most newly released. Wesley had this one he treasured particularly well, and it was an odd day out when Wesley couldn’t be found trailing Victoria, favored camera poised as if for a strike.

While Victoria had never really formed an opinion on the subject, people had always told her that she was particularly photogenic. Her mother loved to go through the albums with pictures of Victoria as a child. Unlike most mothers, Caroline had never kept any of those photos that had captured her young daughter in some marginally compromising or embarrassing position. With the face her father needed to keep, it was imperative that the family had no embarrassing secrets to be let out.

So, Victoria wasn’t quite bothered by the resounding click that she had always been so familiar with, but it did pique her interest. What new person wanted to capture her likeness? Victoria walked over to where the woman in jeans sat.