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[hunter gable oldbury]

The only good thing about covering theatre functions was the free food put on for those with press passes. Hunter much preferred it when he had assignments that allowed him to travel the world, snapping images that were awe inspiring. However, right now he was grounded on health reasons and that meant he was stuck working the tedious tasks, shooting the cast of the latest Broadway hit, and following restaurant openings until his doctor cleared him to fly again. It had only been a bad case of the flu, but given his past with his heart there was always the one doctor who would be a little more overprotective than others when it came to checking out his file and doling out the antibiotics. At least he got doughnuts and great coffee out of this deal, even if he did have to put up with one of the more annoying reviewers from the Entertainment section of the New Yorker.

He took pride in his work, but there were menial jobs that he wished would be passed on to the newbies at the paper. Anyone could handle this, and Hunter could think of a million better ways he would rather be spending his evening. New York was a city full of bars where he could be knocking back and cold one and hanging out with friends. He could be planning out his next trip on the water when he made use of his vacation time in the spring, or catching up with his sister. Hunter wasn’t a theatre man, and this wasn’t his kind of entertainment. He just took a silent thanks in the fact that he only had to snap a few photos and then he could get out of there; he didn’t have to stick around to watch the show. He hadn’t even heard of the writer a group of giddy reviewers in the corner were talking about, but they were definitely making a big deal out of him.

Grabbing another doughnut from the table, Hunter devoured it in three bites, and wiped his fingers on his jeans before he picked his camera out of his case. He checked the settings for the third time, having really very little else to do to pass the time with, and then hung it around his neck. He just wanted to get the photos his editor wanted from him, and then get them ready for handing in tomorrow morning. The quicker this whole job was done the better it would be. Hunter doubted that the next one could be quite as dull as this night was turning out to be. So far, there was a whole lot of waiting involved and all Hunter needed was one, maybe two images of this brightly talented cast of actors to stick next to an article and a review about Broadway’s finest. He was starting to wonder if anyone had passed on the memo about him being there at all. He seemed to be the only photographer in a room full of journalists, reviewers and bloggers.

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LYRICS! Do It Anyway - - - Martina McBride
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[Georgie Alyson Parsons]

Georgie’s life these days were anything but dull. She was up at dawn to get a head start on the day and curled up in bed well after midnight. It was the same every day with little time for any of the errands she needed to run. But she wouldn’t have had it any other way. She thrived on being busy, on sorting things out and making things work in her favour. Any time she got some free time to herself, she didn’t actually know what to do with herself. She caught up on the books she had in her room and she did a bit of shopping, her wardrobe always needed new pieces in it. And even then she wasn’t really off the clock. She had her phone on at all times and answered calls even when she was adding to her collection of shoes or accessories.

Of course, today wasn’t one of those days where she could take calls while she was fitting herself with a new pair of Louboutins. She had actual work to do around the house before having to put her acting cap on. She took a couple calls while she was making breakfast and another one while she was doing the cleaning up afterwards. It wasn’t part of her job exactly but cleaning the house and cooking meals calmed her when she had a big speech like this coming up. She needed to keep busy or else she would pace a whole in the floor with the excited energy running through her. This was the part she loved most about working for Dmitri, being the face of his company so to speak. She wasn’t just his personal live-in assistant, she was everything. He wrote the plays and she made sure the business end of things went off without a hitch. And if there was a hitch well, she and the team her boss’s brother personally hired ran up one side and down the other, all with a sweet smile on her face.

Just because her boss was a recluse didn’t mean people could take advantage of him; her job essentially was the muscle. And Georgie loved it. When it was time, she got herself ready, dressed in a sleek black dress and stopped by Dmitri’s room to let him know she was leaving for the Theatre and that she would be back when the play was finished. Then she was out of the apartment, in the ordered car and zooming through the streets of New York with a chatty Edward. It was opening night and that meant a short speech and a mingling session she wasn’t all that excited about. Surprisingly, Georgie didn’t do small talk all that well. She could pull it off but she didn’t stick around long enough usually to get further than “how are you today?”. The director greeted her at the Theatre door, taking her coat once they were inside. She didn’t quite understand why she needed to give a short speech for the press. They would get to see all they needed when they lights flickered, signaling the start of the play. The cast was incredible, she’d seen them through the dress rehearsal the night before. Georgie stopped at the refreshment table, looking over her choices before grabbing a bottle of water and leaving it at that. “Excited for the performance?” She asked the random man standing next to her with a camera around his neck. In a few moments, she would have to speak in front of everyone but for the time being, she could pretend she was just another person in the crowd

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[hunter gable oldbury]

Hunter didn’t see the appeal of the theatre if he was honest. He also didn’t see the appeal of cinema outings, but then he wasn’t a man who could sit still for very long. He didn’t enjoy the idea of wasting two hours of his life sitting in front of a TV screen when he could be doing other things that would involve him seeing people or seeing sights of the world. Losing his parents at a young age had only allowed Hunter to understand that life wasn’t always fair or as long as some of those life insurance commercials seemed to make out. Plus, he had been through open heart surgery himself when he was still a kid and still only wishing he could be a superhero. He knew better than most that life could be cruel and hard. If he should ever find himself shaking hands with the reaper he didn’t want to do it with a bucket list still full of unfulfilled wishes.

That was why his career at The New Yorker had been so good to him. He was their usual go-to guy for the travel pieces and that meant his passport had more stamps in it than he could ever dream of as a boy. He got what they needed quickly and then made the most of the rest of his time there, usually with the company of whatever reporter or reviewer had been sent out with him for their piece. It was always good fun and his apartment was filled with decorations and trinkets from every continent of the world. Hunter still had a few places he wanted to see, but he was still young and had already powered through a list people in their late fifties might only dream of having. Hunter worked hard to have it though; it wasn’t just something he lucked out on like some people often presumed. If he didn’t come home with the perfect shots then it was his head on the chopping block and he knew that. The paper wouldn’t fund a second trip just for him to try again. They’d find someone who could get it right the first time, which was why Hunter didn’t allow himself to make those kind of mistakes.

Tonight though was almost a form of torture for the man. This wasn’t the world or the job he was used to. They probably would have sent someone else, but Hunter had popped into his boss’ office that afternoon and asked if there was any work he could do. His desk was clear and the boredom was sinking in with the thought of at least another week on the ground. Scoffing, Hunter finished the finger food in his hand and shook his head. “I’d rather gauge my eyes out with these cocktail sticks.” He said honestly, looking over at the table of snacks before turning his attention back to the woman who had spoken to him. “Which is why I’m not here for the duration. In and out and then back to my dark room.” He’d put the hours in, just nowhere near Broadway.

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WORDS! 525!
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LYRICS! Do It Anyway - - - Martina McBride
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[Georgie Alyson Parsons]

Georgie hadn’t really been much for the theatre when she’d been in Florida. She was into fashion and books and had taken more interest in those than she had anything else really; which was how she’d managed to secure a scholarship to the school of her choice. Psychology had been an intriguing study for Georgie and with her upbringing, she’d had plenty to use for the papers that had needed writing. And her degree came in handy working for Dmitri as well. Thanks to it, she could handle the unconventional man far better than if she’d just stumbled into the job like the assistant’s before her. She’d had a bit more going for her than the last one and that had helped to secure the job, and the simple fact that she was still employed by the quirky twenty five year old.

The Florida born brunette had become used to these sorts of evenings, though they lost their glamour after the first handful of them. They were nice and flashy, opening nights and she loved to attend them but she’d been there throughout the process of getting the show off the ground. She saw rehearsals and dress rehearsals because someone needed to be there to represent Dmitri if any questions rose. She stayed up some nights until the sun started to rise at dawn reading through his plays so she would know the answers to questions. And if she didn’t know the answers, she asked the man himself, claiming her word just wasn’t good enough for the director or the producers, even if the truth was that she had no idea herself what she was supposed to say to them. And then she would play it off as if that had been what she’d said the entire time but now that she could confirm it came from him, it would be accepted.

Georgie couldn’t help the surprise laugh that the stranger she was talking to elicited from her. She’d been to these opening nights plenty of times since she started working for Dmitri and never had in all those times that she’d started up conversations with before her speech had someone said they’d rather be anywhere else. Most of them were so excited to be there with a press pass because it meant they got paid to see it though they were all quick to say they would have paid nicely to see it if the press pass hadn’t been an option. “That’s an honest approach to the night.” She said, still chuckling softly. She was used to people gushing about her boss’s work, how much they loved his work and how they wished he actually did more, got out to these nights so they could meet him but he was a recluse. Not many people even knew what he looked like, who he was and some had even guessed he was far older, in his late forties than the year he had on his assistant.

She never gave up any information that wasn’t readily available to them. It wasn’t her job to give them those particular answers. It was her job to thank them for showing up, hope they enjoy the show and explain a little bit here and there about how he’d come to write the masterpiece they were about to see. Then she would sit through the show up in an alcove with her guest and leave after the curtain call, leaving the group that was there to celebrate and party among themselves. She needed to make sure Dmitri wasn’t asleep at his desk with a bottle in his hand again. “I see.” She said with a smirk, listening with half an ear as one of the producers of the show stepped up to the podium, introducing her. “If you’ll excuse me a moment.” She said, winding her way through the gathered crowd. “Thank you.” She started, smiling out at the crowd. “I’m Georgie Parsons and I apologise for Mr Mendoza’s absence but he was on quite the roll, writing up scenes for his next play and couldn’t in good conscience step away from it and lose all those wonderful ideas.” She continued with the short but sweet speech before quickly wrapping up and stepping away from the podium, leaving the director to tell them they should take their seats because the performance was about to begin. Georgie returned to the refreshments table to take another bottle of water up to her seat with her. “Are you sure you don’t want to stick around?” She asked, grinning.

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[hunter gable oldbury]

Hunter was a traveller. He scoured the globe getting the best shots and got paid to do it. It was his dream job and something many people didn’t think he’d be able to do when he was a little boy. Hell, when he was a little boy there were plenty of people who didn’t think he’d survive a trip to Disney World. He’d been wrapped in cotton wool and given more than enough reasons to break out of that, but that didn’t stop people from worrying. He was a sickly child who wanted to do everything others were doing, and often he tried to, which gave his parents nightmares that something might happen to him. When he was a kid all he could really understand was that he was sick, and not much more than that made sense to him. Looking back now, Hunter wasn’t really all that surprised that his parents were constantly screaming for him to stop climbing trees or trying to do things he ought not to be doing. He was wild from the moment he was born and not even a hole in his heart had been able to keep him back.

He liked to think that was why he tried to live so much, to see so many things. He also knew his other reason for doing it was losing his parents when he was still a teenager. That had shocked him into realising how short life could be. He knew then that for all the people who had told him to get his head out of the clouds and stop being a dreamer, he was going to prove them wrong. He’d make photography his career, and show them all that he was right. He’d done that, but the thought of going back to Key West and shoving it in their faces actually filled him with little joy. None of them had been important to him, and they wouldn’t care that he was doing something that he loved. They probably only remembered him as a troublemaker who kissed a few girls, was hated for it by a few dads, and spoke of seeing the world like he would leave tomorrow. Eventually he did that, and still did that. He just woke up, went into work and was told he was on a flight to India in the morning. It was why Hunter always kept a case packed, ready. He never knew what his boss would tell him or when.

“I’m sure it’s as wonderful as everyone thinks it’ll be, but I hate being cooped up.” Hunter rarely even went to see a movie, and his apartment was for rainy night in with a good book and his dark room, which had been put together in a spare room. He grimaced outwardly when he realised just who he had been talking to, which was only when she took to the podium to speak. He snapped a few shots of her up there, and then let his camera hang around his neck again. “Well I’m an ass.” He said when she walked close by again. He tilted his neck to see her more clearly and pulled a face. “My work here is done. And it’s a beautiful night out in the city. I have a boat I could be on, photographs to develop. Hell, my favourite street vendor whips up the best corn dog at this hour.” He sighed and looked up at the ceiling and then back down again. “Do you even know all of New York’s little secrets, or are you solely sucked up by the theatre?” He asked curiously. As a travel photographer he knew things about places so many people overlooked or simply forgot about. Hunter thought of them all as his little spots and surprises.

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WORDS! 641!
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LYRICS! Do It Anyway - - - Martina McBride
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[Georgie Alyson Parsons]

If anyone would have told teenage Georgie that she would end up some eccentric’s personal assistant, she would have laughed out loud i their faces. After all the work she’d put in to get a scholarship so she could ever attend school without relying on her parent’s support and she would just end up some difficult man’s nanny for all intents and purposes. Teen Georgie would have thought them crazy but that was exactly where she’d ended up. And really, she was better off for it. With Dmitri, she got to put the degree she’d worked hard for to good use every single day. It hadn’t been what she’d been after but it had been what she’d needed at the time. And while she’d basically given up any hope of a social life for this job, she did get to see some amazing things. She was able to travel when a theatre wanted to open of his plays abroad, she was constantly sitting lunches with theatre producers, directors and casting groups to give them more insight. In some ways it really paid to work for a recluse.

Of course the downside was that she was ridiculously busy making sure Dmitri ate regularly, didn’t drink himself into a come like state and actually did something more than sit at his typewriter all day as well as be the face and the voice of all that Dmitri was. She was an assistant who needed three assistants of her own just to get through a day comfortably. It was a good thing she was on the hyper side and actually enjoyed most aspects of her job otherwise like all the rest before her, she probably would have runs creaming by now. As it was, she woke up every morning wondering what she had to get done, plus figure out how she could make time for Ashley who was constantly badgering her about not spending enough time with him. And every time he brought it up, she joked that siblings were supposed to move apart, find themselves and only see each other at the holidays. They weren’t those kinds of siblings of course. With the way they’d been raised, the only constants had been each other.

“But the greatest works of art come from being ‘cooped up’, don’t you think?” She asked, smiling to herself. Georgie could admit she didn’t know much about art, except she found it beautiful, or music; only that she liked listening to it, but she knew a lot about the theatre and movies and television shows because the possibility of turning one of Dmitri’s plays into something on screen was good and had been brought up before a couple of times. It had yet to go anywhere but it was bound to happen eventually, with the right set of promises. “It’s okay. Like you said, you hate being cooped up, which probably means this is the first time you’ve covered an event like this.” She pointed out, uncapping the bottle of water in her hand to take a sip. Technically, her job was done now, too. If she wanted, she could go, have dinner with Ashley and then head back to the apartment to settle in with the last of the paperwork still on her desk. “I’m not solely sucked up by the theatre, thank you. I occasionally have a life outside it as well.” Though telling him that life outside meant caring for the eccentric playwright, more theatre related things and fitting in time to buy new shoes wasn’t something Georgie was willing to do right then and there; especially because, she realised, he was right.

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[hunter gable oldbury]

Hunter wasn’t about to root himself into a life he couldn’t stand. He needed to be free. His passport and his boat were the keys to his freedom and he needed them more than he let on to others. He wasn’t the type who could sit around and stare at the same things day in and day out. He already felt like he was suffocating when doctor’s orders grounded him for just a few weeks while he recovered from the flu or a nasty chest infection. Hunter was practically bouncing when he was cleared to fly, and always the first at the airport as though being there early would allow him to get out of the country quicker. It had never worked like that, but it never seemed to break him out of the habit. He just wasn’t one for sitting still and being, well, captive in one place for very long. He liked to explore, to see things. Hunter never thought he’d make anyone very happy with the way he lived his life, which was probably why he had been mostly single for his adult life with just a scattering of fling and short lived relationships that had never amounted to anything close to serious. Hunter didn’t seem to be the type of man women were looking for. He was content to travel, rather than look for a bride though.

Plus, the world was full of women and Hunter had charmed his share of them. It was all part of living the life he had been given a chance at. He wasn’t a man for kiss and tell though, so unless he was out with people who would later ask questions about the lady who accompanied him out of the bar or club, he wasn’t about to reveal anything about the numbers in his cell phone or those who became a photograph in an album on his shelf. He had respect for people, and after everything his sister had gone through he didn’t want to be the guy who someone called a jerk with good reason. There was probably at least one woman out there who hated him for some reason or another, but Hunter had never intentionally gone out and hurt someone or broken their heart. He made it clear from the start how he lived his life and how important his career and trips were to him; if someone couldn’t keep up with that then they needed to walk out of the door before they were planning the next steps of forever with a man whose apartment was a mash-up of culture and countries.

“They also come from getting out there and seeing the world.” Hunter countered. He couldn’t stay inside for more than a day at the best of times, and even then he had to be so unbelievably sick that moving from his bed to the bathroom was an energy draining challenge. He needed the world, to see it, to explore it, and to come home from his trips feeling wonderfully exhausted and having experienced something new again. “Not the first time, but it’s rare enough for me to admit that I can’t remember the last time.” He said with a small shrug. Normally Hunter would do anything but this. Alas, when everyone had their work assigned in advance and he was the only guy left it was a case of the short straw for him and there was little he could do about it in this situation. “Such as?” He pressed with a small smirk. “I mean I only just listed things I could be doing right this minute. I didn’t even touch on what the rest of my life is about.” He said with just the slightest hint of teasing.

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[Georgie Alyson Parsons]

Georgie was sure there would come a day when she would be ready to give up the life she was currently living. But right now, she was actually enjoying herself too much for it. There was so much she was able to see that she would otherwise have to wait years to write off her bucket list. Already she’d been in every theatre in New York and more than enough on both the east and west coasts to last a lifetime. And whenever she needed to go abroad for any reason at all, she took a couple extra days to see the sights and enjoy a bit of time away from the hustle and bustle of the city before she had to go back to real life and making sure her boss was still alive and hadn’t drunk himself into a irreversible stupor. He hadn’t yet but she genuinely feared that the day would come and she would have to tell his brother what she’d returned to. That was one conversation she really didn’t want to have to take part in.

Until the day came when she couldn’t do her job anymore, she would keep at it though because she really did love it. Sure, it meant she didn’t have much of a social life outside of the theatre people she knew and had become friends with but she was surprisingly outgoing, despite first impressions. She could be a wild one when she let her hair down. The only problem was that she rarely did it because of Dmitri. He had schedules and though he rarely left the apartment, she did make an appearance in those schedules throughout the day. Reality was, she could do most of her job from anywhere she wanted to throughout the day and better part of the night. As long as she made sure he had food nearby, knowing he wouldn’t think of it when he was working his way through his next masterpiece.

“I’ve seen the world.” She stated matter-of-factly.And she had seen some places but there were still others that she had on her travel list to visit before she was too old to appreciate it. These events weren’t exactly the norm for Georgie either. These sorts of things only happened when one of his plays were premiering and then, it was usually only the ones in New York she really had to speak at. Though, like everything that needed to be done, there were places she needed to go, be the face to the enigma that was Dmirti Mendoza. “Fair enough.” She said lightly. Georgie actually liked staying through the very first performance. It was always the one that the actors put a little more effort into than the rest because of who the audience held. They wanted good reviews and whilst they still put in tons and tons of effort into all the shows, the very first one held just the tiniest bit more excitement. “I could be shopping on fifth avenue, having dinner with Ashley and Olivia and Jackson if he’s around, too. Or I could be curled up on the couch with Jules Verne or Jane Austen.” Those last two were the ones that held the most appeal for her but she knew that if she went with the first one, drinks would have her rolling in late and falling into her bed and passing out before she got through a single page of one of her favourite paperbacks.

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[hunter gable oldbury]

On the less than rare occasions when Hunter and his sister fought, she would ask him what he would do when his life changed. She demanded to know what his plan was when he had children of his own, or a woman who held his heart. Hunter never had a comeback for it beyond stating that it might never happen. In truth, he had never thought about it. Sure, he met women all the time, and he would hold his hands up and admit to flings around the globe, but as far as he knew none of them had led to children. If they had then he probably would have been devastated to not know, but that was a matter he never dwelt on because it was something he could never know for sure. All he was positive about was that he loved the life he currently had and that was a sentiment not shared by anyone he had dated in the city. Those past girls had wanted all of Hunter’s attention on them. They had wanted the most beautiful thing he ever saw and to be pipped to the post by a sunset over the waters in Thailand was an insult, and usually the final straw. If it wasn’t that then it was because he missed a birthday or some other big event because work had him away travelling and he was incapable of saying no to those assignments.

He didn’t want to throw it all away for someone who might leave six or twelve months down the line. Hunter’s job was more than something to pay the bills with; it was a life experience. He saw more things through his position than most people could ever hope to see. He worked hard and it had given him one of the most culturally rewarding jobs he could ever ask for. He may sound like something of a slacker to some people who thought he snapped a few pictures and then partied hard with pretty girls in exotic locations, but Hunter travelled. He had a bucketlist for each stamp in his passport and each one was ticked off while he was there. He saw the sights, he did the treks, he crammed as much in as he could before he partied hard and found someone to keep him company before that long tiresome flight back to New York City. They only got as long as they did out there to ensure they had all that they needed before they came back home and blagged excuses to the editor about bad weather and lighting conditions. Hunter made sure to do his best to get the work done first, though his camera never left his side the rest of the time. He often found surprising extras he could dress an article with that he had taken on his personal travels.

Hunter raised his eyebrows. “All of it? The secrets that tourists never get to hear of? The dangers that the travel guides leave out because otherwise you’d never go there in a million years?” Hunter had definitely encountered those, but he didn’t speak too much of them. They still shook him up a little. He had taken to hiding his press badge in recent years just to avoid some of the heat, blend in as a gormless tourist with a fancy camera. Hunter shrugged his shoulders and tilted his head back and forth. Her ideas were so-so for his taste. “They’re so…normal. I mean, Jules Verne I can appreciate, but the rest is a standard New York day to day. It’s what everyone would expect. Don’t you like to be surprised? Don’t you like to surprise people yourself?” It was one of the biggest reasons why Hunter simply could not stay in the city for long periods of time. It was stale, and full of routine with people doing the same thing and acting like it was new for them. He needed the spark of something close to magic in his life.

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OUTFIT! Proud Photographer!
LYRICS! Do It Anyway - - - Martina McBride
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[Georgie Alyson Parsons]

Georgie worked her way through the clubs of New York while she was still a University student. She found a few she liked, more she didn't but that was how it usually worked. Georgie had been more about finishing school and getting her degree than she was about having a real social life. Sure, she did it all but there was plenty she didn't do as well. And she wasn't sorry for any of the missed parties or social events. She had wanted to prove that she was capable of finishing up school without her parent's help. They were ridiculous, even after all those years, still fighting over who was responsible for what in their children's lives. It didn't matter that neither of their children were in Florida nor that they stopped taking proper care of their kids long before they'd even left the state. All that mattered was making sure they pissed off the other the best way they could. It never mattered to Georgie or Ash. And they found more money in their bank accounts then there should be after their parents had yet another fight so neither of them were about to complain either. After four years of school and another of post-grad work, she graduated with honours and proved to herself and her parents that she didn't need their help to get away from them.

Fast forward and Georgie was living a life she wouldn't have suspected for herself but still surprisingly enjoying it. It meant she didn't get much time to herself but that was okay with her. She was young and there was still plenty of time in her life to get some "me time" in. Besides, hers wasn't exactly a job she should probably do for the rest of her life. At least, not with the hours she was currently working. Hell, she lived with her boss because it was the easiest way to get things done. She was there first thing in the morning, getting Dmitri something to eat so she could at least say she gave him food, made sure he knew about any appointments that he needed to be privy to or if his brother was going to drop by and then it was off to appointments all over the city both for Dmitri and herself and the occasional lunch date with her own brother. It wasn't always so crazy and hectic but there were some things that took her out of the city for days on end. She was requested to attend opening night at every theatre that put on a production of her boss's works. He would never go and she was the face of the Dmitri Mendoza brand.

Georgie rolled her eyes. She couldn't say she's seen it all. She had managed to stay out of stickier situations and seedier places. With a sigh, she confessed. "Okay, yeah, maybe not all the secrets local haunts, definitely not the dangerous things. Okay? I confess." She was probably as close to being a saint as this photojournalist had ever seen. Georgie had seen and experienced quite a bit, drove up to Tampa for Bike Week when she'd been eighteen because, why the hell not, right? She had spent the three Spring Breaks before she left for New York partying with the college kids that flooded her hometown for the week and had continued the tradition with her friends when they became college kids. These days she could but also couldn't take the time off. Broderick would return to his old duties of taking care of his brother while she was away but he'd done that for so long that it was his time to figure out what he wanted to do with his life now that he was able to have one. "I love surprises." She admitted easily, truthfully. "I just don't have anyone in my life that would put in the effort. And no one can surprise my brother." She added with a shrug. Her day to day was routine and she knew it. It was nice to know how each minute would be spent but as the same time, it was a little depressing.

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[hunter gable oldbury]

Hunter had been responsible for himself for quite some time. He had lost both of his parents by the tender age of sixteen. If all of that had taught Hunter anything it was that life was not to be wasted. He wanted to have the career he dreamt of – which he now worked most days of his life, thank you very much. At the same time, he didn’t want that career to be everything he breathed. No, he wanted to make memories so that when he finally was checkmated by the reaper he could take his defeat with pride. Having fun, being a little cheeky here and there was part and parcel of that. He didn’t understand how some people could be serious all of the time, or sacrifice a weekend in order to make sure things were in place for Monday morning. Monday mornings were supposed to be mayhem and carnage. It was what coffee was made for.

Not that Hunter was immensely unorganised. He just had a habit of leaving things until the last minute, much to the chagrin of his superiors. He was a laidback kind of guy though who didn’t see the need of having things done weeks in advance and wasting all that time when it would take him an hour a few days before. Or the day before. It was all good. He was a busy man, but he made time for himself and the things he wanted to do. There was something about ‘all work and no play…blah, blah…’ and Hunter believed firmly in it. He found time to cause trouble when he was away working. He had seen plenty of things people only dreamt of and only because he made the time for it on working trips. Where was the fun in collecting stamps in his passport if he couldn’t say he enjoyed himself while doing it? His photography was always the best he could do and then he rewarded himself with a few ticks on his bucketlist; which sometimes only gained lines once he learnt of the places he was going to see. A minor detail Hunter didn’t see the harm in to begin with, if he was completely honest.

Hunter let out a loud, boyish laugh. He loved pushing people’s buttons. It was a habit his sister warned him would one day land him in serious trouble. Unfortunately, it seemed to bypass her attention that he had a bit of a taste for trouble. Most of his favourite stories were about how he dodged those bullets time and time again, sometimes by a hairsbreadth. “There’s still time to remedy that.” He said, with a subtle hint of flirtation. He liked finding what made a place what it was beyond the tourist hotspots. New York had a thousand missable things, and most of them were what he liked most. Hunter pulled a slightly pained face. If there was ever a time when he was too honest, it was right now. “That’s…actually quite sad.” He told her. “I mean, I’m rarely surprised by anyone whisking me off someplace or buying me gifts, but I adore ruining the people in my life with things that’ll catch them off guard.” Even if it was just flowers delivered to the reception desk of the paper. Hunter liked bringing a smile to people’s faces, even if a part of doing that was the selfish thought of knowing that he could do it.

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TAGGED! Georgie Alyson Parsons
WORDS! 582!
OUTFIT! Proud Photographer!
LYRICS! Do It Anyway - - - Martina McBride
NOTES! <3

[Georgie Alyson Parsons]

Georgie might have wished she had passed on the job at first but now she was beyond happy she stuck around, made that damn silly bird like her enough to not bite her and have his owner believe she really wasn't so bad. She was pretty sure she was the longest standing PA to the eccentric playwright but that was okay, too. The job worked for her. She made sure things at the apartment were right, then she rushed out to the office she still wasn't sure of the reason behind having when the man of the hour rarely left the house for an hour of answering calls and e-mails before she made any rounds to places and lawyers offices, took a lunch and then had the afternoon to herself, answering calls that were sent to her direct line and e-mails from people who knew better. As long as the work was done and her boss was still breathing at the end of the day, it was a job well done.

She could have had a social life if she'd wanted it but her afternoons were spent with a couple hours at the gym, keeping fit and doing a bit of shopping because she wasn't always fond of the grocery delivery or sometimes she just wanted something only one little, off the beaten path specialty shop had in stock. She probably had more than enough time, even between responding to messages, to check out a hole-in-the-hall dive bar, or local's only Italian restaurant but she also loved to hit up the book store at least once a week and picking up a couple books to see her through the weekend and a couple days more. She loved brewing up a pot of tea and settling into that adorable oversized and insanely cosy chair by her bedroom window and alternating between reading a book and watching the sky for shooting stars. She would have loved to watch the people walk by but the apartment was too high up to see them all clearly and Georgie wasn't interested in watching ants scurry past.

"As sad as you may think it is, I don't have that kind of time in a day to play the tourist." She said, getting a little huffy. It wasn't her fault that she had a very eccentric boss who refused to leave the house for anything. It was a rare occurrence when she actually got him out of the house for anything. He preferred the company of a typewriter over other people; a preference Georgie found out was difficult to keep him in when there was only one place in the whole city that still had the ink strips for his particular model. It genuinely baffled her that he was only a year older than she was. But without Dmitri, she wouldn't have seen everything that she had since his brother had hired her for the job. She'd been all over the world on his behalf, able to play tourist while she was away for a short time. It was interesting travelling the world by herself. She had always thought she would be with at least one friend, or her brother or someone. Going alone had never even crossed her mind but she had found she loved unplugging from work and just enjoying her surroundings for a couple hours at least. At the end of the day, her life wasn't so bad.

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[hunter gable oldbury]

Hunter was not a man who could stay in one place all year round. He was thankful his job ranted him all the travel it did or else his had earned money would be blown on trips to exotic places as often as he could save up for them. It was a big planet that they lived on and he wanted to see as much of it as he could before he handed himself over to the shadowy reaper. Looking at photographs was one thing, but looking at them and knowing he had been there to capture that perfect shot was something else entirely. Nothing could match up to that feeling and no one could take that away from him. Hunter had stories to tell that people wouldn’t even believe, and already he had been accused of making it up or exaggerating when he was out with friends and filling them in on his latest job and all the things he had ended up getting up to while he was there. It was more than his career for Hunter. It was a chance to explore. He’d rather exhaust himself and sleep on the flight or ride home, then collapse in his bed for another day than waste his time in a place he may never get a chance to see again. He went to the markets, the bazaars, hiked up mountains for the sunrises, and camped with natives who told folk stories around a fire and then offered him a drink or a meal made with things he couldn’t even pronounce. He was only there to snap a few photos, but Hunter came away with priceless memories.

Sometimes those trips made the city seem dull in comparison. He wasn’t a guy in a suit who adored the corporations and worked a regular nine to five. His mornings didn’t start with coffee and an angry phone call to an assistant who had pushed meetings and taken messages. Hunter waited to see where he would be going net, scheduled his flights, and spent more time in a dark room before making sure no one wasted some of his best work by cramming it in tiny spaces around an article that barely captured the essence of where they had been. A picture says a thousand words, and sometimes Hunter thought his shots were so much better than the writing that accompanied them. The pictures probably sold holiday brochures, not the text alongside it that went on about swimming pools and views.

Hunter shook his head, sighing sadly at the thought of someone making no time to see the beauty in the world around them. He could think of no bigger shame really. “That’s the problem; people don’t make time. There’s a whole world around them, but everyone lives in their little bubbles and ignores the rest of it.” Hunter grinned and shook his head again. “No one knows that they’re missing out on so much.” He added, scanning the room at everyone engrossed in their own conversations. These people were paid to be at events like this all the time, and Hunter had no clue how they didn’t find it completely soul zapping. He would rather be outside given the chance. He was not a man who enjoyed being cooped up indoors, regardless of the entertainment offered to him.

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TAGGED! Georgie Alyson Parsons
WORDS! 560!
OUTFIT! Proud Photographer!
LYRICS! Do It Anyway - - - Martina McBride
NOTES! <3