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Post by Jack Makenzie Greyson on Nov 16, 2014 23:17:40 GMT -5
Jack was one of the lucky ones. She didn't just have a dream she might one day make reality, she was already there, living her dreams. That didn't happen very often and Jack would forever be grateful to her boss for giving the tiny sixteen year old Irish girl a chance those years ago. Without that break Jack would still be like any other photography major with a dream of one day opening a little boutique studio. She was twenty and already offered a partnership by her boss; with conditions of course. She had to finish school with honours and that was something Jack could do in her sleep. She had more raw talent in her pinky finger than most photographers wished they had. Most had to work their arses off to get where Jay was and she just sort of walked into it thanks to her innate skill.
Jack got that there would be people who thought she didn't deserve her position in at studio but they weren't people who worked at the studio or saw what Jack could do. Those people knew Jack didn't just deserve to be there but had shown as much a hundred times over because she worked harder than anyone else in that studio to make the clients pleased. "That she does." Jack agreed easily enough. It was true in a sense; especially in her specific line of work. All the men thought they knew better because they were men and had been in the industry longer than she had been. She could only go by experience and that had proven to her so far that she needed to show every single one of their clients that her best was better than half the "vets" in the business. She had been told her entire life she couldn't do this or that simply because she was too short or a girl and she turned around and proved them wrong each and every single time they said she couldn't do it. She might have been tiny for any age but she was a determined thing all the same. When she went after something, she gave everything she had.
Jack had met Tristan during one of the workshop her professor asked her to help on. She was already so advanced that quite a few of her professors and lecturers thought she didn't actually need the class. She didn't just have an innate skill but she was self-taught and knew what she was doing. Photography was her heart and soul. If there was something Jay couldn't put into words, she could express it through her work. And the workshop was a place to expand her knowledge whilst helping to teach the younger grades how to advance their skills as well. She had been a junior at the time, though she could have easily already graduated a couple times over by then. She and Tristan had got on well and Jay had offered to help him and their friendship developed from there. Tristan had hired her on behalf of his family's company a couple times even though Jay was well aware he had been capable of doing the jobs himself. But her name was backed by a very well-known studio and photographer, publicity that could be used later and Jack knew it. She got plenty from it too. More publicity for her own name and work and she'd made some new friends in the band she'd been there to photograph.
She had made friends and heard all about what the band pictured when they had heard nothing but their photographer's name! The drummer had pictured a big burly sort of man who was covered in tattoos and was maybe a little on the punk side. And then tiny little Jack walked in claiming to be the Photographer and was met with relief and laughter because they'd all been so wrong about her. "Not just my major. It's my passion, my career. And I was lucky enough to impress a renowned fashion photographer when I was sixteen who gave a little Irish girl a chance." Jack could take about photography for hours and never get bored. She didn't simply because the friends she kept didn't want to hear about it and she was aware of that fact. So she kept her work news to a minimum and only told them the very exciting things. “The kids must light up when they see you. I’m assuming you perform just for children and not geriatrics. Although, the old could probably do for a bit of a laugh just as much as any children do.” Jay rambled before realising she’d done so and a light blush coloured her cheeks. “Sorry. So, do you go anywhere special for that or is a specific troupe?” Jay was always curious about the people around her. She drove the other employees of the studio mad with all her questions because she was so curious but she was young and so inquisitive that they hadn’t held it against her and answered her questions, more often than not with a sign and a remark about how their own children, nieces or nephews didn’t ask as many questions as she did.
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Post by mickey tyler wyvern on Nov 22, 2014 14:05:52 GMT -5
Mickey knew that life demanded hard work. It also demanded a fight from everyone when people might want to give up. He heard learnt that when his sister Danielle had been contained in the ICU with a near critical fight of bacterial meningitis. It had been so close to Christmas and when she had deemed safe and healthy enough to move to the children’s ward, Mickey had seen just how many children would spend the most magical time of the year confined to hospital beds, some with illnesses that wouldn’t go away like his sister’s. Seeing that had truly put a fire in his belly, bringing out a fight in him that he hadn’t been able to see before then. Since then he didn’t take anything in his life for granted, especially his health. He also didn’t let people stay down in the dumps, get trodden on by others, or lose control of their lives. In other words, he probably stuck his nose in where it didn’t belong, but Mickey didn’t want to see anyone else he cared about hurt, or with a life they might regret. Maybe his problem was that he cared too much, but he would rather have that than not care at all.
He was no stranger to hard work. There were some days when Mickey barely found the time to collapse on his bed. A busy life left him feeling completely fulfilled though, even if the days were filled with classroom, waiter shifts and then volunteer hours at the hospital. His friends teased him relentlessly about how he rushed around the city sometimes with hardly the time to make sure his clothes matched. They would see him eventually, usually a week later, but Mickey made sure that he made it up to them with one hell of a party or a night out in New York City that none of them could ever forget. He might have been a busy guy, but he was also a social butterfly who couldn’t live without that life. He might wither up, lose his colours and turn into dust. As crazy as life could be, he needed to shake things up from time to time or else the mundane just became insufferable. Besides, how else would he meet new people, new friends?
Tristan, on one hand, came into his life through another friend. Parties were such a good place to meet people. Some of those friendships lasted until the end of the night, others went beyond that. Tristan was one of the second kind. Mickey had met him at a student party and since then the invites had come from one to the other on a regular basis. They were fun, they were different, and most of all they were the kind of thing that made Mickey feel like he was truly alive. Tristan always came up with things that were more than just the typical student parties. Arching his eyebrows, Mickey nodded his head. “Definitely impressive.” He agreed. If there was one thing he liked finding in a person, it was passion. Nothing was more important as far as he was concerned. “I doubt the old folk really want to see me prancing about in tights and face paint as much as the kids do.” Mickey grinned. He loved what he did, but he doubted that anyone other than the children would laugh quite as much at his little shows and stunts. “I go around the hospitals in the city. Sometimes they call me, but mostly I call them. It’s a little crazy to keep track of a one man show.” He admitted with a smirk. Tangled tights, masks smeared with face paint, and costumes knotted together were worth the smiles on those kids faces at the end of the day.
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Post by Jack Makenzie Greyson on Jan 8, 2015 9:54:18 GMT -5
Jack was well aware not everyone got the break that she had. But the people who thought she walked into her position at the studio without trying for it, had absolutely no idea what had gone into Jack getting there in the first place. Yes, she was young and yes, she was very gifted and talented but she’d pushed herself since she was still a small child to know everything she could about photography. While her friends were simply “taking pictures”, she was creating works of art. Jack wasn’t just snapping picture after picturing, she was reading books, studying different techniques and working her ass off trying to figure out her own style. It was a long process and the people who said she simply lucked out wouldn’t ever see otherwise; they just couldn’t understand. Those were also the people Jay never tried to impress. She didn’t see a point in trying to get them to see her situation from a different perspective because they already thought they knew it all. And changing those minds was harder than anyone realised.
She had stuttered her way through the beginning of that interview, so scared of screwing up that she could barely form a coherent sentence. But her now boss was incredible and calmed her down enough back then to actually talk to her. Once she’d calmed, it was so much easier to have a conversation. And it wasn’t until months later that she found out the interview was a silly little game he’d played, tying poor Jack’s stomach in knots when all the while her work had spoken for itself before he’d even made the arrangements for their meeting. After that it was rough, ridiculously tough but worth every single long hour of the day that she slaved away at. People who didn’t know thought it was easy work while the ones that did, knew what she did, in the time she did it was more than they could ask of some veterans of the business. But even with the full plate she had, Jay still made time to see her friends because she needed them to keep her from getting swallowed up by her work completely. She habitually got on roll and lost all sense of time when she was working.
“I know I can be annoying when it comes to my work so I’m leaving it at that.” Jay said with a laugh. She was quite passionate about her work but it wasn’t a topic of conversation she wanted to take over the night. And she was well aware she could do exactly that with photography. Jay had even lost count how many times she and her boss had gotten into discussions about work and wasted a couple hours in the heated talks. “Maybe not.” Jay admitted with a chuckle. “But I bet they’d still enjoy the entertainment.” She couldn’t possibly be sure since she didn’t visit hospitals often nor was she a geriatric herself but she could imagine. And no one could deny she had an exceptionally creative imagination. “You’ll have to let me know when you’re putting your show on again. I’d love to see a performance of it. It sounds entertaining.” She agreed with a laugh. She loved finding things about people that she felt were common things. And she might not put on shows for sick children but Mickey had a lot of heart and that was what she felt like they had in common.
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Post by mickey tyler wyvern on Jan 24, 2015 9:49:26 GMT -5
Mickey wasn’t shy of hard work. He worked hard even when it wasn’t required of him. His boss at WD-50 often reminded him that he didn’t need to stay late to help someone clean up their tables. His professors pointing out that he had until the end of the year to complete assignments. Mickey was just programmed these days to push himself to make sure that he didn’t slack off. He had seen friends do that and soon find themselves out of a job because of one too many late appearances, or they had found themselves on academic probation and then heading back home to disappointed parents and all because the promise of partying sounded so much more appealing that actually making something of themselves with a college education. Mickey would never be one of those people. He wanted to be something, to be a person who he parents spoke proudly of when they were friends. He hoped his sisters would turn out the same way, too, and Mickey would do everything in his power to make sure that they did. He thought himself a good big brother, and he hoped they saw him as someone to look up to.
If he could go on dressing up at heroes and villains and cheering up sick kids, Mickey would be a happy man. It didn’t pay him a penny, which is why it didn’t exactly promise him a financially secure future, but of everything he did it brought him the most happiness. He saw the way they looked before he appeared on the wards in his flamboyant costumes, playing the roles. Many of them looked sick and miserable, but usually by the time it came for him to leave again, even the sickest of those children had the light back in their eyes. It made it all worthwhile, even if he spent the next hour scrubbing face paint from his skin or trying to get coloured spray from his hair. There wasn’t a single thing he could regret about it when those kids loved it so much. He would keep going for as long as the New York hospitals would have him there for. It was nothing off his back as far as he was concerned, and those children were worth being exhausted and sticking after running about in ridiculous costumes and tights. It didn’t matter if he had to leave there and run straight to a shift at a fine New York restaurant where the smiles were rarely reserved for the waiting staff. Mickey would still do it all for those children. He could never say no to them.
Chuckling, Mickey raised his eyebrows slightly. “Can’t that be said for anyone who enjoys their work?” He asked, cocking his head to the side. The way he saw it, anyone who was passionate about their job was keen to talk about it, and then anyone who didn’t share that love found it an annoying trait. It was one of those universally hypocritical things that humanity dealt with in a rather distasteful manner. “I can go on, too, though. So don’t worry about it.” He admitted, brushing the whole thing off with a wave of his hand. “I wear so many masks, I’d worry that they’d think they were being robbed by seven different people.” He said, pulling a face at the thought of a group of little old ladies cracking him over the head with their walking sticks. “I think I’ll stick to running around for the kids.” He threw in a mock shudder for good measure, and then grinned at Jay. “Friday lunchtime, I’ll be running around as Batman then.” He did it as often as he could for those kids, and always knew off the top of his head when he was due to put on another show. He was just thankful of his comic book collection that he never ran out of ideas.
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Post by Jack Makenzie Greyson on Feb 28, 2015 10:10:48 GMT -5
Jack had never had to worry about class assignment since starting at NYU. She added those projects to the ones she had to do for work and usually had them done long before any set deadline could be seen. She hated having work on her desk when she could easily have it done in a matter on hours. She had quite the innate skill at what she did, she loved it so much that it had never felt like work for her so it was easy to fall into the work. If it weren’t for her boss poking her shoulder after a few hours and forcing her to eat or drink something, she probably wouldn’t until she was finished whatever it was she was working on. She wanted nothing more than to make a name for herself in the photography world. And at twenty, she was already there.
Her position within the ranks of her boss’s studio said a lot. There weren’t many people in her position, who’d gotten there so young. Most people had taken years to get their name and their talent out there. While most said Jack had just gotten lucky, both she and her boss knew the truth. He wouldn’t have hired a teenager for such a placement if she didn’t have the skill for it. And her boss joked her skill had surpassed his when she was still only seventeen and had been working for him for a little over a year. She might have still been in school but that was for her parents and because she wanted that piece of paper that said she had that degree in photography. She obviously didn’t need it to get work, but her parents were proud of her and she wanted to keep them feeling that way by getting the degree. Reality was, they wanted it more than she did, she just wanted to prove to those people, namely her aunt, that she was worth more than what they thought.
It was funny really. At twenty, Jack was helping her professor’s teach workshops, taking time out to help her younger peers get better. She didn’t want to become a teacher, even if her own said she was quite good at it. No offense to them but she wanted more from life than the same classroom every day. Maybe a lecture here or there could be done but anything more than that and Jack would have been bored to tears within days. “Yes, I guess so.” Jack agreed with a laugh. Jay was quite passionate about photography. She felt like it was obvious from the moment she met anyone; like it was tattooed on her forehead or something. Jack couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the thought of a group of angry old ladies, taking turns hitting Mickey like a pinata if he tried his one man show for them. “I think that’s a good idea. At least they don’t have weapons at the ready.” She said through the giggles. She really wanted to see this little show he put on though. He was so passionate about it that she couldn’t help it! He was just so excited about it, it was easily to feel just as excited. “It’s a date.” She said, shaking her head. She would show up to. She was good to her word and unless she ended up in hospital as a patient, she would be there.
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Post by mickey tyler wyvern on Mar 7, 2015 8:48:18 GMT -5
Mickey hadn’t given much thought to any grand plans for his future. To him, whilst his education was important and he put everything he could into his exams and assignments, he thought his voluntary work at the hospital was more important. He liked seeing those smiles on the children’s faces more than he cared for speaking foreign languages. However, he knew he needed a steady job eventually, because so many things in life relied on money to see you through. He’d find one hopefully after graduation, but until then his bills were paid with the late hours he put in at WD-50. He didn’t want to be a waiter for the rest of his life, but when he heard of some of the jobs his friends worked just to pay their way through the four years college lasted for, he was sort of glad he had found employment at the restaurant. He couldn’t be part of a fast food joint, or earning minimum wage in a crazy retail position full of frantic shoppers and desperate people jonesing for a sale and a good bargain.
He had every ounce of respect for his friends who did put up with their jobs, but he thought he had it pretty easy. Of course there were diners who complained about their dishes every once in a while, but they didn’t kick up such a fuss that Mickey lost his cool or wanted to run off. He had a pretty high threshold when it came to dealing with that sort of thing, and thankfully it had earned him the respect of his boss, which in turn meant he was given a few more responsibilities in the restaurant. It might not mean much, but it looked good when listed on his resume and he was relying on that to get him his next job when that time came. He wasn’t all that worried right now about it, but he knew that a time would come soon when he would actually need to start thinking about it.
Mickey only knew one thing and that was that he wouldn’t stop dancing about for the kids even when he had secured a job and set about forming his actual career. Their smiles and happiness was worth more than the money any job could place in his bank account. Grinning, Mickey stepped aside to let someone get by with their drinks, and then spoke up again. “Oh, they do have their weapons, but flung teddy bears don’t leave bruises, thankfully.” Plus, he was surprisingly nimble, though that still didn’t stop the children throwing things his way when he appeared in costume as one of the bad guys. Once or twice those bears made rather compliant hostages, too, at least until his Batman persona could swoop in and save them for the kids, returning them to gleeful hands as part of his act. It was a stunt he only pulled off when he knew the trick wouldn’t lead to tears or children getting a little too upset with their favourite toys being used as bait for the Batman. “Good. It’s always great to have someone to be a hostage to save.” He grinned, winking cheekily at Jay at his not-so-subtle suggestion.
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