046 + Orel

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

[Orel is going through his big cardboard box that he keeps stuff in, and pulls out his camera, then a reel. He looks at it thoughtfully, before setting up the camera legs and sticking the reel in the camera... thingies. He grins, and fiddles with a knob or something on it, before aiming it at a sheet he has set up.

Bow before my descriptive prowess.]

{And as I bow, Diva is setting up the last few chairs, since she figures that maybe some other people would like to watch Orel's movie. But what is this? Orel and Diva are no longer chained together! How? Well, you'll have to ask.}

Ne, this is a lot of work for a movie, isn't it?

[Orel laughs.]

It's not that bad!

[He turns the camera on for a second to see where he should position it to make it centered.]

This is the hardest part, I think. It's easier to project on a wall, but a sheet works just as good.

{Diva smiles, clapping her hands together. This is exciting!!}

How neat! And you made the movie yourself, you said? You must be very talented, then. I couldn't even imagine trying to make one myself.

[He nods.]

Uh-huh. I'm still working on getting better, though. Maybe in a year or two I'll be able to make a movie that's over 30 minutes long! And without anything falling over, too.

{Warmly,} I'm sure that you will! As hard as Orel works, I wouldn't be surprised. Ne, but it was interesting being together for...however long that was. Did I tell you that you're welcome to come visit any time? I'd love for you to.

[Orel makes the final adjustments on his camera.] Then I'll come over sometime! Maybe after track practice if me and Doughy aren't doing anything... or whenever you're not busy, is that okay?

{Nods!}

That'd be perfect! Oh, is it ready?

[Orel nods again.]

Yep! Sit down and I'll start it.

{Diva nods once again, and obediently sits in the front row (though, there are only two rows) with a bright smile}

[And Orel plays the movie. For those interested, there is no sound, no music, the animation is choppy, it's stop motion, and the events seem to depict an awesome day at an amusement park and a rollercoaster ride. Which will end in the car falling off the track and crashing into the ground. But don't worry, everyone seems fine. Somehow. Miraculously.]

((ooc: Orel and Diva are free! But they are also best friends, so. Blue is Diva, and orange is Orel!))

Comments

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Ne, a farm boy, really? I wouldn't have guessed that a farm boy could be such a smart and clever person! Congratulations?

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

It seems that most share that sentiment, so I tend not to bring it up.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

But it's interesting, though. At least, I think so. Ne, what was it like living on a farm?

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

Hot suns always seem hotter when there are fields to work in.

[particularly if your great-granny sits at the side of the fields under an umbrella with lemonade and watches you working]

The days were very busy, I suppose is the only way to put it.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Oh, so I guess you worked really hard, then. Ne, then what did you grow?

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

Corn, mostly. We weren't a particularly prosperous family. That's one reason I turned to books.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{Nods; she's honestly curious now and not being a condescending bitch WTG DIVA}

What kind of books did you like to read, then?

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

Anything I could find. The sciences, of course, but literature, too. Shakespeare, Eliot, Joyce, Camus, Yeats, Dylan, Dostoevsky...

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Oh, I feel bad that I only know a few of those names. Who is your favorite?

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

For sentimental reasons, I think I would have to choose James Joyce. And I admire Eliot's skill for describing an era.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Mm, I guess I should try and read those, then. Are they in that library you brought?

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

They should be, unless someone has taken them and not returned them.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

I'll be sure to look, then. Ne, but why did you bring a library, by the way?

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[the slight smile on his face is entirely genuine]

I promised Orel more books to read than what his town can provide.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

That's very sweet of you! Ne, I can understand why, too. Orel seems to live in an...interesting place.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

It's... hardly where I would choose to live.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Mm, I know what you mean. I wouldn't like to live there either, but...Well, Orel seems to like it, oddly.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

Perhaps from not knowing any better, hmm? I would at the least like to give him something else to choose, if he likes.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{Smiles} That's a good idea! How thoughtful indeed...

{Thoughtfully} Mm, I might spend some time there myself. I wouldn't have to worry about time here, at least.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

I'd be happy to see you put the library to use. I've found it restful to have it here.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Well, then is there anything else you can recommend for me to read?

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

I think you may like Tennyson, if you don't know him. And, I think, The Great Gatsby might be of interest to you. I'm not certain you'd like Hemmingway.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Oh? What's that about?

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

Hemmingway?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

No, no, The Great Gatsby.