Post by ELIJAH DANIEL ACKERMAN on Apr 11, 2011 15:46:06 GMT -7
and sometimes i'm sleeping
B U T I'M S T I L L O N M Y F E E T, A N D O H I T'S D E C E I V I N G !
Because it was the one possession he was most responsible about (exceeding, sadly, even the lovable border collie he was held accountable for), Eli often let himself dip into psychotic habits regarding his camera. Not only was it the most expensive object he currently owned -- the price still made him feel faint -- it held sentimental value for the boy's life. After hours of slaving away at a local coffee shop in Detroit (which was, in all honesty, the best way to "slave away") he had pooled his savings and dropped them all in exchange for the beautiful camera. Thus far, it had served him well, and proven all its worth. As, unlike his treasured car, it functioned seamlessly. Even directly after the expensive purchase, when there was less pocket change than usual, and his budget had been unable to afford the necessary items like photo paper, there were no regrets; it was, and would probably remain, his favorite and most worthwhile purchase. But because of this, Eli found himself to be undeniably obnoxious in both handling the camera and allowing others to handle it, the latter being something that occurred once in a blue moon, and never comfortably for the owner. His room was far from organized, but there was always a spot tidier than the rest, made out to be a safe shelf, allowing no harm to befall the camera. His strong runner's heart almost gave out on him whenever he noticed it was sitting too close to the edge of a table, without fail, he always hesitated about setting it down in public, and he had been known to cringe to nearly half his size when someone other than himself held it too recklessly. Honestly, Eli couldn't even fathom how he had gotten himself into this situation: the lens cap had gone missing.
Panic had been the initial reaction, and however contained, it had also been the secondary and tertiary reactions. Seemingly insignificant, he lens cap played a key role in maintaining the camera's health. Without the small plastic disk, it was asking for a scratch, or a smudge, or any other terrible fate that awaited it if the proper protection wasn't relocated immediately. Did his obsessive hunt offer any aid to his building reputation at the new school? Probably not. In fact, it was more than likely harming it, but he guise of sanity was far from mind at the moment. As was made obvious by his appearance/ camera hugged tightly to his chest (bur for fear of breaking it, not too tightly), eyes wide with fear, unpatterned steps carrying him back through campus to everywhere his camera had seen that day... Apparently, digging it out from the stuff that had made the move with him so soon after settling into the town had been a bad idea. Scanning the ground that had swallowed up the lens cap, Eli decided digging it out at all had not just been a bad idea, but in his desperation he had deemed it the worst idea he had thus far come up with in life. Screw his beloved hobby, he would much rather have the camera safely tucked amongst the cardboard boxes hat were still being unpacked than in its current, vulnerable state. For the millionth time since his search had begun, Eli stopped, turned his attention to the camera, which was carefully unwrapped from his protective embrace, and examined the still-spotless lens, just to ensure that nothing had happened. Finding there wasn't so much as a visible particle of dust clinging to the glass calmed him very little, and soon enough he had wrapped the camera back up like he was holding his life rather than simply an expensive electronic, and the hunt continued.
Unsure of whether he was giving up or making a feeble attempt to calm his nerves (this was undoubtedly something he would lose sleep over), Eli tentatively took a seat on the very bench he had earlier used to supplement his height in a high-angle shot of the campus courtyard. what a tragic way to end an otherwise enjoyable day; while following he strict rule of viewing he photos only after they had been developed, Eli had felt confident in the idea that he had achieved more than a couple successful shots. Releasing the camera from it's chokehold once again, the boy held it steadily in front of him (he wouldn't dare set it down in this state, a forlorn sort of expression replacing the countenance of terror, as he gazed, again, upon the absence of a lens cover. With a puff of breath and the sleeve of his shirt, the boy carefully -- very carefully -- washed away the non-existent smudges from the bubble of glass. Like a child, he shielded the camera again, as if too much exposure to oxygen would be incredibly harmful. Only now did Eli stop to think: what a madman he could be.
this bamf-ass post is totally complete, and meant for anyone's eyes only. but it's 893 words of awesomeness, so expect a few stalkers. quinn had average muse when writing this because she was listening to marchin' on by onerepublic when shit went down. she would also like you to know that ugly template, but i'll fix it later xP.
