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Marylin clicked her pen on the elegant desk she was seated at, looking over her schedule for the next day. Two large photo-shoots, one for the cover and one for an article on an upcoming fashion show. It didn't seem like much, but she still figured she would be pretty busy. She only got times for the big things, if she wasn't busy and there was anyone in the office that needed pictures and got it approved, off she went. Thankfully, her day was almost over and while she was only absently viewing her newest shots to turn in the ones that were good enough for the higher-ups to review. Once she had sorted out the ones that she thought were good, and put away the ones that were even slightly blurry. She grabbed her personal (and favorite) camera from its place on her desk and added it to her camera bag, carefully making sure not to scratch the lens as she did. As soon as she had told her boss goodbye and whisked out the door in a blur of lime-green-dress and purple hair, she began to whistle loudly. It was a bad habit of hers, but it calmed her down and made her mind drift, so it was fine by her. She reached her apartment in record time, unlocking the door and pulling the pins out of her hair simultaneously. She hated the things, but she was supposed to look at least semi-professional for work.
Once inside the door, she looked over her moderately-sized apartment with a mixture of contempt and despair. While the apartment wasn't inherently messy, it was still in need of cleaning up, and she was not looking forward to it. She hung up her camera case carefully on a hook by the wall before walking over to the kitchen and grabbing a Thanks-a-lot cookie from the girl scout packaging and biting into it as she looked over the calender on the wall. There was a party listed for that date, and while Marylin had forgotten about it entirely, once reading it on her small rainbow calendar she became exited to go. Parties were always fun to take pictures at, as long as you could avoid dancing and drinking too much. Still, she had a ton of time left before then, so she decided to take another shower and get dressed so she could watch tv and not have to worry about it before she headed out.
Once out of the shower and dressed in a slightly formal-but-still-comfy outfit that consisted of a yellow shirt with a peter pan collar and a leather skirt. She didn't put on any shoes, mostly because wearing shoes in your own home makes it seem less homey. She braided her now-dry hair down her right shoulder before jumping onto the couch in her small sitting room, which was decorated with the pictures she was most proud of. She flipped on the tv and relaxed into it, scanning through she channels to pass the time.
((OCC- Gah! So unhappy with this post, but I'm getting a bit sleepy so forgive me, please!)