RILEY
The sound of footsteps echoed through the house as a Riley made her way through the hallway, peeking in on every open door, in search of her brother. Beside her, a small red-pelted creature trotted alongside, always just a step behind. Sighing, the girl noticed she was the only one in the empty place, but she could sense that it hadn't been too long ago. Felling her wings twitch slightly, a habit that comes to her when she has a deep thought, she rushed to one of the frist doors she had taken a glance at.
Coinsidence much? Not. And once again, like before, the girl picked up the necklace, her gentle fingers gently brushing the face of the golden pendant. Looking around, her gray eyes scanned the room so familliar to her, yet nothing like her own. Opening it, her held in within a closed, loose fist. The white powder was gathered in her cupped palm as she laid down the locket where she had first found it and blew. With a bark, the dog followed behind her, his black beady eyes shinning at the glow of the portal, and in, with a small smile she went.
The sight of it surprised her, how would she ever find her brother in this many people?! Huffing, Riley pulled down on her cotton shirt and entered the wave of crowd, to her finding, most which seemed to focuse around her age, and without a second to loose, Momo ran behind her as if pulled on by an invisible string.
DANIELLE
There is nothing more that Danielle loved than crowds.
Scratch that, because in truth, she hated them. So loud, so rude, and especially, so pushy. She didn't mean to be a stick in the mud, but the messiness of it all just bugged her. On the other hand, the candid shots that she obtained fascinated her. They were funny, cute, gross... The best and worst things you can imagine. Yet so amazing, a person can portrait one thing, but when taken by suprise, can reveal the true character of a person.
Rising her lenses from where she stood, a little bit off the crowd, she allowed herself a personal private view of close-ups, the faces of many kids around the school overlaping her lenses. For a second, she had passed it, but it wasn't to long until she backtracked, to the sight of a person not familiar to her, and she swore it wasn't someone from school. The person was different, hard to explain, but she didn't freeze like she would have many years ago. Instead, she pushed down on a button, capturing one of hundreds of photos that were stored in her memory from the past few days. Lowering it, she let the somewhat heavy camera rest, hanging from its black leather holder on belly-height. Looking back at the boy, she noticed someone else had approached him, but how great could he be for her photo collection? She sighed, deciding agaisnt approaching him. She wasn't the nervious type, but she indeed was shy at many occassion, and more than ever, she hated it.