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John Williams
30 years old
5’10”/178cm
170lbs/77 Kilos
John steps from the shower, the dirt and grime from his warehouse job running down the drain, he was in a hurry, he had to work late and he didn’t want to be late for class. Wiping the fog from the mirror he runs a comb through his thick black hair his dark brown eyes scanning for any hint of gray. His father who had passed away recently was crowed with snow white hair by the time he was forty, he wasn’t vain he thought and passed the notion away as just a remembrance of his Dad. Picking up a toothbrush and with a click it began to hum soon his mouth was full of foam, and his teeth pearly white. He rinsed, running his hand over his face, he was thankful his face was still baby bottom smooth from his morning shave, he didn’t want to be late for his first camera class. Splashing on a bit of calone and smearing on deodorant he garbed a plain navy blue t-shirt from the back of a chair pulling it over his head and a moment later slipped into a pair of boxers before pulling on his favorite pair of worn and faded jeans . Slipping into a clean pair of socks he glanced for his wedding band a habit of ten years of marriage he still hadn’t come to terms that he and Carol were separated according to a phonecall he had early this morning he should be receiving divorce papers any day now.
However, by the sound of her she was drunk again so who knows. He was thankful to be out of the relationship form hell but it left a large whole in his life. He steps into a pair of brown penny loafers before turning around and scanning the small studio apartment he has called home for the last six weeks. His large callused hands pad his pockets, Cell check, keys check, wallet check.
Opening the door and stepping outside the air was warm and pleasant on his face, just before closing it and locking up he slaps his forehead and mumbles to himself, “Shit I almost forgot my camera.”
Rushing inside he retrieves and black canvas case and heads back out the door luckily the school where the class is being held was only a short walk at his pace it would take perhaps only fifteen or twenty minutes tops. He walks so quickly people at work call he the roadrunner, after the old cartoon, and the fact that he had a habit of saying “beep, beep”, to people in his way while he was in a hurry and it seems he is always in a hurry. His long legs always in motion, this evening was no different carrying him past the other medium income homes in his neighborhood. He was thankful one of those homes had a small apartment built above it garage. A garage large enough for his Kia and his landlords Lexus.
Who knows what the parking situation was at the school and besides it was a present evening and he enjoys walking. In no time he arrived at the imposing red building topped with clay tiles giving it the look of a Spanish mission. Climbing the steps to the second floor he began to search for the room listed on the flier he took from his pocket moments ago, 202, 204, 206, 208… Looking at the flier once again to double check 210 that’s it, as he swing open the door.
He was the only one there. The room’s pale green walls are covered with photos, pictures of people, buildings, birds, and cats. Slowly he strolls until becoming transfixed a photo of a tiger’s head life size, its amber eyes drawing you in. Staring at it long enough he would swear he seen its whiskers twitch. To go to some far away land and take photos of exotic animals was his dream from the time he was a little boy. He shook himself away from the tiger and took a seat waiting for the others to arrive.
30 years old
5’10”/178cm
170lbs/77 Kilos
John steps from the shower, the dirt and grime from his warehouse job running down the drain, he was in a hurry, he had to work late and he didn’t want to be late for class. Wiping the fog from the mirror he runs a comb through his thick black hair his dark brown eyes scanning for any hint of gray. His father who had passed away recently was crowed with snow white hair by the time he was forty, he wasn’t vain he thought and passed the notion away as just a remembrance of his Dad. Picking up a toothbrush and with a click it began to hum soon his mouth was full of foam, and his teeth pearly white. He rinsed, running his hand over his face, he was thankful his face was still baby bottom smooth from his morning shave, he didn’t want to be late for his first camera class. Splashing on a bit of calone and smearing on deodorant he garbed a plain navy blue t-shirt from the back of a chair pulling it over his head and a moment later slipped into a pair of boxers before pulling on his favorite pair of worn and faded jeans . Slipping into a clean pair of socks he glanced for his wedding band a habit of ten years of marriage he still hadn’t come to terms that he and Carol were separated according to a phonecall he had early this morning he should be receiving divorce papers any day now.
However, by the sound of her she was drunk again so who knows. He was thankful to be out of the relationship form hell but it left a large whole in his life. He steps into a pair of brown penny loafers before turning around and scanning the small studio apartment he has called home for the last six weeks. His large callused hands pad his pockets, Cell check, keys check, wallet check.
Opening the door and stepping outside the air was warm and pleasant on his face, just before closing it and locking up he slaps his forehead and mumbles to himself, “Shit I almost forgot my camera.”
Rushing inside he retrieves and black canvas case and heads back out the door luckily the school where the class is being held was only a short walk at his pace it would take perhaps only fifteen or twenty minutes tops. He walks so quickly people at work call he the roadrunner, after the old cartoon, and the fact that he had a habit of saying “beep, beep”, to people in his way while he was in a hurry and it seems he is always in a hurry. His long legs always in motion, this evening was no different carrying him past the other medium income homes in his neighborhood. He was thankful one of those homes had a small apartment built above it garage. A garage large enough for his Kia and his landlords Lexus.
Who knows what the parking situation was at the school and besides it was a present evening and he enjoys walking. In no time he arrived at the imposing red building topped with clay tiles giving it the look of a Spanish mission. Climbing the steps to the second floor he began to search for the room listed on the flier he took from his pocket moments ago, 202, 204, 206, 208… Looking at the flier once again to double check 210 that’s it, as he swing open the door.
He was the only one there. The room’s pale green walls are covered with photos, pictures of people, buildings, birds, and cats. Slowly he strolls until becoming transfixed a photo of a tiger’s head life size, its amber eyes drawing you in. Staring at it long enough he would swear he seen its whiskers twitch. To go to some far away land and take photos of exotic animals was his dream from the time he was a little boy. He shook himself away from the tiger and took a seat waiting for the others to arrive.