#but BOY do they take the long way around (and it's not even JUST Ceara and Saoirse's fault on that front)

[valiant-portabella-pirkko]

every now and then I just get myself thinking about the different mirror reflection moments between Flourish and Regrowth AU, and the layers they both add to each other through fresh context.

in both AUs, Pirkko sustains a severe facial injury during the battle for Orr-- in Flourish it's on the right, and in Regrowth, the left.

however, in Regrowth she adamantly refuses to leave the battlefield in spite of her wound because she knows that the Pact has no substitute for her; if she falls back, they all get overrun. she keeps fighting and fighting until no Risen remain, and by then... the damage can't be repaired even by their finest menders. she loses her left eye, which is later replaced with a mechanical prototype implant. to the casual observer it looks like some sort of high-tech monocle, but no. she was just lucky to have such gifted doctors at her side.

in Flourish, though? when Pirkko tries to insist that they need her there, that she can't afford to pull out-- Saoirse and Ceara take the lead, reminding her that she doesn't have to take it all on alone. they're a team, and they have her back-- no matter what. they promise to hold the front while she gets medical attention... so she does.

as a result, her wound is actually repaired in time by the menders, and she doesn't lose her eye-- though she does have some visible scarring around it. at first Pirkko's a bit insecure about how noticeable it is, but with time... she comes to wear the scar proudly.

that battle was the conflict that cemented their roles as a team.

and that scar is a reminder of it; a lasting symbol of their unity.

but when you add the two together, that's where you get the full story of what this event is all about; in Regrowth, Pirkko shoulders every burden, every conflict, every battle, no matter how badly it damages her in the process. she hides her pain and buries it deep; the world needs her more than she needs it, she reasons. just as the 'monocle' hides the far more severe injury she sustained, Pirkko keeps her true nature that much more hidden-- not because she's ashamed of it, but because she doesn't want anyone to worry. she's the hero who protects Tyria, not the other way around. she'll keep going and going and going until she breaks, because no one else can.

but in Flourish there are others who can. she isn't alone. she doesn't have to shoulder all these burdens and struggles entirely on her own. that's the way it was meant to be, but Regrowth Pirkko will never know this. she has no idea that she wasn't built to withstand this much pressure, and no understanding for how badly it's breaking her. Flourish Pirkko wears this scar as a symbol because she's not afraid of who she is, and she's not afraid of the world seeing her, either. she's proud to have faced this much adversity and made it through.

in Flourish it's the first step towards their cohesion as a team.

but in Regrowth it's her first step towards closing everyone out.

[brax-was-here]

Scarlet Briar: The Redemption of Ceara Chapter 8

Written by: Braxxus

Chapter 8: She Was One of My Best Students

Sometimes the future leads to the past

     “The hall of records is on sub level D of the college administration sector.” The golem spoke in an electronic voice.

     “Ok, but how do I get there?” Amaranda asked it.

     “Follow descending ramp D to Elevator 3C, then follow descending ramp B-“

     “That doesn’t tell me anything!” she said raising her voice. “You asura have nothing marked here! How in Tyria does one find their way around in this city?” She slapped the information golem on top of its chassis.

     “Alert…repeated assault will result in alerting the authorities.” It barked.

     She closed her eyes and shook her head. “I hate these places.” She sighed. She looked around the immediate area. The Asura were everywhere, running about, showing off their latest inventions to each other, talking of gadgets and theories that Amaranda didn’t have the slightest knowledge about.

     “Will someone please help me?” she asked out loud. “Anyone!?” Her pleas went seemingly ignored by the general populace. Sighing, she started walking through the city, looking for any other Sylvari, human or any other race that might be able to offer some assistance since it seemed the Asura were too preoccupied with anything and everything. It wasn’t long before she found a rampway that descended to the lower level of the city.

     “The golem said descending ramp D…” she said to herself looking around for any kind of markings. There were none. “Well, I guess I’ll take my chances. I’ll either find what I’m looking for or I’ll be be lost in the bowels of this city forever.” she said as she walked down the ramp. The ramp exited out into what looked like a small market area.

     “Oh, thank the pale tree!” she exclaimed as she spied two humans together near one of the stands. “Excuse me! I’d like to talk to you!” she exclaimed as she hurried over to them.

     “Yes?” one asked turning towards her.

     “I hope you can help me. I seem to be lost in this twisted maze of a city.”

     One of the humans chuckled a little. Amaranda’s face went deadpan. “What is so funny?” she asked.

     “It’s easy to get lost here. What are you looking for?” the other asked.

     “I’m trying to find information on one of the students that studied here. I’m told that there is a ‘hall of records’ that would give me such information. Do you know where it might be?” The duo looked at each other momentarily with puzzled looks. They turned back and shrugged a little.

     “I’m sorry, Miss, but we don’t know where that might be.” Amaranda’s glimmer of hope was quickly extinguished. Again, she closed her eyes and let out a sigh, slowly shaking her head. “Did you try one of the information golems?” one of them asked.

     “Indeed, I did. It was of no help either.” she said walking away.

     “I’ll help you” a gruff voice said from nearby. Amaranda turned to see an older Asura walking up to her.

     “I thank you. Can you take me to the hall of records?”

     “Indeed I can. Follow me.” He started walking away from her.

     “Finally.” She sighed and followed behind him.  “Can you tell me your name, kind sir?” she asked.

     “Varvar.” he responded. “and yours?”

     “Amaranda.”

     “And what brought you to Rata Sum?”

     “I’m on a search for information about one of the students that attended the schools here.”

     “Oh?” He asked. “Well, who might this person be?”

     “Well, My sister.”

     He stopped walking, pausing for a moment before slowly turning towards her. “Sister?”

     “Yes, sister-”

     “There’s only been one Sylvari who attended these colleges.” He interrupted, a look of disdain on his face.

     “I know, and…she’s…”

     “She tried to fit a square block into a round hole and it drove her mad. Why are you looking for her information? You should know everything about her already, shouldn’t you?”

     “I need to find her teacher.”

     “Omadd is dead.” He responded.

     “Yes, I know. But she had others. Please help me. It’s very important.”

     He nodded his head and took a deep breath. “Ok, come on.”

     “She wasn’t a bad person before…” Amaranda started. “She just…just…just got lost somewhere…”

     “On her way to the Eternal Alchemy, and ‘lost’ is an understatement, but I’ll take your word for it.” Varvar replied. “But her actions speak for themselves. The things she did. I can guarantee they’ll never be forgotten nor forgiven.” Amaranda fell silent, sadness passing over her as she thought about how Ceara may never have true peace after her traumatic ordeal. It wasn’t long before they approached a teleport tube.

     “Here we are. This will take you down to the proper level.”

     “What is this?”

     “It’s a teleport chute. You haven’t used these before?”

     “I’m sorry, but not in a very long time. I do not spend much time in the cities.”

     “A country bumpkin, are you? Just step in and it will instantly take you to where we want to go.”

     Amaranda thought about the warp gates she had to use recently. “I hate these things.” she said out loud, stepping into the chute. In the blink of an eye she was standing in another part of the city, somewhat unsteady as she looked at her new surroundings. Varvar appeared next to her.

     “See? Not so bad.” He quipped as he started walking. “Come on, this way.”

     “Are we close?” she asked taking in the sites of the area. Glowing holograms floated in the air around various kinds of terminals. Asura working relentlessly on their gadgetry, surrounded by equipment that beeped and chirped constantly in a myriad of tones.

     “We’re getting there.” Varvar replied.

     “I can see why she was fascinated with being here.” Amaranda quipped. “All this…this equipment and technology.”

     “We’re always on the move. Everyone is looking for the next big thing. Trying to be the next big name. I gave up on that a long time ago. Too stressful. Decided to just be me.”

     “I see.”

     “Your sister could have been something great…well…great in a good way, had the council listened to her.”

     “What do you mean?”

     “She studied the Eternal Alchemy in such great capacity, that she was able to ordain information that no Asura had ever determined. She presented her findings to the Arcane Council, and they accused her of blasphemy. They rejected her findings. And yet, now they use her research to their advantage.”

     “They stole her research from her?”

     “Yep. And put their names on it. Those stiffs at the top couldn’t stand the fact that a Sylvari, who they consider to be somewhat primitive in thought, could actually glean more information about the Eternal Alchemy than any Asura.”

     “That explains why she turned to the Inquest.”

     “Possibly, but they didn’t help either. They betrayed her as well, and that got her ejected from the colleges.”

     “I see.” Amaranda fell silent as she thought about her sister. “It seems all your life you were met with tragedy and disappointment. Your search for a better understand of life seemingly always lead you down the wrong path. Ceara…I promise it won’t always be like this. It will be better.” She thought to herself.

     “You’ve become awfully quiet back there.” Varvar grunted.

     “I’m sorry. Just a lot on my mind at the moment.”

     “Mhm. Anyway, one entrance to the hall of records is just up ahead. It might be a little tough to convince them to let us view her records, though. They don’t let just anyone access the record files, but I might be able to persuade them if they are reluctant.” As they approached the entrance, one of the guards stepped forward.

     “Varvar, what are you doing here?” the guard asked.

     “We came for tea and bread. Didn’t you get the invite?” Varvar retorted sarcastically. The guard looked at him, obviously not amused.

     “What do you really want?”

     “We just need to check some records. Why else would we be here?”

     The guard eyed Amaranda momentarily. “Alright.” he finally replied. “Just don’t cause any trouble.” The duo entered the facility. Amaranda looked around at all the Asura technology lining the walls. Varvar approached an Asura wearing large glasses sitting behind a desk. Large screens floated in the air around him.

     “What is it this time, Varvar?” he asked.

     “Nice to see you again too, Krugg.” Varvar retorted. “We need to see the records of a certain student.” Krugg looked up from the desk at Amaranda.

     “A sylvari? If this has something to do with who I think it is, that is off limits. Those records are sealed permanently. Only Councilor Flax can order those files unsealed.”

     “You can’t even give us a peek?”

     “Please, sir. It’s of vital importance. More people will suffer and die if we are not allowed to see that information.” Amaranda interjected.

     “No can do. Now go away. As you can see, I’m extremely busy.” Krugg said sternly, turning back to his screens.

     “Psshh…you won’t even help save the world? Imagine the fame and notoriety you will gain!”

     “What are you talking about?”

     “Imagine the fate of the Tyria hanging in the balance on this very moment.” Varvar said slyly. “But then the world erupts into flames because you refused to allow us to view those records. But if you did…why you could be deemed savior of Tyria!”

     Krugg glanced at Varvar, who was smirking confidently.

     “I think you’re lying.” Krugg retorted. “Now get out of here before I call security.”

     “Oh?” replied Varvar. “How about I make you a deal. You let us see those files, and I won’t reveal your nightly activities.”

     Krugg looked at Varvar, slightly concerned.

     “That party. It’s not wise for college personel, especially members of higher caliber such as yourself., to partake of…what did you call it?  Wing Dings?”

     “I never…” Krugg’s sentence was cut short by Varvar’s finger on his mouth.

     “You let us see those files and no one will ever know.”

     “How did you know!?” Krugg asked exasperatedly, trying to keep his voice down.

     “Eyes and ears on the street, my boy.” Varvar replied smugly, his smirk growing on his face. “Now is our ‘paperwork’ in order?”

     Krugg breathed in deep. “Fine.” He said through gritted teeth. “It seems your ‘paperwork’ IS in order. Follow me.” He said loudly.  Varvar winked at Amaranda and gave her a thumbs up. Krugg lead them to another room with a terminal similar in design but smaller than the one he was using. He started typing on the glowing keyboard.

     “You better be right about this saving the world business, Varvar.” He said agitated.

     “Oh I am. You just wait and see. The fate of the world hangs on this moment.” He turned to Amaranda and winked again. She smiled back lightly and then gasped as an image of a younger Ceara appeared on the screen. She brought her hand up to her chest.

     “Something the matter?” Varvar asked confusingly.

     “I…I didn’t realize how adorable she was with roses in her foliage, that’s all.” Amaranda replied.

     “Yes, adorable. Krugg, we need a list of the teachers that taught her.”

     Krugg typed in a command and text started filling the screen. “Hmm…Stigga seems to be the teacher you want.” Varvar said reading over the information. “He has the most knowledge of what she studied here.”

     “You mean the Eternal Alchemy?” Krugg replied snarkly.

     “No need to get uppity, Krugg. Remember you’re saving the world here.”

     “I thank you.” Amaranda replied. “Where I might find him?”

     “He’s at the College of Synergetics. I’ll take you there.”

     “Oh thank you!” she quipped.

     “Don’t mention it. And Krugg, remember you just saved all of Tyria. Good job!” Varvar said pointing finger guns at the younger Asura.

     “So what are ‘wing-dings’?” Amaranda asked as they left the building.

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     Ceara wasted no time travelling through the countryside of the human kingdom of Kryta. She was heading east towards the Shiverpeak Mountains to visit a familiar cave that lay underneath the Durmond Priory in the hopes of finding anything that might help her. A kind farmer had given her a lift part of the way, taking her into the rolling hills of Gendarran Fields. She could see the piled wreckage of the gateway to Lion’s Arch in the distance when she decided to disembark from the farmer’s carriage.

     “Thank you, farmer.” She said quietly, handing him a few coins.

     “Anytime, stranger. I appreciated the company. Be safe out there. Centaurs and bandits are all around.”

     “I will.” She replied as she started walking towards the Lion’s Arch gate. As she approached, she took pause, looking over the refugee camp in the distance. An emptiness filled her chest as she looked down at her hands.

     “I did this…” she said to herself. She pulled the hood of her cloak in close and started walking towards the camp. She could make out an asura gate on the far end. She circled the edge of the camp, keeping her distance, watching the refugees and Lionguard move about. She paused as a child’s laughter caught her ear.

     “In times such as this, there is still joy to be found by innocence.” She closed her eyes and sighed deeply before continuing towards the gate. Looking at the Lionguard members guarding the portal, she quickly thought of a plan to get through. She pulled the scarf up over her mouth, holding it in place, coughing sporadically.

     “Halt.” One of the Lionguard ordered. “Where are you going?”

     “Durmond Priory.” She coughed, holding her hand over her mouth. The Lionguardsman looked concerned.

      “Were you exposed to the gas?”

     “Yes.” She coughed. “But I got out before it got too bad.”

     “Then you should be resting. Not out moving about.”

     “I know, sir. But I need to pass through. I…I have family on the other side.” She coughed.

     The guard paused a moment before sighing. “Ok. Just be careful.”

     “Thank you, sir.” She said quietly as she passed through the gate.  

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     Varvar led Amaranda through the halls of the College of Synergetics. It was almost too overwhelming for her. Asura were everywhere, talking about things she had never heard of, showing off their inventions to their classmates.

     “How in Tyria can you asura tolerate all this…this…this chaos?” she asked Varvar.

     “It’s easy if you just ignore most of it.” He replied. He led her into the administration area of the college. There was an asuran female tending to a console.

     “Yes?” she spoke in a snide tone as the duo approached, barely acknowledging their presence.

     “We’re looking for Professor Stigga. Is he in?” Varvar asked rather cheerfully.

     “Yes, fourth office on the left.” Her voice rather monotone.

     “Thank you!” he replied. They started moving past the console.

     “Wait a minute!” the clerk said raising her voice. They turned to see her tapping at another screen, still staring at her console. “Sign in please.” Varvar quickly typed in their names before continuing on their way.

     “She didn’t even look at us. It’s as if we just ruined her day by coming here.” Amaranda noted.

     “When you’re stuck at a dead-end job as a clerk, it sort of ruins your perspective on life.” He replied. “Ah, here we are. Stigga’s office” Standing in the doorway, they could see an older asura sitting at a desk, various holographic screens floating around him. A small golem hovered nearby. The asura turned to them, looking over his glasses.

     “Can I help you?” he asked in an authoritative voice.

     “Hello, Stigga. How’s it going?” Varvar asked in a jolly tone.

     “What do you want, Varvar?”

     “This Sylvari is looking for information on one of your former students.” Varvar replied. Stigga paused from typing on of the screens for a moment before slowly turning towards them.

     “Is this about who I think it is?” He asked sternly.

     “It’s about Ceara, sir.” Amaranda replied. Stigga took a deep breath.

     “You best not bother about that one. She was very bright, one of my best students, but her ways were very unorthodox.”

     “But sir, we’re trying to find out what happened to her in that machine. What did she see?”

     “We all know what happened to her in that device. It shattered her mind. That’s common knowledge.”

     “Yes, but…her ghost…I’ve seen it. It’s powerful, with some plan to do something terrible. We need to figure out how to stop it. Please sir, can you help us?” Amaranda pleaded. Stigga stared at her for a moment.

     “Very well, follow me. I’m going to introduce you to two of my students who I am sure would be glad to help you.” Stigga lead them to another part of the college nearby. They entered a small lab that was filled with gadgets and paperwork everywhere. Two asura, a male and a female, were working at a workbench in the middle of the room.

     “Front and center, you two.” Stigga ordered. The two asura looked up at him.

     “What did we do now?” the male asked.

       “Just get over here. You’re going out in the field. This sylvari has a ghost problem and you two are going to help her solve it.”

     “YES!!” the female one exclaimed excitedly. “This lab was becoming a bit too stuffy!” They walked over and stood in front of Stigga. Stigga then turned to Amaranda.

     “Shikijo and Joujou will be more than willing to help you in whatever you need.” He said to her. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have matters to attend to.” He left the lab.

     “Well, now that you have the help you need, I’ll be taking my leave as well.” Varvar said.

     “Thank you, Varvar. You have been a great help.” Amaranda said.

     “It was nothing. Good luck in whatever it is you are trying to do.” He said as he walked out of the lab.

     “So, sylvari, what is your name?” asked the female.

     “Amaranda. Nice to meet you.” Amaranda replied.

     “I’m Joujou, and this is Shikijo. So, what kind of ghost problem do you have? Seems unusual for a sylvari to have a ghost problem.”

     “It’s Scarlet Briar. She’s gaining power through the use of chaos energy and has some kind of plan to use it to strengthen the jungle dragon. We need to figure out how to stop her.”

     There was a long silence as the duo looked at Amaranda somewhat dumbfounded. “THE Scarlet Briar? The Terror of Tyria? The same that destroyed Lion’s Arch? Are you sure?”

     “Yes, quite sure.” Amaranda replied.

     “Um…oh, this is…is a lot bigger than we anticipated.” Shikijo said, thoughtfully rubbing his chin.

     “We accept the challenge!” Joujou exclaimed excitedly. “Let’s get this show on the road!” The duo ran through the lab grabbing up equipment.

     “Grab the spectrometer.”

     “Got it, what about the psychoenergetic analyzer.”

     “Yes, we need that. Where is it?”

     “Um…in that box maybe?...What about over there?”

     “Found it. Oh hey. I also found that lost photon reversal thermodongler we’ve been looking for.

     “Well put it someplace where we’ll find it.”

     “That’s what we did last time and we still lost it.”

     When they were finished racing around the lab they approached Amaranda. “So where are we headed!?” asked Shikijo.

     “Um..well, it moves around a lot. It’s been in Lion’s Arch, Kessex Hills, Divinity’s Reach for sure. Other places as well it seems.” Amaranda told them.

     “Hmm…Lion’s Arch is where she supposedly died. Let’s start there.” Joujou said. “So, Amaranda, anything we should know about this ghost?”

     “It’s very hostile. It’s as if….” Amaranda paused.

     “As if?” Shikijo asked.

     “As if…Ceara’s madness gained its own sentience and manifested itself.” Amaranda said quietly.

     “Ah, so it’s not so much a ghost, but a part of that sylvari’s mind.” Joujou said thoughtfully.

     “Uh…yes. I think so.”

     “Ha, this will be a cakewalk.” Joujou replied confidently. “Let’s go bust us a ghost!”

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     Ceara exited the asura gate led to the old dwarven ruins that now housed the Durmand Priory. The Priory was a studious institution that collected, researched, and stored magical artifacts and texts in large underground storage chambers to protect them from the dragons, or anything else with malicious intent.  In the mountain side below the Priory was the cave that led to her lair where she stayed while under the control of the jungle dragon. She pulled her cloak in close as the wind in the mountains whipped by her. She was thankful she had built in a small portable heat unit in the power pack to her armor to keep her warm when needed. She paused a moment as she looked over another refugee camp that was set up below the base of the Priory. She closed her eyes for a moment, a tear running down her cheek. She took a deep breath and made her way through the camp cautiously. People hundled together around campfires, wrapped in blankets, eating food from tin cans.

     “I’m sorry…” she whispered to herself. She passed by a post that had a wanted poster of her stuck to it. Various knives and other sharp implements stuck in it. She pulled her cloak closer and made her way to the entrance of the cave. She paused, a flood of memories flashed through her mind. Memories of a time she called this cave her home.

     “This would be so much easier had my teleporter not fried.” She thought entering the cave. “I remember there being a lot of beasties in here. Especially that giant ice worm.” She cautiously made her way down into the cave, which was surprisingly clear. She felt a tad uneasy about it. “Something or someone has been through here.” She murmured to herself as she struck up a small light from one of her satchels. She made it to the edge of the frozen pond that was deep within the cavern. The entrance to her former lair was on the other side. She could hear the ice worms slithering about under the ice.

     “1…2…3!” she darted across the ice. It groaned and cracked under her feet as she ran trying not to lose her footing. The ice exploded behind her as one of the worms crashed through trying to have her as a meal. Mere moments seemed to be an eternity when she finally reached the far side, clamoring as fast as she could up the rocky incline.

     “Well, that was easier than I thought.” She said catching her breath. She was cut short by a noise behind her. She turned to see a figure in the darkness up ahead, holding a torch. It grunted and snarled as it approached her.

     “A troll. I seem to remember they had a dwelling nearby.” She pulled out the pistol she took from her aetherblade assaulter and fired a shot at it. It howled and ran back the way it came. She hurried to the small alcove where the entrance to her lair was located. She paused, noticing the fake holographic wall that hid the entrance was inactive, and the heavy steel door sat opened. Cautionsly, she looked around the entrance before slowly stepping in. The room was dark, activating the switch that powered the few lights did nothing.

     “Thorns…” she whispered. She adjusted the small lamp she held to be as bright as possible. With its light, she was able to make out most of the small cave. Most of her things were gone, with only the rough furniture remaining. All of her notes and drawings, all of her equipment, all missing. Looking up at the ceiling, she saw the red painting of a serpentine dragon that she had painted in her madness. Omadd’s picture still hung in the corner, though the daggers she had stabbed in his eyes were long gone. She slowly raised her hand and lightly dragged her fingers down his face, a mix of anger and sorrow forming in the pit of her stomach.

     “Because of you…I saw it…I saw the Eternal Alchemy…” she remembered that fateful day. Overzealous to finally be able to see the subject of her study. Not knowing what lay in wait for her within it. The face of her creator. She breathed in deeply before she turned to her chair, which still sat in its place, though the console and screen she had were missing as well. She put her hand on the armrest and stared at it before looking over at one of her workbenches. She smiled at the fact that they had even taken the drawing of the rocket propelled dolyak she had wanted to make.

     “I really wanted to make that thing. I could have made it work.” She muttered to herself. “Well…there’s nothing of use to me here.” She sighed as she thought about what transpired in this room months prior. “Just nightmares…and painful memories.”  She walked towards the door, thinking of her next option.

     “It’s a long way to Prosperity.”  

[killerofdreams]

Supernatural Part 3

Summery Sam, Dean, and Ceara break into Peter’s house, making Erik very angry.

"Why would he have tried to kill you?" Sam asked.

"He hates me." Ceara told him.

"Why?"

"I don't know. He just always has."

"What happened to Peter?"

"I already told you."

"There's something you're not telling us."

"It was my fault."

"How?"

"His dad hit him. Not on purpose. He was trying to hit me but he got in the way."

"Eric hit his own son with a car?" Dean asked.

"Not on purpose."

"But why did he hate you?"

"I don't know but I've not been allowed to go to their house for the last two years. He gets mad."

"Was that the first time he tried to kill you?"

"No he's tried for years."

"Why didn't you tell someone?"

"I don't know but I know I should have."

"We should tell his mom."

"No. She'll be mad at me."

"Why would she be mad at you?"

"I thought we were trying to figure out how I can see dead people. Not what happened to Peter."

"Right sorry. Got anything Sammy?"

"Nope."

"Okay I know you don't want to talk about this but we need to know more about Eric."

"Why?" Ceara asked.

"He hit his son with a car."

"What do you want to know."

"Is there anywhere in the house he doesn't let you go?"

"He doesn't want me in the house at all but he doesn't let anyone in the basement."

"The basement? Of course."

"We need to get in there." Sam said.

"Tonight around midnight we'll sneak in."

"Good luck with that." Ceara told them.

"You're coming to."

"Fine."

"We'll pick you up at midnight." Sam told her.

"Okay."

"Who doesn't keep a key under the welcome mat?" Dean asked throwing the mat down. They were at Peter's house a little after midnight.

"Normal people not in tv shows." Sam told him.

"Shut it Sammy."

"Ceara do you know of a way to get in?"

"Peter used to keep his window unlocked and there's a tree right next to it." Ceara told him. "That's how I use to get in."

"Lead the way." Sam and Dean followed Ceara to the back of the house. "There." She told them stopped in front of a tree the lead up to a window on the second floor.

"So we just climb up there and open the window?" Dean asked. "This will be easy." He walked over to the tree and quickly climbed up it. He leaned over to the widow and pulled on it but it didn't open. "Damn it."

"The window pulls down."

"That's stupid."

"I know." Dean pulled down on the window and it slid open. "Yes." He slid through the widow and Ceara and Sam climb up the tree and in the window.

"Where's the basement?" Sam asked.

"The door in the living room."

"Okay let's go and try not to wake anyone up."

"Yeah, yeah." Dean said waking out of Peters room. Sam, Dean, and Ceara walked down the hall and down the stairs. The stairs ended in the living room.

"Is that it?" Sam asked pointing to a door by the fireplace.

"Yeah." Ceara told him. They walked over to the door and Dean tried to open it. "Locked." Dean said.

"Great. Do you know where the key is?" Sam asked Ceara.

"No. I don't sorry."

"That's fine. Dean pick the lock. Quietly."

"I'm always quiet." Dean said. He started to pick the lock.

"You okay Ceara?"

"Yeah I'm fine."

"Almost. Annnnnnndddddd got it." Dean said opening the door.

"What are you three doing?" They all froze. Sam turned around to see Eric standing at the top of the stairs.

"We can explain." He told him.

"We can?" Dean asked.

"Get out of my house before I call the cops." Eric told them.

"Right." Sam said pushing Ceara towards the door. "This won't happen again." They all ran outside to the car.

"That went well." Dean said. " Hey Ceara?"

"Yeah?"

"Is Peter buried in that graveyard?"

"He is. Why?"

"His parents live across the street from where he's buried?" Sam asked.

"That's messed up." Dean said. "Let's go take a look at his grave."

"Why?" Ceara asked.

"Call it a hunch."

"Okay. Fine." They followed Ceara into the graveyard and to where Peter was buried.

"What are you looking for?" Ceara asked.

"Not sure yet. Why is that tombstone blank?" Dean asked.

"Don't know but it's been there since Peter was buried."

"What are you three doing here?" Eric asked walking up to them.

"This is a graveyard." Dean said. "We can be here if we want."

"Do you know why this tombstone is blank?" Sam asked.

"That's none of your business."

"You sound like you got a secret there buddy." Dean said.

"Like I said it's none of your business. Now why don't you take Ceara home before I call her dad."

"Right well sorry about your son." Sam told him.

"I'm not." Dean said.

"Dean!"

"No I'm sorry the boy died but he gets no sympathy from me. I mean he hit his own son with a car."

"How do you now about that?" Eric asked.

"Ah forget it. Let's get Ceara home." The three of them started walking towards the car.

"How do you know about that! Did Ceara tell you? Get back here! You'll pay!"

"Don't listen to him." Sam whispered to Ceara. "It's okay." They made their way back to the car and started driving to Ceara’s house.

"That dudes messed up." Dean said.

"Yeah. Ceara's asleep." Sam told him.

"I thought cars terrified her."

"They do. She must be out of it."

"Must be."

"Ceara? You okay?"

"Hmm?" Ceara opened her eyes. She was outside leaning up against a brick wall. She knew this place but couldn't remember how.

"Ceara?"

"What?" She turned to look at who was talking to her but it wasn't Sam or Dean. It was a boy her age with long blond hair and blue eyes.

"You okay?" He asked. She remembered now. She knew where she was and definitely knew who was talking to her. Of course she did how could she forget his voice so quickly it wasn't that long ago. And where she was. It was imbedded in her memory. The movie theater. But how could she have gotten here? She won't even go down this road anymore. She looked away from him. Looked at the road and the bridge behind it. Then she saw it. Saw something that made her think she was crazy. Eric's car. Facing them. Right across the street. She looked back at the blond. He opened his mouth as if to say something but before he could Ceara had taken off running down the sidewalk away from him. She ran down the sidewalk till she came to a crossroads. She looked behind her. Eric's car was pulling out of where it had been parked and starting down the street towards her. She looked down the road in front of her and saw headlight. And for a few minutes that's all she could see but then she could see the car. A black 1967 Chevy Impala. It turned and went down the street to her left. She ran after it. The car stopped at a stoplight and she ran up to the drivers side window and started hitting it. "Dean! Sam!" She yelled as she hit the window.

"Whoa calm down." Dean said rolling the window down. "What's going on?"

"I don't know." She told him. "You have to help me!"

"Help you with what?" Sam asked getting out of the car and walking over to her.

"Sammy what are you doing?"

"This will sound crazy I know." Ceara told him. "But I think I might have some how gone back in time. And I know that's not possible but you two have seen a lot of impossible stuff as hunters right? But I know you. I know you don't remember me but I'm Ceara and you were trying to help me understand why I can see people who have died when we snuck in to Peters house who was dead and we made his dad mad and he said we'd pay. Then I fall asleep in the back of your car and woke up here. Next to Peter."

"Didn't you say he was dead?" Dean asked who was now out of the car standing next to Sam.

"He was."

"Calm down." Sam said. "You said your name was Ceara?"

"Yeah."

"Okay well take a few breathes. How'd he die? What happened?"

"He was hit by a car. It was trying to hit me though."

"What color car was it?" Dean asked.

"Blue."

"Dark or light?"

"Dark. Royal blue maybe."

"Sam."

"What?" He asked turning around to face him.

"Sam!" Sam turned back to look where Dean was looking.

"Ceara!" He reached out and grabbed her. The car hit the building they were standing by with a loud crash.

[allumetterouge]

I almost didn’t post this today, tbh - but I choose to trust the two lovely people who told me I wouldn’t make a fool out of me showing y’all this

Thank you @minchen0897 and @ceara-banana <3 And a Happy Valentine’s to you!

The Perks of being Jason Todd

Relationship: Jason/Tim Summary: It's way too easy to convince Jason to pick Dick's drunk brother up from a party. Which may or may not have to do with his stupid crush. 

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Jason dreaded what Dick would say the moment he picked up the phone. So he stared at the device before reclining back in his chair and finally giving in.

“What?”

“I got good news and bad news.”

“Don’t you always?” He twirled his pencil in the hand not holding the phone. His thesis was due in two months and he really had wanted to work on it today – but Dick Grayson was a man on a mission and Jason knew not to stand in his way. Mostly because it ended up advantageous for him, too.

“The dean agreed to listen to your proposal about female hygiene products in the bathrooms.”

“Fuck yes. Just give them some pads, at least, dammit, it’s not that hard.”

Dick chuckled mirthlessly. “He’s going to listen, Jay, no one said anything about him agreeing with you. You remember the last time you asked him to give out free stuff to the student body?”

“Pretty sure HE won’t forget it either. - So what’s the deal? When can I talk to him? In fact, I got some time right now.” Jason turned the page on his notepad.

“Not before next Friday?”

“Next Friday, huh.” He jotted down the date and underlined it twice. Jason liked to be prepared for this kind of stuff and he would make sure to let Donna do most of the talking this time. Nobody could refuse her; she was a goddess and she knew it.

“Jay,” Dick said, his voice low enough to be little more than a hiss through the phone. “About the bad news.”

Of course. There was always a catch. “What is it? Does he want a public apology?”

“Actually, it’s a favor.”

“Geeze, what does he want?” Slapping his hand on the desk, he stood, starting to pace through his room.

“It’s for me actually.” Jason stopped dead in his tracks. Dick Grayson, the golden boy himself, needed a favor from the one student who just couldn’t keep his mouth shut and study nicely like all the other students on campus?

“Can you pick up my little brother?”

It was no secret Dick Grayson had been adopted. It was no secret he hadn’t been the only kid that had been adopted by the same, wealthy family. It was a secret, though, who that wealthy family was, as all of them went by their original last names. So when Dick told him about his little brother, Jason was surprised to know the kid. Tim Drake was a freshman in his literature class and he was pretty sure they had argued about every text they had discussed in class. And by ‘pretty sure’ Jason meant ‘he knew exactly how bad it was that those were the pictures his subconsciousness conjured up almost every time he jerked off’.

The worst part was that they weren’t even friends. They didn’t know each other outside of class and as much as Jason wanted to kiss that pretty brain behind that pretty face, that was about it.

With growing annoyance, Jason still found himself pushing his way through the party Tim had called his brother from. Parties were boring. People dancing and screaming at each other was not Jason’s idea of a good evening. His mood only perked up when he saw a familiar figure leaning on one of the couches in the living room.

“Cassie,” he called out to Donna’s cousin. The girl actually heard him over the noise and Jason thanked God for that small miracle.

The blonde blinked at him for a moment longer than needed, which might have more to do with the red cup in her hand than his charming good looks. “You’re...”

“Jason,” he prompted, only to add, “the guy Donna brought over to cook dinner around Christmas?”

“Oh, right! Jackson!”

“Jason. Listen, I’m looking for Tim Drake? Tiny guy, usually wearing some kind of flannel and jeans?”

Cassie started at him, the corner of her mouth turning down slightly. “I know Tim.”

“Great.” Jason shoved his hands in his pockets, shifting a little on his feet. He cringed when one of his shoes kept sticking to the floor. “I’m here to pick him up.”

Chucking back her drink, Cassie waved her hand over the couch she was leaning on. When Jason didn’t move, she pushed her cup in his hands and bent down over the couch.

“Your ride’s here.”

Carefully not to tread into anything else, Jason rounded the couch to watch Cassie lean over the kid he’s been looking for. Just like her, Tim seemed to be inebriated, but unlike Cassie, he was flushing and crying and trying to pull the girl over the backrest.

“Geeze.” Jason ran a hand through his hair. “You’re a mess, kid.”

It took them a while to get Tim in his car, but together, Cassie and Jason made it. The drive wasn’t too long, but it would take them enough time to listen to the radio if they weren’t talking. And Tim hadn’t seemed to be in any condition to talk. For a while, Jason was sure the kid had fallen asleep, but he turned the radio down and his heart sank when he heard the sobs coming from the backseat.

“You okay back there?”

The noise stopped impressively fast, but Tim couldn’t quite get the tears out of his voice. “What do you care?”

With a sigh, Jason set the turn signal. “Come on. I’m getting you home. Least you can do is tell me what the fuck happened that made Dick promise to play in the next play.”

Tim sat up, his arms crossed over his chest. He looked like a petulant child but Jason still felt relief wash over him. He’d stopped crying. That was the Tim he knew, the one who didn’t take Jason’s bullshit. “He so did not.”

“You got me,” Jason chuckled. “It’d be great, though. Imagine him as Peter Pan. We could actually hang him on some ropes and make him fly - wouldn’t be half as dangerous as having Rose do it again.”

“Rose was a great Peter.”

That, Jason had to give her. He’d gotten into trouble for the gender thing, of course, but no one actually cared other than the dean.

Tim put a hand on the seat, almost touching Jason’s shoulder. He was leaning his head on the cushion, glancing at Jason from the corner of his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“You probably got better things to do than picking up some asshole on a Saturday night.”

Keeping his eyes on the road, Jason felt his heart beat against his ribs. This close, he could smell Tim. Could smell the alcohol and the party on his skin. The last time they had been this close, Tim had almost jumped over his table to get in Jason’s face about Lady Macbeth. The kid had looked vicious then, vicious and more alive than ever. There was no chance in hell Jason would ever forget the fire in his eyes or the sneer on his lips, but neither seemed likely on the young boy in the back of his car.

Tim leaned his head on the passenger seat, studying Jason with eyes, still red from crying. After a moment or two that felt way too long, he sighed; a tiny, wet sound that made Jason’s heart clench painfully. “Just... sorry for being a bother, I guess. It’s my fault and I should be able to find my own way home...”

“Yeah, okay.” On the spur of the moment, Jason hit the breaks to merge into another line. “That’s bullshit. We’re not doing that.”

“Wait, what?” Tim blinked, pushing of the seat to look around. “This is not the way home.”

“It’s called a detour.” Jason gritted his teeth. His hands started to shake on the wheel but he refused to look at Tim. Whatever he thought about Jason’s impulse, he would have to verbalize it because Jason couldn’t deal with hurting the kid even more. Not when his intentions were actually quite the opposite.

“Look, birdbrain,” he said, still keeping his eyes on the road. “I’m not letting you home like this. I’m pretty sure you don’t want to explain to your dad what happened if you can’t even tell Dick, so no. We’re gonna sober you up first and then we’ll think about getting your glass slipper back so the prince won’t find you and tell your dad about that party.”

“Shit.” Tim sat back. “My paper’s due on Friday.” Jason blinked, looking back at the boy and giving him a confused grunt that made Tim laugh. “Conner still has my laptop.”

“Then go get it some time this week.”

Tim laughed again. A broken, hysteric laugh that made Jason actually turn his head. “He doesn’t want me back. He’s broken up with me and doesn’t want to see me again and I can’t get my laptop anymore. It’s gone. Whoosh.” Tim’s hands move, imitating a small explosion, but his face still bore the false cheer.

Jason bit his lip, trying to focus on the road ahead. So that’s what all this was about. This was the reason Tim got drunk at that party and called Dick, acting so out of character his brother made sure the kid got home safely. Cursing his luck, Jason could only hope Dick would come home sooner than intended. Knowing the family, Tim didn’t have much fun with his little brother and their father without Dick around, even if there was no break-up hanging over his head like a dark cloud.

Tim and Conner had been … No matter how much Jason had wanted to get to know Tim better, their relationship had always been a great excuse not to try anything. To not try getting Tim’s attention, because knowing he’d be rejected felt way better when the reason wasn’t Tim not being interested but the plausible deniability that already being taken gave him.

So Tim and Conner were no more. Great. Dick had called them ‘soulmates’ once and Jason had wanted to vomit. Whatever the case, the kid must be hurting like hell right now and all Jason saw was the way his face twisted into that grimace, that smile that was even more fake than Claudius’s declarations to Hamlet’s mother.

“Stay put,” Jason ordered when he pulled into the rest stop. Working at the restaurant there had its perks – one of them being getting good, greasy food in the middle of a Saturday night without questions asked. Still warm, too. Jason stalked across the parking lot with a doggy bag in hand not long after, opening the back door of his car with a flourish. “Now you get out. Fresh air and greasy food, just what the doctor ordered.”

Tim sneered, his nose crinkling harshly. But he did as he was told. His tears had stopped, but standing next to Jason, he seemed even smaller than usually. His shoulders slumped and his feet dragging behind him as they made their way to one of the benches where families would pack out their lunch when they didn’t come into the restaurant to eat on their way to whatever vacation they had planned.

They sat with their backs to the table and Jason handed a bottle of water over. Tim drank without a word, kept taking the food from Jason silently. It felt nice, just existing like this. Moving with each other, no words needed. The kid wolfed down the burger Jason had gotten for him, and he was half-way through his fries when he finally looked up. He looked up but ducked his head between his shoulders, a blush on his cheeks that Jason blamed on the cool night air.

“Thank you.”

He shrugged. Whatever Tim was thinking about, he was still a little drunk and would have one hell of a hangover in the morning. “Don’t mention it. ‘s not like I’m doing this for free.”

Tim’s gaze fell, his hands fumbling with the bottle. “Oh.”

“Yeah, Dickie is getting old cummerbund to talk to me again,” Jason added. The kid was confusing him, one second, he seemed to feel better, to calm down, the other… he looked even more devastated than before. “Stop thinking about that asshole.”

Tim snorted, leaning his back against the table to look up at the stars. “Who says I’m thinking about Conner?”

“You’re thanking me like you owe me. You really just want to feel bad about yourself and being a bother to me gives you another reason.”

The kid chuckled, hugging the bottle close to his chest. “Stop trying to make sense, I’m still drunk.”

Jason couldn’t help himself, he leaned over, his arm falling behind Tim on the table like it belonged there. And he smiled. Genuinely. “You’re awfully eloquent for someone still being drunk.”

“I’m still able to make bad choices.” Tim grinned back, his face so close Jason could feel the warmth of his breath against his neck. His eyes drifted towards Tim’s lips seeing the words more than hearing them and wanting to feel them against his mouth more than he’d wanted anything in a long time. “Really, really bad choices,” the kid said, his head falling against Jason’s shoulder. “Like telling Conner about the other guy.”

“The other--” Jason’s lungs were on fire, each breath hurting as he felt Tim getting comfortable under his arm.

“The other guy I like.”

“Oh.” Jason forced a smile on his face. Tim was drunk and cuddling up with him because he was drunk. He didn’t like Jason and he didn’t like Conner either. He liked someone else. Someone who wasn’t Jason. He was doing a bad job of hiding his pain, having Tim in his arms and still knowing he had no chance to be more to Tim than the guy from Literature 101 who grinned way too much while telling him all the ways he was wrong about this or that interpretation. More than the guy his brother talked into stopping him from getting black-out drunk at a stupid party.

“You’re a good person, Jason. You’re easy to talk to, you know? I…” Tim sighed against his shoulder. “I like you.”

Jason didn’t recognize his voice when the words came out almost automatically. He stood, dislodging the kid and ignoring the sudden cold he felt where Tim’s warmth had been only moments before. “Let’s get you home,” he said, shutting off the pain he felt at those stupid, three words. Words he had longed to hear – but not like this.

The trip was short and all the while, they hadn’t spoken another word. The radio had filled the silence, but something had changed, so when Jason killed the motor in front of Tim’s house, he didn’t expect the kid to hesitate.

“Thank you. For … everything,” Tim said, his hands gripping the seatbelt.

Jason grunted. He wanted a cigarette but he hated smoking in the car. The smell just never left the upholstery and the ash got everywhere.

“I, um, I meant it.” The kid unbuckled and chuckled absentmindedly. Tim was not looking at him and the blush on his cheeks could not be blamed on the cold. Jason’s heating was working perfectly fine.

He leaned over the stick one hand on the console, the other tentatively bracing itself on Jason’s shoulder. Tim moved slowly, giving him all the time he’d need to stop him, but Jason had never expected anything like this. Had no idea what to think of Tim’s lips pressing against his.

Jason didn’t react. He was frozen in place, yelling at himself to get a move on - this might be his only chance, Tim might not even know him anymore on Monday. Kid’s drunk and heartbroken and desperate for comfort. But Jason felt himself kiss back, his fingers sliding over Tim’s knee and his eyes falling close.

Ever since the start of the semester, he had been curious about this; had wanted to feel Tim’s tongue in his mouth, had wanted to hear the soft sounds, the tiny breaths between them, but Jason was a bad man. A bad choice and Tim was drunk and heartbroken and desperate for comfort.

When he pulled back, he was panting, and so was Tim. Their breaths came out in short, shallow puffs, mingling in the small space between them. Opening his eyes, Jason could see the spark in Tim’s. Never had he seen the kid’s cheeks so red or his lips so swollen, making a picture that would haunt him in his dreams.

“Thank you,” Tim said again, smiling. His eyes closed and the moment broke, getting Jason back to reality. He had wanted this, but it was a bad idea. So, so bad…

Tim let himself fall back into his seat, taking a deep breath before putting a hand on the door. He kept smiling, but Jason knew his eyes would still be swollen, would still be red from crying all night and his head would hurt and he’d regret this night in the morning.

Climbing out of the car, Tim moved slowly, as if reluctant to leave. He turned back, one hand still on the door. “So, um. Wanna get lunch together on Monday?”

Jason blinked, dumbfounded. “I... Yes.” Because he wanted to. He really, really wanted to. Get to know Tim better, that is. And maybe… more.

“Great,” Tim grinned, his eyes bright in the harsh light of the car. “It’s a date,” he said before jerking the door shut.

A minute passed, maybe ten or twenty, Jason didn’t know - but he did know he should turn the motor on and leave, instead of lurking in Tim’s driveway like a creep.

He smiled, finally turning the key. “It’s a date,” he said, turning up the radio real loud. There was no way he would sleep tonight; not with the way his heart was jumping in his throat just thinking about Monday.

[laurenkavanaghmediastudies]

Production Day 4

Our fourth production day was going to take place in the centre of Bristol in castle park, however when we got into town we had a change of heart and decided that we would all prefer to film in the bear pit and in the Cabot circus so that there was a relationship between the time-lapse at the start of the video and throughout the rest of the video. The bear pit was also colourful and there is always people doing activities there that we thought we could take advantage of. Cabot circus would also be busy and there would be lots of people around representing the video as energetic and fun. Cabot circus is also well lit with artificial lighting this way we wouldn’t have to depend on the weather for good lighting. For filming on this day the equipment that we needed was a camera, tripod and a shoulder mount

The first shots we wanted to shot were of Ceara and Ellie in front of a graffiti wall, this was in the tunnels of the Bear Pit. The graffiti on the wall was filled with colour as well as interesting designs. The tunnels were also lit with a uv light and other artificial light making all the colours really stand out creating a beautiful shot. The first shot was Ceara stood on her own in front of the wall looking at the camera and then looking away as well as pulling lots of different facial expressions. We did the same shot in a mid-shot and a long shot to create a bit of diversity. Ceara wore simple but effective makeup as well as a leather jacket that is fashionable representing her as a trend artist who the audience will aspire to be like.

The next shot was going to be of Ellie in the same location however we swapped sides so that the mise-en-scene was the same but the colours were slightly different, Ceara had a purple background and Ellie had a yellow one. We wanted to create the same effect as the previous shot so we filmed her in a mid-shot and a long shot standing in front of the camera and looking at the camera and looking to the side, although this time we got her to look to the opposite side to Ceara so that when we edit the shots together we could frame it so they are looking at each other. Ellie again pulled a variety of facial expressions showing she was happy.

Once these shots were completed and filmed a couple of times we moved onto the next one, this is when Ceara and Ellie are stood in front of the graffiti wall together chatting and laughing representing them as really good friends and being happy. We filmed them in the same location but again in a slightly different place than where they had both been filmed individually this was to give the impression that they had met up. We filmed them chatting and laughing from a mid-shot and a long shot. To get a variety of footage we also filmed them both walking into shot and meeting each other as well as walking out of shot in different directions. When we were happy that we gathered enough footage that we could edit together to tell a story we moved onto filming the match on action shot.

The match on action shot that we wanted to create was the girls walking through the tunnel together, the first shot was them walking out from behind the corner and walking straight past the camera, we had to adjust this a couple of times so that the framing of both them was correct the whole way through the shot from when they were far away to when they got closer. Once we had corrected the exact path they needed to walk we marked it on the ground with 2 bags that weren’t visible in the shot. This was going to be the first shot of match on action. For the second shot I panned the camera round and kept the tripod in the same place so there would be no continuity errors. The girls then walked the exact same path again but this time walked further so they walked in and out of shot. Once we were happy with the footage we had collected we moved on to capturing the next shot, to do this we walked into the centre of the bear pit and was just going to film people walking around.

Once we had set the camera up in the centre of the bear pit we seen some boys skate boarding and doing so tricks we thought this would be a good shot to film if they would let us. Ellie politely asked the two boys if we could film them for our media and they said it was okay. We filmed them for roughly 15minutes to ensure we had enough footage. The boys were skating and jumping over a bench we filmed them doing this in several different ways. The first way was we kept the camera still and let them skate in and out of the shot. The next shot type was to track the boys as they were doing the trick. We filmed them in this ways lots of times. The next shot type we did was when they were skating towards us we would start of zoomed in when they were far away and the closer they got we would zoom out. Overall I think we capture some really good shots however there was only a couple that we could use because they didn’t land every shot and occasionally they fell off. I think this was a great opportunity for us and we were all very happy they let us film them as we can represent them in our music video as trendy and energetic it will also tie in with the theme of being active.

After finishing filming in the Bear Pit we headed into Cabot Circus where we would do some more filming of Ceara and Ellie to represent them as best friends in the music video. The first shot we did in Cabot was going up the escalator, Ceara and Ellie stood at the bottom and waited to come up and I stood at the top with the camera on the shoulder mount ready to go down. I filmed Ceara and Ellie as they were approaching me and then once they had gone past I panned around and filmed them as they moved out of shot. We did this 6 or 7 times to ensure we go the right shot. After getting a lot of strange looks for going up and down we had finally captured the shot perfectly and were happy to move onto the next. 

The next shot was Ellie and Ceara just walking around Cabot Circus, I did this in several different ways, I filmed from behind, the front and both sides to get a variety of shots, I did each one for about 5 minutes so that we could cherry pick the exact shot we wanted. The last shot we then wanted to achieve was Ceara and Ellie walking past me while I was stood on a bridge, the fact that I was on a bridge allowed me to get a steady shot that you could see them both very clearly, as they walked around the eventually walked onto the bridge and I panned around and then started tracking them.

Overall I think this production day went extremely well, although we didn’t do everything as we planned such as filming in castle park I believe we got even better shots. The shots that we have captured allow us to represent Ceara and Ellie as really good friends in editing and it also represents them as fun and loving people that the audience can aspire to be like. I think the skateboarding is one of the best shots we have captured from this day and will look great when we could to edit it, there is already some ideas of putting it in slow motion.