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First Person

I have not updated in a while and for those this concerns, my apologies. I have been a quite busy lately. Although, I am afraid there is nothing of interest to report.

I did, however, visit a casino recently. It was mostly out of curiosity and I did make sure to schedule my visit outside of peak hours. It was actually highly entertaining. I didn’t participate in any of the games but I did witness something of an altercation near a slot machine. Apparently, one can leave a machine and come back and still have some type of claim to it. I found myself taking the side of the elderly woman if only in spirit. It didn’t appear that she needed any assistance with the man she’d had the disagreement with. Security handled the remainder of the matter quite efficiently anyhow.

Also, it appears that counting cards isn’t has difficult as I was previously lead to believe. It is however extremely frowned upon. That is as much as I am able to say at the moment as I have be advised that revealing anymore would lead to severe damage of my kneecaps. And I prefer my kneecaps unharmed, thank you.

Third Person

One day he figured, more like hoped in that deep, dark part of himself that still believed in that sort of thing, that the adult film industry would get a little more creative. Someone like him, of course, had come in a strange mixture of green and bright red. He had been inexperienced and mortified but he’d been desensitized rather quickly by the sheer amount of sex he’d had to witness on a daily basis. And now… well, it was all just so boring. They gave him the same angles, the same faces, the same fake moans and groans and he’d sworn he’d seen that hat in at least five other movies. It was all just so monotonous. In fact, it kind of made him not want to have sex at all, because really, even if the moaning and groaning were faked the actual act certainly wasn’t. He was starting to seriously doubt his career choice.

Shino narrowed his eyes, shielded safely behind dark glasses. That cut right… there. It was just… wrong. He couldn’t quite place his finger on how or even why at the moment. But it just was. The vague sense of wrongness would stay just that temporarily. That was until he figured out a way to cut this movie into something just on the other side of a hot mess. In the meantime, temporary was a good word. He would focus on that word and his dinner. Temporary was what this job was supposed to have been. He had liked have thought of it as simply a break between semesters and hopefully enough time for his father to stop hating him enough to finish paying for his schooling. That didn’t seem to be working out so well in his favor.

The song changed to something he couldn’t place entirely either. Something Emo and seemingly perfectly placed in the soundtrack that was now his life. He’d change it if he could find his mouse underneath all of this backlog. He was growing tired of this playlist. He frowned around a mouthful of carrots and peanut butter. His editing suite was a bit… disheveled. He really needed to make the time to straighten things up. He scratched absently at a thin strip of forearm that peeked out from beneath the sleeve of his sweatshirt and frowned even more.

Better music is exactly what this movie needed. A better director wouldn’t hurt either but who was he to say so. He was just lowly editing technician who now had to make magic out of bunch of crappy shots. Amateur porn indeed, he thought and buried his face in his palm and rubbed at tired eyes. He liked to keep it as dark in here as he could when he was by himself, but the light from the monitors was starting to give him a headache.