""Good luck out there." Gert gave Ricky a friendly nod as he went away, leaving her alone with her thoughts. In a way Gert and Trish share a parallel perspective as to why, for the first time in a long while, they had set foot in Edenridge. It wasn't planned, it never even crossed their minds but now they find themselves standing in a familiar place. Friends felt almost like strangers at first meeting. Both their drive to venture beyond Edenridge helped them make a name for themselves out there, but as if by comic irony, their careers, the thing they work hard on to keep themselves away from that place, lead them right back to it anyway. If things back in Paris werent as dramatic as the ones on the Edenridge script is then she wouldn't even bother. But somehow she couldn't resist that phone call.
One of the staff called out for her from the back room. "Ms. Maillard?" It was time for another scene. She went back in, not bothering to stop by at her trailer for a retouch. But then again she wore her face naturally for this role. It's how she would prefer and what Trish would. She does have a lot in common with her character more than the director or Gert herself claim to realize.
Trish Palmer
Trish skillfully captures every point and angle of the city's fine sceneries; from coffee shops, outdoor markets and abandoned graffiti clad buildings, it was amazing how little of a town can hold so much appeal. The client would definitely love it. She finished a roll of film, pulling the rewind clunk of her camera. Trish would switch from digital to analogue whenever, although prefers more of the latter's simplicity and technical challenge. In digital photography, you could take a multitude of shots and assess which ones are the best, while in analogue, you'll have to make every shot count. Plus without any previews, you'll have to trust your own artistic instincts when it comes to finding the right angles, as to not waste an expensive roll.
For a while now since she started her photowalk, which she could honestly go on for miles just snapping at random spots, Trish paused on her destination, analyzing the bold signage just on top of the entrance right after she took a quick snap.
Welcome home. she mumbled to herself, as she took it upon herself to walk around Edenridge High's grounds.
She was strolling together with the ghosts of her highschool life, reminiscing at every memento she passes by. The few steps towards the entrance where she'd sit around watching people pass by, that large tree at the corner of the grounds where she'd hang out with her squad, the back lot where she'd hide to smoke a joint or two, like she was catapulted back to 2006 right then. Back in the days were life used to be simple, back when she didnt give a damn and do all the craziest shit she can manage. Then that thing happened. Those benign memories will never be the same again.
Trish took the few steps to the entrance, the hairs on her skin raised at the whirlwind of emotions that came over her. She looked back fondly at those days, remembering those people who became an essential part of who she is now. In the background she heard the event happening in the Gym, she absently walked over Ty Carter's plaque.
"Hey there, Mr.Lucky" Trish can almost provide a nick name for every student body she ever knew in just mere seconds like a sobriquet wizard. Trish knew Ty since she always managed to slip in casually at any party, invited or otherwise. She remembered him being Foxy's older brother, a good guy despite what some might think about him. Trish continued her pace, she was like a lost kid looking around at an unfamiliar place. Funny how it looks smaller now than the last time she remembered.
