InsaneJournal

WHO: Prue Halliwell and Peter Petrelli
WHAT: Prue's restless and wants to unwind. So she's engaging in one of her favorite pastimes: photography.
WHEN: Mid-afternoon
WHERE: The park and pond area near Building D.
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress

Piper was gone. Yes, Paige, Chris, and the other Prue were still present, but Piper was gone. She had been the only familiar link that Prue had to her world - her little sister - and just like that she was no longer in the city. It had been a bitter pill to swallow, the knowledge that she likely would never see her again, and for a week or so Prue had allowed herself to wallow a bit in the sorrow that came with that knowledge.

Then she had done what she always did when faced with adversity. She picked herself up, brushed herself off, and found something to occupy her time so she wasn't obsessing (thinking intensely, thankyouverymuch) over the situation.

In this case, she had chosen photography. It had always been a passion of hers. A source of both relaxation and frustration in a way that wasn't too frustrating. Or at least wasn't life or death. And here in Colligo, there were plenty of picturesque places she could practice her hobby too.

Today, she had wandered to the park near Building D. The pond, and area surrounding it, especially was nice. The grass was still green but the leaves had begun to change to autumn colors. There was a slight breeze that caused them to sway in tandem, and various small, furry animals were scurrying about in search of meals to stockpile for the upcoming winter.

The camera that she'd purchased for a pretty penny - more grateful than ever for the job that she'd landed at that ad agency - was gripped tightly in her hands as she lined up the lens with a bird that had just landed on the edge of its nest. The bench overlooking the pond was in front of her and Prue climbed up on it, gaze still looking through the viewscreen of the camera on her shot, then knelt upon the cold wooden slabs. Just as the bird spread its wings for flight she took the shot, smiling to herself at what she was certain would be quite a nice picture once she'd had it developed.

Climbing back down off the bench, she peered through the viewscreen again in search of another shot that just screamed 'capture me on film'! She was so busy looking for that shot, in fact, that she didn't realize someone else was in the area until she managed to crash right into them. She stumbled back a few steps at the contact, her grip tightening even more on her camera as her gaze snapped upward, apology already on her lips and cheeks flushed slightly with embarrassment for her abnormal, less-than-attentive behavior.