i made a mosaic from torn snapshots of youth. [parker/zeke]

Everything was madness. Ever since she's had to move out her dorm back home, she's been nothing, but busy. Between Yearbook, trying to wrap her mind around what's happened, and having to move back home to work at the morgue while going to school, she's on the verge of a mental breakdown. Knowing everything was kind of her thing, but in this moment, she's truly at a loss of what to do. Pictures turning into ghosts of what once was. An annoyance in the way her fingers pull at the string on the wall, ripping dozens of photos to the ground. She'd clean it up later, pack it all away for home in a bit, but right now, she needed to go to Maverick and her smoking spot.

She's spent enough time staring at dead faces. She doesn't want to stare at any more. A silence fills her as she looks to her camera, pulling the strap over her head and around her shoulders. Murder wasn't a normal occurrence ad they've already been through four of them now. People dying left and right, fingers twist around the camera as she silently steps down the steps of the dormitory. As long as she had her camera, she could catch someone trying to kill her. It's a better plan than nothing at all. Cleo had run across the killer twice and died for it. A part of her felt there was a connection to the killer and Cleo. Things weren't adding up, but it wasn't her job to solve it.

Instead, she'd go home to hear her parents asking her if she's okay and babying the hell of out of her. Offering to let her rest, but she'd want to work overtime. Forget about the Salvatore Academy deaths. A silence falls over her as she exits the girls dorms and heading out for her and Mav's spot. The sound of a jumbling of multiple things comes from behind her, pulling the camera forward, she clicks it in a swift moment. Only to realize a second later it's Zeke trying to catch up to her and is now in front of her walking backwards.

"Parker, hey-" A raised eyebrow towards him before she listens to what he has to say. "Any chance you'd ever lend me a camera?" It isn't the first time she's been asked this. In yearbook, she's been asked for a spare camera before. She's got them, but most of the time they're for other types of film or set ups. Silently, she stares to his pack, wondering what is inside it. A killer was on the loose after all, but she stares at him for a moment, remembering how Zeke was nothing like his sibling.

"Maybe. What are you using it for?"

Photography is her passion.

"I could help you depending on what you're trying to capture."