Game On

Reporting

Ello :))
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"I hate crowds," Ella grumbles, managing to squeeze pass the hundreds of people lined up and blockading the steps to the senators office. I shield my camera as best as I can, trying to protect it from anything.

The protest was insane to say the least. Rightfully so considering the cause, but as Ella said, the crowds were unbearable. Everyone was shouting, holding up signs, while we were attempting to get to the front of the crowd so we could do our thing.

Thousands of people were here, arguing that Seattle's senator should be removed from office for his anti-lgbtq+ comments. And I was of course 100% with them. I snap a few photos while inside the crowd, close ups of people with writings on their face, or even temporary tattoos of their flags.

Ella and I finally made it through the crowd after an agonizing push. Our passes were really useless with these types of events, but I knew law enforcement could attempt to take my camera for evidence if anything happened and I snapped it.

Ella takes notes of what people are chanting, of the officers barricading the office entrance, the type of things written on posters. I snap what I can, despite the disapproving looks I get from many participating civilians. If it wasn't for photographers, so much of these movements wouldn't even be brought to light on media, wouldn't showcase the passion. Instead they see me as a intrusive reporter.

"I think I have all that I need, the rest I'll hear from sources. Do you need to stay a bit longer?" Ella asks, I nod at her, knowing that things could escalate quickly, or maybe not at all. I didn't want to miss it if it did. She nods and says that she'll wait in the car.

I spend another hour at the protest, I catch a few pictures of police stopping some individuals from spray painting their flag colors on the premises, as if it couldn't be washed off later. I snap a few couples kissing, a few individuals holding up their signs about funding for transitioning. The senator makes no appearance during my time here and I decide to head to the car after my extra hour.

I open the car door, Ella's legs are resting atop the steering wheel as she sits slumped in her seat on her phone. She looks at me.

"Anything interesting happen?" she asks?

I shake my head, "Nothing crazy," I reply. It was eight o'clock by the time we leave, the sun just about to set. Ella and I agree to get dinner and picked chinese takeout.

Once we get our food, and Ella orders way too many crab legs than I think she can eat, we head back to my apartment and debate on what to watch when we get there.

We settle on watching Lucifer, because hello, Tom Ellis. Ella and I snuggle up on the couch and eat as we watch tv.

"Ugh, Maze is like my dream woman," Ella says. I smile and chuckle at her, "She reminds me of my friend Bianca, I think you two would get along great," I tell her.

We talk for a bit before Ella decides to leave, having to edit and turn in her report by midnight. I clean up the food and put it away for later.

I wanted to sort through the photos I took today, pick which ones I think are the best and give them their brief descriptions. I grab my lap top from my room and grab my camera, extracting the memory card and plugging it in. The file pops up a few moments later and I open in, seeing all my photos load one by one.

It takes me two hours to sorts through all two-hundred. It's amazing how many pictures you capture without realizing it. I pick the three I feel are best and put them in a folder, deleting a good chunk of photos that are practically identical but keeping alternatives just in case Evan doesn't like the ones I chose.