Rudolph exited a solid black revolving door. He was so glad that the Camp had a dark room. The room was stocked with detox and fix, and stop. He wondered how many people actually used the Developing room... probably not many. The son of Iris moved to a tall metal table and spread out his photos. They were fresh out of the water bath, if he let them touch, they'ed stick, and become ruined. He turned to a wire rack, probably used to let paintings dry, but figured it would suit the same purpose. Rudolph began to load the drying rack with his 5x7 inch photos. Faces of campers smiled up at him and he couldn't help but smile back. Though several of them were against getting their photos taken, he could see the beauty each one of them possessed. And he loved capturing it.
Rudolph wiped his hands on his worn skinny jeans, removing the water that lingered on his palms before working on developing his newly shot film. Rudolph collected the essential supplies around the art room, a black bag, a canister and lid, two film reels, a pair of scissors and a can opener. Rudolph placed all the items into the bag before zipping it closed and stuffing his arms in the holes meant for work. Rudolph rolled his shoulders under a crimson cardigan and set to work, glancing up slightly as he noticed the presence of a girl.
Rudolph wiped his hands on his worn skinny jeans, removing the water that lingered on his palms before working on developing his newly shot film. Rudolph collected the essential supplies around the art room, a black bag, a canister and lid, two film reels, a pair of scissors and a can opener. Rudolph placed all the items into the bag before zipping it closed and stuffing his arms in the holes meant for work. Rudolph rolled his shoulders under a crimson cardigan and set to work, glancing up slightly as he noticed the presence of a girl.