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Angela Montenegro ([personal profile] thenormalsquint) wrote in [community profile] multiversallogs2011-11-08 07:03 pm

» she saw the pictures and painted them

Who: Angela and You. YES, YOU!
What: Come be drawn like one of her French girls.
Where: A street corner a few blocks away from the inn.
When: Early Misdi afternoon
Warnings: The warning is... it's Angela.



On this chilly, yet sunny afternoon, Angela Montenegro can be seen walking down on of Baedal’s many streets, dragging behind her is a little red wagon filled to the brim with art supplies. Where she got the wagon isn't important; what is important, however, is what Angela's planning on doing with the equipment.

Setting up is done quickly and easily with the finesse of a pro (this isn't her first rodeo, kids.) One sketchpad is placed on an easel and flipped to a clean page where Angela scribbles in thick black marker:

ART DONE BY PARIS TRAINED ARTIST – 6 SHEKELS EACH PORTRAIT


She stands back and eyes her handiwork before an almost evil grin spreads across her face. And in smaller, but not too small, letters, Angela writes the words:

NUDES ARE WELCOME. 1 MARK.


And in even smaller letters:

PLEASE HELP ME NOT STARVE. SUPPORT THE ARTS!


And in almost illegible letters towards the bottom right corner of the page:

Please? I don't want to do death masks anymore. ):
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[personal profile] andyoullmissit 2011-11-12 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Blink. Well," she corrects. "Clarice, but everyone calls me Blink." She's grateful that Angela doesn't seem put off by her appearance, and thinks briefly of the world her parents had hoped she'd have, moving to Miami. All that went up in flames, but it was a nice world to imagine, and Baedal is closer than she's ever seen.

ALL the links? D'8

[identity profile] neverbreaks.livejournal.com 2011-11-12 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Um."

That hangs there, for a long moment, Jules scrabbling for some kind of answer. They'd not ever been married, no, but they'd had rings, but-- but.

But.

Levi had said, in their long hours together, that Emilia didn't want a hybrid around her children, which only lead to a long list of extremely negative conclusions. Jules blinks, shakes her head as if to snap herself out of a daze, and gives Angela a bright smile which is in no way genuine. Angela might deal in death masks, but Jules deals in masks that make things seem much better then they were. "My ex, actually." For all the positive spin in her expression, there's definitely still a touch of strain in her voice, and she's fiddling with the finger where her ring had been before Levi took it. "Chloe and Matthias are with her, so I don't see them anymore."

And she's here, that wouldn't help either.

[identity profile] gifted-hands.livejournal.com 2011-11-13 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
"You're so good to me." Have a grin right back, Angela, and a laugh for good measure. "Perhaps we should arrange a private sitting after I get settled in my new place, once I decide where that should be. The púca au naturel in his natural habitat, or as close as I can get to it here."

He takes a seat on the stool. "In the meantime, how do you want me?" Soulful innocence is written all over his face, contrasting with the obvious double entendre.
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[personal profile] caballero 2011-11-13 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
Not that easy.

He sits down, and cracks a smile that's a bit easier, but no less rusty. Someone else might have laughed. "Unfortunately I'm not employed just yet."
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[personal profile] caballero 2011-11-13 08:21 am (UTC)(link)
Let's not lie, here: he'd completely hit that. Just not on a streetcorner, and not before knowing whether or not she's going to have a heart attack once he takes his shirt off. (The evidence of his lifestyle is a map on his skin; there's nothing he can do about that besides turn the lights off.)

"So is this really honing your craft, or do you just want my money?" Easy-going; he doesn't quite have the flirtatious edge she does, but he's not not responding, it's just his own sort of soft-spoken way. This is new, too, and though it's a dance he's done a hundred times pretending to be someone else, Bruce isn't totally sure how to go about chatting up women - or how to be on the receiving end, anyway - when he's not faking it.

[identity profile] neverbreaks.livejournal.com 2011-11-13 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
Not a stranger to sheepishness, Jules gives her a bit of a smile. "Don't worry about it. You weren't to know."

Jules wasn't really comfortable with thinking of Em has her ex, either, even two-- or was it closer to three, now? months later. She's rather grateful to perch on the stool, shaking her head a little as Angela talks, laughing just quietly. "Thank you. Our situation was rather complicated, in the end. More than I thought." Naive, probably foolish. A whole number of things Jules could easily apply to herself, and yet somehow had managed to live in denial of for eighteen months.

Looking back to Angela, she thinks for a moment. "That would be nice, actually. And not horribly strange, I hope. A portrait with an ex." Part of her just wanted to hold on; to what it had felt like being treated like a human, even if it wasn't genuine. Making herself comfortable on the chair, she continues, "I'm Jules, by the way. Jules Grumley. Sorry, I've got a bad habit of totally forgetting my manners."
caballero: (day | hm?)

[personal profile] caballero 2011-11-13 08:58 am (UTC)(link)
Questions are worse.

"Point." He doesn't say so, but the still-there amusement in his voice suggests he meant the offer to draw him naked, not her earning grocery money. Bruce watches her hands as she draws - sometimes her face, too, but mostly not. There's a quiet sort of interest, there, but no insight.

HERP reread post silly me

[identity profile] neverbreaks.livejournal.com 2011-11-13 09:00 am (UTC)(link)
She doesn't need to be an empath to appreciate that there's something almost inherently kind of calming about Angela; she appears to have a knack for putting people at ease and drawing out smiles, and while Jules doesn't have a particular excuse to grab her wrist and drag those deeper truths out. (Nevermind that she's been wrong before, she's always preferred intuition over cold logic.) Tilting her head, she considers Angela's words. "Maybe it's better that way. If you keep charging in without appreciating just what it is, you're probably all the more likely to end up with nothing."

A grateful look, relieved, and she just nods. "Thank you. And it's nice to meet you, Angela. Did you like Paris, when you were there?"

It seems odd to ask, but she has come to understand there are countless different realities. Paris in Angela's world might not be dangerous as the one in her own.
Edited 2011-11-13 09:01 (UTC)
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[personal profile] caballero 2011-11-13 10:17 am (UTC)(link)
That's the problem.

"Should I look at something else?"

He's never had his portrait drawn before - not while he was awake, anyway, there was a woman in India who liked to do it while he was sleeping, for whatever reason - so he genuinely doesn't know if there's protocol.
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[personal profile] caballero 2011-11-13 10:25 am (UTC)(link)
Welcome to Batman.

"No." Which is why he asked, Miss Sassy. Maybe you just have nice hands, and he's interested, did you ever think of that? (He imagines the answer to that would be yes.)
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[personal profile] caballero 2011-11-13 10:35 am (UTC)(link)
"I'd let you know." Because he's super polite, see? He sips his coffee, but otherwise doesn't adjust how he's holding himself.

Finally: "I'm Tom."
Edited 2011-11-13 10:35 (UTC)

[identity profile] neverbreaks.livejournal.com 2011-11-13 11:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Judging when you need to do what isn't necessarily the easiest thing," Jules replied with a wry smile. "People make all sorts of strange decisions for all sorts of reasons." Some more comprehendible than others. "Losing everything and nothing sounds... painful, whatever way you look at it. Even if someone doesn't realise the pain of what they've missed."

That sounds nice, really. The Paris she saw, it still had it's beauty from the life before the monsters, but there was something so desolate and mournful about it, like the spirit that should be inherent in a city had been stripped away. "What's it like?" A moment, and she clarifies, "from what I've heard, my world differs a bit from some of the others people here come from." A little shrug, though she's trying to keep somewhat still. "I was only there once, but it was so... heavy, I suppose. Like it was suffocating, somehow."
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[personal profile] caballero 2011-11-13 11:43 am (UTC)(link)
"You didn't charge up front, though." Teasing faintly.

He takes her hand, shakes it. His grip is firm, a little bit careful, and his hand's calloused - there's some medical tape over his index and middle finger; nothing that looks scary, but out of the desk-job norm for sure. "Sometimes." Yeah, he took his alter ego name from his dad. Who's counting.

"It's nice to meet you, Angela."

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