» she saw the pictures and painted them

[thenormalsquint]

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. ):

Comments

[andyoullmissit]

"Death masks?" Clarice has her hood up today; it's chilly enough not to be weird, but she's still trying to figure out which neighborhoods like xenians and which ones really don't, too. Angela, though, can certainly see the marking son her face, if not the color right off. She can also see that Clarice's eyes lack pupils or true whites, but are a solid nearly pearlescent color.

There are weirder things than the phrase "death mask." But Clarice's tone is curious, and mainly friendly.

[caballero]

Bruce is trying to keep his distance from the Valhalla in, truth be told; it's too close in proximity to unknown variables arriving without warning, and it puts him on edge. But the area is a useful hub, the nearest to Bonetown; he's decided he'll likely stay there, given the strange but very interesting lore about the place, and he needs to know the area and all that surround it by memory.

.. And that's how he comes to be distracted by this little sign, here. He doesn't appear from nowhere, but he's got a knack for being invisible in crowds until he doesn't want to be, so the appearance of this guy - wearing a baseball cap, carrying a brown paper coffee cup - might be a little surprising.

He's reading.

[neverbreaks.livejournal.com]

Jules laughs out loud when she sees the nudes comment, smirking her amusement as she ambles over, hands in a pockets and with what could possibly be called a spring in her step. Artists are nice, generally speaking; not that she's met many, but the ones she has run into really were nice. "This might not be quite up your ally, but, um-- do you do copies?"

She frowns, like that's not quite the right word, and she pulls a photograph from her pocket, worn from being folded and unfolded so many times. "Not copies, I suppose, but portraits from photographs? Or just a sketch of the photograph, really."

An apologetic smile, and she holds the picture a bit lamely, still folded up. "I hope that would be considered supporting the arts, rather than insulting them." Forgive her, Angela; she's feeling terribly awkward and terribly British.

[gifted-hands.livejournal.com]

Tadhg hails Angela before stopping to read her sign, tilting his head curiously at some points and chuckling at others. She can probably guess which is which.

"That would be a switch, to sit for someone else," he says cheerfully. "I can't afford a nude portrait until I have a job though." He might not be serious about that. Maybe.

[alexiaswiftdawn.livejournal.com]

"Oh, how fun!" says Alexia, seeing the sign. "Well, I've got a bit of money to spare at the moment, and I wouldn't want you to starve.

"And I haven't posed for a portrait since I was about fifteen, when my family had one done, now that I think of it." Perhaps they would have done another when Ysolda was older, but things had gotten a bit... busy after that. "Where should I sit?"

[rhinemaid]

"Would you do the nudes on the corner here as well?"

...it's worth noting that it doesn't sound as though this would necessarily be a dealbreaker for Ilde, derailed from wherever she was going to investigate what Angela is doing. Impulse control: not something she always has a great deal of, for some strange reason. Still, besides a vague concern about being shuffled along by more conservatively-minded locals, as far as she's concerned it would only really mean the difference between baring her own skin and baring the illusion.