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[She learned to paint, when she was sixteen. She met a man with an art gallery and a taste for teenage boys and blow, and he took her aside one afternoon and told her 'I'd like to see you paint. You have the hands for it.' She'd had the hands for it and an aptitude for recreation. The first painting she sold was a Daumier for $85,000. She was given less than half of the profit, but that didn't bother her. She was a rich brat all of her life.

She never really did original work of her own. The nine years she spent counterfeiting, there was little interest in the pursuit. Her art was for profit, not expression, and she found the long hours spent carving the intricate grooves of a printing plate into softened zinc to be far more engrossing than laying down paint or graphite. It's been a long time since then. Once upon a time, there was little emotion for her to release. No turmoil, no hardship, no sympathy, no longing. She's different now. A bullet to the head has left her with dark memories and hands that shake. A dangerous injection that had brought her back from the dead has left her with unfamiliar emotions that overwhelm her to the point of breaking. ]

[ When she realizes what today's curse will allow her to create... there is a great deal that she could do to release, and today she can make it real.

The series of pictures that appear on the network were not really intended to be there. She takes them as she finishes her hurried pieces, wanting to be certain that she has them captured, but maybe the device has decided she's good enough to share. The stream of them continues all day, stopping only an hour before midnight. She stops then, to sit and wait, and to see if the curse will let her keep what she has made. ]

[ It won't. And there will be an empty, aching space where that loss will sit. ]

[[ooc; Hola! I made a quick gallery of things to give you an idea of what she might be producing throughout today. It is (surprisingly enough) all safe for work stuff! If you would be so kind as to tell me when in the day any responses are coming that would be very helpful, please and thank you!]]

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Wow.

[ He's not much of an art fan, but he knows talent when he sees it. ]

[She pauses long enough to answer, long black hair tied up haphazardly. She's avoided getting herself covered in paint simply from the mechanics of the curse, but she looks disheveled, exerted.]

I wouldn't get used to it.

The curse, right?

You're catching on so quickly.

[Some of the bite is missing. She's a little preoccupied today.]

It's a talent -- adapt or die, to be exceedingly blunt.

[ He's essentially unperturbed. ]

I like the picture of the girl on the moon. [ A beat ] Though...are those veins?

A necessity, not a talent.

[To be exceedingly blunt.]

Veins... Yes, they are.

[She's not certain if she's alright with the pieces being on the network, honestly. There's a little too much of herself in them and she has a problem with feeling vulnerable. Closing off and becoming distant is a clear symptom of her denial thereof.]

[ He's smart enough not to comment on that. ]

And...is this supposed to be the same person in the rest of them? [ He sounds mildly curious. ] They look similar.

[They mostly look like her and she knows it, so there's a reluctance to answer,]

It may as well be.

Been painting long?

[Sigh. She sits down, setting the device aside to carry on with what she was doing, fingertips drawing shapes over white canvas.]

I learned when I was sixteen. I haven't painted in years.

Guess not all the curses are bad...?

[ He's sitting at one of the little sidewalk cafes near the Fountain, a notebook opened in front of him and pencil in hand. ]

Any particular reason why you stopped?

[Truthfully, she isn't fully comfortable talking about this, but she derides herself for that and reacts often by putting the information out there bluntly,]

Nerve damage.

Ah...I'm sorry for bringing it up, then. [ He can tell that there's a story there, but won't push. ]

They are lovely paintings, though. D'ya think they'll vanish when the curse is done?

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The city likes to bring it up. Anything you don't want people to know, there's a curse to spill it out.

[It doesn't make it better, her shoulders are tense even if she gives the faintest of shrugs.]

Sometimes things stay. Sometimes they don't. I have to wait and see.

[...She has the pictures of them, if nothing else.]

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