076 x 670 // video/action // For All Ages

[dignity_misery]

[ Carla does not look like her usual self. She has been frozen in time for years, trapped at the twenty-four she was shot and killed at. It wasn't that the time didn't show on her, her eyes were heavy and her skin was scarred, but she had remained the lithe and whip-sharp creature she had been in her youth. She looks more comfortable now, like she's settled into her skin and let it feel like her own again.

If you asked her how she broke the curse and let her body age again, she wouldn't answer you. It's not a polite topic of conversation to discuss a woman's age, and she had never expected to get this far.

More than ten years since yesterday.

She has a water bottle in her hands, looking out from a balcony that's perched just above the tree line, the house itself built up onto a hill. A familiar estate to some. ]

The gallery opens at eleven, the show is at three. I expect all of you to come. The food's free, as long as you buy something.

[ A wry little smile, teeth still sharp in all of her expressions. She finishes off the water bottle and heads inside, taking the device with her to display a wall of various pieces of art. ]

If you donate enough, you can come home with me for dinner.

[ The smiles are still lewd too. ]


[[ooc; Grownup Carla that was never destined to beeee. Decided to pull her forward in body and mind, so she's doing that art thing in her big fancy house with her pack of monster dogs. Replies will come from ecorche

Can go for action anywhere you like! ]]

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[othersdie]

[There is a child in the gallery during designated viewing hours. It's an androgynous little thing--ten or twelve at most--and studying some of the more melancholy pieces with an unusual solemnity.

Well. Not unusual for him when he's his proper age.]

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[ecorche]

[ She's just making the rounds, saying hi, looking for buyers. The kid certainly isn't one, but most of the kids who come in don't stare so intently at the shit either. They just think it's awesome because there's boobs or there's skulls or monsters. ]

What do you think?

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[ohcurses]

[He startles slightly, apparently too fascinated by this painting to pay attention to his surroundings.]

I think it's good. I feel like this one.

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[ecorche]

[ She follows his gaze, eyes laying on the smears and drips. Most of her paintings displayed such traits, not as some sort of break of the fourth wall to acknowledge her materials. No, it was meant to evoke the organic. The bloody, often. ]

So do I.

[ She agrees wryly. ]

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[othersdie]

[He reaches out--not to touch, but to trace the chaotic facial features in the air in front of the artwork.]

How do you do it?

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[raidenovitch]

[Oh, Raikov looks absolutely thrilled when she displays the art]

Wow... Those are gorgeous, miss!

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[ecorche]

[ She offers the boy a crooked little smile. ]

Thanks. You ever do any painting?

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[raidenovitch]

Um.. Sometimes. Not very well...

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[ecorche]

It's not for everybody.

[ No patronizing encouragement for you. ]

Better find something to be good at though.

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[raidenovitch]

[How cruel.]

I'm better with pencil... I want to become an art teacher when I grow up though!

[deadmanbusiness]

[Theo's out walking when he spots Carla walking her dogs. He actually almost walks into something when he doesn't get the undead vibe from her that was so much a part of her.]

Carla?!

[ecorche]

[ She turns to look at him. No undead vibe, no undead fear of a sorcerer of the undead, she just raises an eyebrow impatiently. ]

What are you squawking about?

[deadmanbusiness]

You're alive.

[Tact. Whut?]

[ecorche]

You're rude.

[ TACT? WHO HAS THAT? ]

[deadmanbusiness]

Yeah... but you're... not dead... undead...