64th Appetizer

[council_king]

[Accidental Video]
[The video pops to life, turning from a dead black into a blinding white as the image defines itself. The room is relatively empty, a few scattered pieces of furniture dotting the scene as a sharp staccato of footsteps grow nearer. But the walls, and indeed, even the ceiling are awash in splatters of deep crimson.

A man's voice, humming a low and nameless tune erupts over the airwaves before he emerges carrying an armful of canvases into view. He doesn't seem to notice the camera, so intent is he on propping the pictures up on the far side of the room. Standing back, he studies them, head tilting in thought.]



[The City needs more culture and Art, and thanks to the dieties, please greet your newest artist.]


[ooc: Rido Kuran, pureblood, vampire, sociopathic killer and puppet master, tries his hand at the visual arts. Grab bag curse: Inspire Your Heart with Art.]

Comments

[studmuffin]

Something about the blood of life and blah blah blah. I don't really do art.

[council_king]

Please, don't strain yourself~.

[studmuffin]

So where did you get the blood?

[council_king]

Oh, merely unwilling volunteers~.

[studmuffin]

Did you ask them first?

[council_king]

So interested... wanting to participate?

[studmuffin]

Nope. That would officially suck.