Shadowfae: It's a nice
walk toward the gallery for Brianna, full of tiny one of a kind places, little
cafes, art galleries, shops with exotic imports, or handmade jewelry, or a
selection of fine wines.
Brianna McCarthy: She manages to look
nice, using what she's learned as a musican to careful tailor her appearnce to a
more upscale kind of look. Per what Bliss said, she did buy a few trinkets, a
little bit of jewlery. Some shiny things for Bliss. Tucking a stray curl behind
an ear, she heads towards the gallery
Shadowfae: The gallery has
the showcase glass windows one would expect, and a door inlaid with four
rectangles of frosted glass with curling ivy vines etched in. The peices facing
the windows are all serene, a forest scene with three drinking deer, a horse out
in a desert at night, a child on a river with a fishing pole and a big floppy
straw hat.
Brianna McCarthy: She glances at the
pieces, tilting her head, and then slowly slips inside
Shadowfae: She's hit by the
airconditioning as she steps into the gallery, a rather sudden change from the
sullen heat and humidity outside. [And, give me a perception/alertness roll.]
Brianna McCarthy:
7,9,2,2,3,
Troy Lawrence: He's making his way down
the street, a rare day off for the young ADA. Still, despite the day off and the
heat, he's dressed as per normal...the suit, cell phone at his hip, attache case
in his hand. As he passes along the sidewalk, his eyes spy Brianna. A quirked
eyebrow, and he moves to follow her.
Brianna McCarthy: She's dressed nicely
today, a couple small bags dangling from one hand. Black, loose pants and a
black, sleevless, mandarin style top with delicate gold embrodiry. Her normall
braided hair has been wound into soft curls
Shadowfae: It only takes
Brianna a moment to find the paintings she's looking for. There are three of
them, and beneath them a selection of prints by the same artist, Ian Monroe. The
paintings are done in oils, with vivid colors and so immediate and lifelike that
the eyes of the people and things in the paintings seem to be staring right into
her as she looks at them. One of the paintings is of a wiry black crinos
kneeling beside the body of a woman, looking out of the picture over her. The
second picture is of a woman in a grey trenchcoat with bright red hair walking
into an alley with a knife, behind her is a cloud of shadow, ghostly skeletal
hands grip her shoulders, guiding her forward. The last picture is of a
beautiful young blonde woman sitting at a bar wearing black boots, black gloves,
a harlequin mask, and a translucent purple robe that seems to be slipping off of
her.
Brianna McCarthy: Paitings starring at her
are creepy, creepy enough she nearly averts her eyes. But she had a task to do-
and it seemed Rei hadn't been overexagerting. She slows, and then stops by the
paintings, eyes flicking over them, and the artists name. Seeing it lists other
galleries, or other works.
Troy Lawrence: He pushes the door open,
stepping through, and moves up to Brianna, hands folding together behind his
back. "Good evening, Miss McCarthy. Interesting pieces of artwork."
Brianna McCarthy:
3,7,3,6,8,7,
Brianna McCarthy: She manages not to jump
three feet in the air as she misses Troy coming up beihnd her. A pause, and a
soft exhale as she turns to him. "Mr. Lawrence, good afternoon. And yes they are
quite... interesting."
Brianna McCarthy: Eyes flick away from
Troy and around briefly. Up to the ceiling, to the doors, windows, corners...
Brianna McCarthy:
4,3,1,9,8,
Troy Lawrence: He looks to her a
moment, then back to the paintings, examining them a little further with a
critical eye.
Brianna McCarthy: She looks back to the
paintings herself, fingers tightening on her bags. She glances up around to see
if she can find the owner of the store.
Shadowfae: A young man, maybe
twenty-two or twenty three comes in. Though he's well dressed, his clothes haang
loosely on him, as though he's recently lost weight. There are shadows under his
blue-grey eyes, and his black hair is mussed, as if he rolled out of bed to come
here without any attempt to get ready. He moves straight for the set of
paintings Troy is regarding, reaching out to come within inches of touching the
harlequin painting before pulling his hand back with a pained expression.
Shadowfae: There is a woman
at the counter, maybe in her late thirties, well dressed, she could be the
owner.
Brianna McCarthy: She's distracted from
the woman by the young man who enters the store, and nearly touchs the
paintings. Green eyes regard him almost curiously. "Are you alright?"
Shadowfae: "Fine," he says to
Brianna, still looking at the painting like a lost lover.
Troy Lawrence:
4,5,2,3,2,
Brianna McCarthy: She flicks eyes to Troy,
and then back to the man. "Is this your art?" She inquires, politely.
Troy Lawrence: ((*Shakes fist at die
roller*)) His eyes pass over to the man who approaches, eyes regarding him
coolly. "They are quite...striking, aren't they?"
Shadowfae: "No. I have one of
her-" He waves to the harlequin. "But it's not mine."
Brianna McCarthy: SHe tilts her head, as
if interested. "Oh? You know of other works by this artist?"
Shadowfae: He nods. "A few.
Mostly he shows in this gallery, and events. I picked up my first painting at a
charity auction."
: ((Open?))
Shadowfae: (Open.)
Brianna McCarthy: "Oh?" Again, that
interested tone. "Do you know any events where he'll be showing soon?"
Troy Lawrence: He smiles. "I must confess
with some embarassment, I haven't heard of this particular artist before now."
Shadowfae: "Nothing soon
that I know of, but he has a mailing list."
Brianna McCarthy: She smiles, nicely, to
the rumpled man. "Could I inqure as to that mailing list?"
Troy Lawrence: An eyebrow raises.
"Internet-based, or regular mail? I would be quite interested in becoming a
subscriber to the list."
Shadowfae: "Sure. Do you have
a pen?"
Brianna McCarthy: A nod of agreement to
Troy, before she glances in a side bag. A bit of rummaging, before she produces
a pen.
Shadowfae: "Both. The mail
list gets free postcards sometimes, which is nice."
Anthony Martinez: He walks up to this Gallery, it would be
the fourth one in this area that he has been in and thanks to Alicia, his sister
not answering her phone, and not telling him which gallery the painting the
family was looking at getting. He sighs as he pulls open the door, and get's
blasted by the air-conditioning yet again. He is dressed in a pair of jeans well
worn and relaxed on him, a pair of black dress shoes, and a blue button down
short sleaved shirt.
Troy Lawrence: A hand goes smoothly into
the sport coat, coming out with a Montblanc pen and handing it over.
Shadowfae: He scribbles the
name of the website and a phone number onto the back of a crumpled receipt and
hands it back to Brianna with the pen. I put my number on too, in case - in case
you want to call me." He's starting to gie Branna the same longing look he gave
the painting before.
Brianna McCarthy: She recedes her pen, as
Troy is far more prepared. A quirked smile.
Anthony Martinez: She shakes off the need to shiver as he
enters the place, he was going to catch a cold for sure then where would he be
for work. Another sigh as he looks around the place, and blinkingly forget the
painting seeing the ADA in here. He walks over, an easy walk no real rush as he
eyes the painting around to try and spot the one his sisters wanted to get the
parents for their annerversary.
Brianna McCarthy: "Thank you... what was
your name again?" She smiles, again kindly.
Troy Lawrence: An eyebrow arches ever so
slightly, though the rest of his expression is unchanging, mildly pleasant.
Shadowfae: "Casey. Yours?"
Brianna McCarthy: "Brianna. Thank you for
your help Casey, it's much appreciated."
Shadowfae: "No problem.
There's a great place to get pizza like two blocks from here, if you wanted
to...."
Anthony Martinez: He really doesn't wish tointrude on the
conversation as he approaches, the trio, so he hangs back a bit and glances at
the painting that they were standing in front of. He doesn't blink, instead
stares in morbid facination at the paintings. If anyone could be caled morbid,
the forencis pathologist who talked to himself as if consulting the dead bodies,
could be called morbid.
Brianna McCarthy: A regretful smile. "I
would, but I promised a friend I would swing by today..."
Troy Lawrence: He remains there, observing
the conversation quietly. His eyes flick over to Anthony as he comes closer,
offering a short nod, then pass bacl to the others.
Shadowfae: "O-Okay. Well, if
you ever have time...." He smiles and walks to the door, looking back one last
time at Brianna and the paintings before he walks out.
Brianna McCarthy: A faint nod to Casey,
watching him, and then flicking eyes back to the paiting. She looks at the
crumpled adress and number in her hand, smile fading. "If you excuse me Mr.
Lawrence," she says quietly, "I have a friend I must speak to. It was good to
see you again."
Anthony Martinez: He steps to the side as the man they
were speaking to leaves, a nod to Mr. Lawerence, and a shy smile to Brianna, as
he tilts his head tothe side, pushing his glasses back up his nose and taking a
step closer to the paintings, not really the art critic, but these were
interesting.
Troy Lawrence: "Of course, Miss McCarthy.
It was good seeing you. Perhaps, if you have the opportunity, we may speak at
some point." A nod to her, smile polite.
Brianna McCarthy: She smiles faintly, a
dip of her head, and she drifts out.
Brianna McCarthy: Glancing around the
store one last time before she goes...
Brianna McCarthy:
9,2,9,6,1,
Anthony Martinez: A slight chuckle and shake of his head,
muttering a bit under his breath as he finally tears his eyes from the painting,
definatly not what one would call a gift to the parents, which is why he came in
here in the first place. He has seems to dropped the fact that anyone else was
there as he looked at the paintings.
Troy Lawrence: He watches Brianna leave,
eyes tracking her as she steps out. He glances back at the paintings, checking
for one more thing, this time.
Anthony Martinez: He steps away from the paintings to
check out any of the others in the shop, although he stops seeing Mr. Lawerence
look at them more closely. "Mr. Lawerence, what to you think of them?" he looks
back to them one last time.
Brianna McCarthy: And she's out.
Troy Lawrence:
1,1,10,8,
Brianna McCarthy: ((This room HATES us
*L*))
Troy Lawrence: "I think that they're
quite...striking." His eyebrow raises at something, and he looks back to
Anthony. "You?"
Anthony Martinez: He rubs a hand across his chin as he
looks at the painting once more deep in thought. "They are thought provoking,
which is the point of a painting if I am to understand, just." he frowns which
slids his glasses a bit down his nose as he looks at them, eyes glancing over
all three of them.
Troy Lawrence: "Thought-provoking...yes."
He nods a little bit, looking a tad amused. "I'm sure that is the point."
Anthony Martinez:
5,6,3,5,
Anthony Martinez: ((yeah now I am in agreement that this
room doesn't like us. *S*))
Anthony Martinez: He nods, although thoughts of several
cases that he has been working on, stiull gives him pause at the paintings for
some reason. "Yes, I am sure ity is, although I cannot help but compair certain
things." he looks over to Try. "You know I think I need to evetually take a
break from my work, as much as I love it."
Troy Lawrence: He gathers the information
for the artist, slipping it into the inside pocket and nodding to Anthony. "I
know the feeling."
Anthony Martinez: (delete about looking over to Troy,)) he
just continues to stare at the shadow in one of the paintings.
Anthony Martinez: He could swear that it is an inside
thought before he realizes it he has spoken. "It looks at me, see's me, as if it
is here." it is said softly, as his eyes do not leave the painting.
Troy Lawrence: He looks to Anthony,
eyebrow raised. "Pardon?"
Anthony Martinez:
6,3,7,10,9,
Anthony Martinez: It was just like that time he slipped up
in front of the Detective and spoke without thinking about the wound to a
victims chest being done by a tongue and that is what caused all the fluids to
be sucked out of the person's body, yeah he was going nuts, he swears it. Disy a
bit sick, he shivers, now that he is looking away from the paintings he looks to
Troy, A shaky laugh to Troy, "Nothing," feeling a bit more uncomfortable now in
the ADA's presence since the comment.
Troy Lawrence:
5,3,5,7,
Anthony Martinez: His eyes dart around the gallery, not
once going back to the paintings, he shivers once more and rubs a hand down his
arm, to try to warm up.
Troy Lawrence: He watches the other man a
moment, face placid, then nodding. "Of course. My apologies. You do not look
well...perhaps you should go get some rest. The heat outside must have gotten to
you."
Anthony Martinez: He nods as he moves to the door, away
from the paintings. "I am sorry Mr. Lawerence, sometimes I speak without though
to what I am saying, I think I will go get some rest, have a good day." he says
in farewell.
Troy Lawrence: "Of course...good day." A
nod to Anthony, and he watches the man leave, before moving to the woman behind
the counter, offering her a smile. "I would like to purchase the three peices by
Mr. Munroe."
Anthony Martinez:
1,6,2,2,
Shadowfae: She nods and rings
him up, carefully packaging the boxes. "His work really sells," she says as she
offers him the paintings. "It's amazing."
Anthony Martinez: ((*headdesk* wow*L*))
Troy Lawrence: "I would imagine it does."
He nods with a smile.
Anthony Martinez: Out in the heat of the day he shivers
one last time and heads for his car, home, sleep, yeah that was the ticket, and
something to eat. He shakes his head.
Shadowfae: "Yeah. People
really seem overcome by his work." She seems a little unnerved. "Enjoy them."
Troy Lawrence: "Overcome?" His eyes pass
to Anthony, then back to the woman. "Have there been a lot of repeat buyers, I
imagine?"
Shadowfae: "Yeah. And a
couple people like your friend, who just seem hypnotised. They always come
back."
Anthony Martinez: ((Okay I am going to kill nick here, and
talk over ICQ *S* thanks for the scene))
Troy Lawrence: "Mmmm, interesting." He
nods at her, adding a new mental Post-It to his to-do board. "I may just have to
come back for more purchases myself." He takes his purchased items, and nods to
her. "Good day, madame."
Shadowfae: "Good day," she
says to Troy with a warm smile. "We look forward to seeing you again."
Troy Lawrence: A smile to her, and he
heads out. The smile doesn't drop until he's out of view of the gallery.