Surly: ((she'd like to know who so she knows who not to watch for suspicious behavior. perhaps arrange some sort of signal so if she gets in over her head the other can come "meet" her or the like. or she does that....)) *semi-decorous edgewear attire. meaning, her breasts are actually covered. strides to the HS, looking for the gallery. usual scowl modulated into lips pulled into a tight line. close as she's going to come right now to a smile, even if it does make her look as if she's about to eat someone.*

Brianna McCarthy: ((Ohhh... I hope Bliss informed her she didn't get to be the only special one tonight *G*)) The kin moves easily towards the highschool, short enough she still blends into the crowd with a t-shirt, torn jeans, and a messanger bag. You KNOW a knife is on that woman somewhere. You can even see the tip of her tattoo over her pants

Shadowfae: Pulling up to the high school, visitors are greeted with a sign that proclaims the school proud home to the Devils. A cute cartoonish angry tazmanian devil wearing a bold blue and yellow uniform holds up the sign. Cars are parked, lights are on, and people are filing in the main entrance.

Surly: *has a black and white striped tank on. the white is translucent...but the black stripes are thicker and opaque. sude trousers with keyholes cut along the outsides of the legs. purple and blue hair in messy pigtails. and for extra color--scarlet eyeshadow*

Troy Lawrence: He pulls the black Ininiti M up to the high school and gets out, smoothing his tie as he does so. He brushes at the sleeve of his jacket, sweeping a fleck of something off with a bit of annoyance, and shuts the door behind him. The auto-locking mechanism beeps on as he strides toward the school.

Brianna McCarthy: Man, she hated high school. Her lips quirk into a smile- but she got farther than anyone else from her school had. She heads with confidance to the entrance, sliding into the line to get in.

Surly: *ugh. cuteness. can she shoot it? wait--she doesn't own a gun. damn. such happiness that her fugly wagon's parked farther back. too much traffic here. continues with the striding toward the door*

Shadowfae: Inside is a series of tables. One is information, handing out flyers and such, the others are offering lemonade or seling baked goods. Several dozen adults mill about in this room. Five kids with pinwheels run about the room, squeaing in delight and occasionally nearly trampling someone. A set of double doors is propped open, and through there, in what looks to be the cafeteria, are the artist tables. Welcome back to school posters and themes are everywhere.

chum -> Troy Lawrence: (sorry to interrupt. limited time. NO icq. I will not be online anymore for awhile. I'm sorry.)

chum -> Troy Lawrence: (have less than 2 minutes. I see you later)

Troy Lawrence -> chum: ((Oh, no. What happened?))

Brianna McCarthy: She slides easily through the crowd, heading straight towards the artists tables. She glances around, looking for THAT artist.

Brianna McCarthy: 2,9,8,8,6,

Surly: *looks around carefully*

Surly: 4,3,8,7,5,7,

Troy Lawrence: He makes his way through the crowd, not weaving...people part for him, not the other way around. He as well looks for the artist.

Troy Lawrence: 6,9,7,4,

Shadowfae -> Troy Lawrence: His booth is about three down in the center aisle. Some of the more disturbing images arent there, but the darkness is still there. There are less paintings and drawings of monsters with victims and more of just the monsters, looking out with eyes that seem a little real.

Brianna McCarthy: She licks her lips, finding what she's looking for. She glances around as she heads towards the table with the paintings, a little catious. Maybe that one guy was here... she glances up at the artists himself as she slows to look at the paintings- if the artists is there.

Surly: *raises jet brows and heads for those paintings. they seem to suit her personality more, anyway. and glowers savagely at a squealing rugrat with its pinwheel*

: ((open?))

Troy Lawrence: A pause, and he notes the booth. Eyes flick around, noting Surly without recognition, and Brianna with recognition. He meanders just a tiny bit, glancing at some other artwork, before he makes his way over to the booth.

Surly: *plants herself in front of the largest freaky painting, head tilted as she seems to examine it.*

Shadowfae: The artist is indeed there, sitting on a folding metal chair. He's bent over another sketch, filling in lines here and there casually, between glances up at the people milling about. He's a little thin, with spiky white-blonde hair.

Shadowfae: [Grab a tag and PM me lurk.]

Brianna McCarthy: She glances at the artists, half curious, half not, but she tilts her head as if watching him work, watching him draw. Like she's more interested in him at the moment than the actual artwork.

Surly: *seems to actually be smiling a bit as she sort of looks at the painting. she even gives a soft grunt*

Shadowfae: The largest painting is of a huge wolf, up on a twisted car frame, staring down and out of the picture. Little wisps of toxic green smoke curl up from the wolf's fur, and its eyes are that same unholy green. A jagged moon with a reddish tinge is the only light in the sky, darkness seems to have swallowed the stars.

Troy Lawrence: A look over the painting, eyebrow raised appraisingly with no other outward reaction. He looks over at Surly. "Interesting work, is it not?"

Surly: *gives another soft grunt and moves to the next picture, quietly moving toward the artist. hard eyes drifting over this one, too. a small smirk about the corners of her lips*

Brianna McCarthy: She continues to watch the artist work, head tilted

Surly: *glances to Troy and nods shortly* fascinating. not trite. it speaks volumes....

Shadowfae: He seems caught off guard by Brianna staring at him when he looks up. He runs a hand though his hair, setting his pencil down. "Uh-hi." He regards her with jade green eyes eyes that have astonishing depth for someone so young. Some cynical people would say it was a hard life, others a little more new age an old soul. But whatever it is, this kid has it.

Brianna McCarthy: She smiles to him, brightly. Friendly. "Hi. You've got some really nice work."

Troy Lawrence: A glance to Surly...he seems vaguely more interested in her reaction, then the painting itself. "What does it say to you?"

Shadowfae: There are three harlequin paintings. One shows her on a bar stool, smoking a cigarette in one of the old fashioned long cigarette holders. One shows her juggling flaming torches. The last shows her looking in the mirror, hands up on her mask as if to pull it off. Blood drips from the edges of the mask, but as it drips off her face it turns to rose petals.

Shadowfae: "Thanks." He smiles a little, glancing at Cloud and Troy.

Surly: death. *shrugs and looks at the painting again* not just dead meat. the deeper death.....point of no return, when the body's still kicking but whoever might be home ain't who started out.

Brianna McCarthy: She rocks on her heels, like a curious person, acting younger than her age. "Can I ask where you get your inspiration?"

Shadowfae: "Yeah, people like that question. Dreams, mostly."

Surly: *smiles at the blood-rose mask harlequin a little bit and turns to look at the guy. cold eyes scanning him slowly*

Brianna McCarthy: "Really?" She blinks slowly, curiusly still. And then she ducks her head with a sheepish smile. "Sorry. That question probably does get old."

Troy Lawrence: A little nod to Surly's words, quietly watching her. ((Per+Emp))

Troy Lawrence: 10,1,8,3,

Shadowfae: "Yeah." He says. "I mean, yeah, really. Not...it's okay you asked. I don't mind people asking."

Surly -> Troy Lawrence: *genuine admiration for the paintings*

Shadowfae: Cloud gets a nervous glance and a quick smile.

Brianna McCarthy: She smiles again, glancing up again at him, and at his work. "You put a lot of passion into what you do."

Surly: *nods to Bri's words* it's good. it grips. not like half the so-called Gothic art you see around. *lips curls distastefully* that's just graphical whinign. yours isn't.

Shadowfae: "I never really felt like I had a choice you know. Some people do this to create things, some people do it to take things out of their heads and put them away, but anyone who really does it _has_ to."

Brianna McCarthy: "It has to all be let out." Her voice is quieter, understanding.

Troy Lawrence: "Indeed, it is excellent work." He nods to the artist, affecting an appreciative smile.

Shadowfae: "Yeah." He says very softly, then seems to realise this isn't how he's supposed to talk. "Metaphorically," he corrects, sounding almost frightened.

Brianna McCarthy: ((per+emp))

Brianna McCarthy: 1,9,4,2,9,8,

Shadowfae: Troy gets a quick smile. "Thanks."

Surly: how long you been dreaming your work? *foldes her arms under her breasts, standing with feet shoulder-width apart. calm. and grumpy of course*

Shadowfae: "As long as I can remember."

Troy Lawrence: "Tell me...do you do commissioned work?" He tilts his head, curiously.

Brianna McCarthy: She slides away, to give the artist space, moving to glance over all the pictures presented.

Surly: *quick glance to Troy. good question. eyes the artist. both brows raised*

Shadowfae: "Rarely, depending on the subject. And if I have time with school and all."

Troy Lawrence: "I would pay quite well." He pulls out a business card, handing it over to him. "I am quite a fan of your work, you see."

Shadowfae: "Were you looking for something specific?"

Surly: *nods shortly* i'd not mind smaller works myself. i need to redecorate my living room....your work's perfect.

Brianna McCarthy: The small woman listens curiously, still rocking now and then

Shadowfae: He swallows nervously. This is a lot of attention. "All of my information is on these flyers, if you want to send me specifics...."

Surly: *reaches for a flyer* do you have any work that's not here you'd be willing to sell about...*gestures, showing a space roughtly about as big as one of those bloody overbright acid fairies hanging on her living room wall right about now....*

Troy Lawrence: A little nod to Surly's words, then he looks back to the young man. "I just so happen to be in the process of redecorating my condomenium. I have already bought some of your work, from the gallery...I think more would complement it nicely. Perhaps, something like the work that had been showing in the gallery...?"

Shadowfae: "I have a unicorn that size, and a wolf, and a harlequin."

Brianna McCarthy: She reaches out towards a paintiing, fingers stopping just short of touching. What did that guy see? What made him so obsessd with these photos?

Surly: *perks up* harlequin like those? and wolf like that one? i'd have to see the unicorn. but if the other two are similiar to those on the wall, i'm interested.

Shadowfae: He nods to Troy and Cloud. "We can set up an appointment through the gallery. I have picures of all the artwork."

Surly: *another short nod* when's good for you?

Troy Lawrence: "Excellent. I will be sure to do so."

Shadowfae: "Maybe Saterday...."

Brianna McCarthy: She continues to look at the pictures quietly

Surly: *short, flat smile* good. i'll call. i dun think i have students then.

Shadowfae: "Okay. It was nice meeting you."

Surly: *smirks at the guy* only because you don't know me that well.

Shadowfae: He smiles a little at Cloud. "Not yet."

Brianna McCarthy: She looks at the picture of the wolf on the car, something far away in her gaze.

Surly: *a harsh chuckle* if you spar at all you might just get to know me better than you'd like. see you Saturday. *gives him another short nod. eyes Bri and Troy both with a slight grunt--her version of a polite farewell?--and turns on her heel to stride on out*

Troy Lawrence: A little nod to the man, and he looks over at Brianna. A raised eyebrow, and he watches her for a moment. ((Per+Emp, WP))

Troy Lawrence: 7,6,2,4,

Shadowfae: He gives Cloud a little wave.

Brianna McCarthy: She slides out of whatever she was in, and smiles to the artists. "You do really good work, unique work."

Troy Lawrence: A slight frown of consideration at something, and he nods to himself. He nods to the artist. "Good day." A flyer is picked up, and he turns on a heel, heading to the door behind Surly.

Shadowfae: He smiles at Brianna, a little more warmly, she's less intimidating.

Surly: *maybe she'll get lucky and be able to step on a rugrat on her way out.......striding through groups of people without bothering to use those kooky 'manners' things she's heard about.* ((niters, folks..*hugs all around and poofs*))

Troy Lawrence: ((Night, Surly))

Brianna McCarthy: She gives another warm smile to him, and a little wave. "Keep up the good work- its not only beautiful, it's an inspiration to others." Once done, she moves to head through the crowd, and out herself

Troy Lawrence: He mills a little outside, taking the time to light a cigarette and take a drag, subtlely watching the door.

Shadowfae: Once they're gone, he goes back to his work, sketching again.

Brianna McCarthy: She slides out not long after Troy, a frown gracing her feaures as soon as she's out the door.

Troy Lawrence: He raises a brow as he sees Brianna step outside, nodding to her silently from his spot on the sidewalk. He turns and starts to approach her.

Marika Christiansen: [Perception/alertness peoples]

Troy Lawrence: 3,4,6,9,

Marika Christiansen: 3,6,1,5,2,10,9,5,

Brianna McCarthy: 5,9,4,5,2,

Marika Christiansen -> Troy Lawrence: Troy gets a feeling he's being watched, but with all the people around, and the light only extending so far into the parking lot, he's not sure who might be out there.

Troy Lawrence: "Pardon me." He smiles as he approaches Brianna, arms calmly behind his back. "I was wondering, perhaps, if you required a...ride home?"

Brianna McCarthy: Oh. It's only Troy. She won't be stabbing anyone after all. He hand slides out of her back, and she smiles just vaguely up at him. "That would be appreviated."

Brianna McCarthy: ((slides out of her BAG))

Troy Lawrence: ((I was gonna say...Brianna's a Robot? AAAAH! *G*))

Troy Lawrence: He nods with a smile and gestures toward his car. "This way, Miss...?"

Brianna McCarthy: She gives him a curious glance before she simply goes along with it. "McCarthy. Brianna McCarthy."

Troy Lawrence: "Miss McCarthy, a pleasure. Troy Lawrence." An extended hand to her.

Brianna McCarthy: She takes his hand firmly, with a smile. "It's a pleasure."

Marika Christiansen: "Brianna!" A girl, just at the older edge of the high school crowd comes running toward them. Two long pigtails, fastened back and high up on her head trail in wavy lines behind her as she runs toward them. Her run is effortless. She'd blend into the crowd perfectly, jeans and a bright pink tee-shirt, right age, nothing about her features too eye-catching. It's only the confidence that gives her away as different, as if she knows the world would stop and wait for her.

Troy Lawrence: "A pleasure back." He smiles politely, and gestures toward his car. "This way."

Brianna McCarthy: She turns at her name, hand resting on the bag again. Blinking slowly at the girl running towards her.

Troy Lawrence: A pause, as he turns around to look at the young girl.

Marika Christiansen: "Brianna McCarthy? It's not every day we get world class musicians out this way. Can I get your autograph?" She starts to dig through her purse. "You won't believe this, but my older brother _adores_ you. Says you're a doll." She draws out the word doll comically.

Brianna McCarthy: Okay. Some small relief. Someone who knows her for her work, and not someone who she forgot. A little smile. "Uh. Yeah, an autograph's cool." A small pause- only one who uses the word doll is Bliss, "Your older brother?"

Marika Christiansen: "Yeah. He loves to watch you perform, says you're one of the best." She offers Brianna a pen and a Hello Kitty notepad. "He'll be delighted I caught you."

Troy Lawrence: He turns around, hands folded behind his back as he watches the exchange.

Troy Lawrence: He turns around, hands folded behind his back as he watches the exchange.

Brianna McCarthy: "What's his name? Yours too?" A little smile as pen is poised above the paper.

Marika Christiansen: "My name's Marika Christiansen. His name is Robbie." She smiles. "You're going to write him a message? You're so sweet."

Brianna McCarthy: "Mmhmm." She smiles, and writes out a note to both of them, before handing pen and paper back. "There you go Marika... tell your brother I said thanks, for coming to see me."

Marika Christiansen: "I will. You have a safe trip home." She closes her hand over Brianna's for a few seconds, glancing down at the notes with a warm smile.

Troy Lawrence: The young District Attorney is utterly impassive as he watches.

Brianna McCarthy: "You too." She smiles kindly back to the girl.

Marika Christiansen: She turns her attention on Troy. "I'm sorry to have interrupted you, Mr...?" Up go her eyebrows.

Troy Lawrence: "It's quite all right, young lady." A polite smile. "Troy Lawrence." He extends his hand. Yes, to the little girl. Always formal, this one.

Marika Christiansen: Her mouth twitches and she starts to laugh softly as she reaches out to shake Troy's hand. "A pleasure. I won't take up any more of your time." She grins at Brianna. "Thank you so much for the autographs""

Brianna McCarthy: One hand holds the strap of her bag as she smiles to Marika. "No problem. Always makes me feel good too when I'm recognized."

Troy Lawrence: An arched brow at the laugh, and then he nods to her. "Good evening."

Marika Christiansen: "Have a good night!" Marika nods quickly to them both, and goes bounding back into the school.

Brianna McCarthy: Bri watches her go, and then turns back to Troy.

Marika Christiansen: [And...dropping tags. 8) Thanks for playing!]

Brianna McCarthy: ((Thank you too! Night!))

Troy Lawrence: ((*Hugs on the Fox* Thanks, hon!))

Troy Lawrence: He looks to Brianna, nodding a little bit. "Anyway...shall we?"

Brianna McCarthy: "Please." She nods.

Troy Lawrence: A walk to the black Infiniti, automatic locks clicking up as they approach. He's silent as he approaches and opens the passenger door for her.

Brianna McCarthy: "Thank you." She slips in, pulling out a cellphone as she does, before buckling himself in.

Brianna McCarthy: ((HERSELF))

Troy Lawrence: The door is shut and he moves around to his side, sliding in and shutting the door before starts the engine and drives off. "Someone you knew?" Obviously meaning the girl.

Brianna McCarthy: "No, actually," she murmurs, slim fingers tapping out a quick text message. "It's happened a few times, fan's coming up out of nowhere."

Troy Lawrence: "Ahh." He nods. "So, the artist. Your opinion?"

Brianna McCarthy: "He's dreaming of Wyrm things. He's exhausted, though he hides it. He doesn't like attention. His paintings, in some, cause an apprent obsession. Obviously, something is wrong. Maybe some of the reoccuring figures in his pictures are a pack using him. Maybe, he accidently found a fetish."

Troy Lawrence: "You don't think it's possible he knows what he's doing?"

Brianna McCarthy: "It's possible." She shrugs, slipping the phone back away

Troy Lawrence: A little nod. "I plan to try and speak to him when I set up the appointment...hopefully in a much more private setting then a gallery or high school."

Troy Lawrence: ((Pauses))