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You Only Hear The Music When Your Heart Begins To Break - OPEN
Party's already been warned off of vampire territory a few times and for now he's willing to play ball, but that doesn't mean he's going to be happy about it, especially now that they've taken Greenwich. His career is pretty halted without access to the art galleries in their territory and he's taken to what some people might see as panhandling, but what he chooses to see as an entry-level artist position.
Lately, he's taken to setting up shop with his art outside train stops in various non-hostile areas. He's got a little cardboard display with postcard prints of his favorite pieces and a travel easel with a tip jar. Every day he finds a new stop to set up at and he starts to paint. If anyone shows interest, he'll offer commissions or even just chat with people.
In the evenings, he'll move to hipper places, outside of nightclubs and bars where he might catch the eye of others in the art scene. Most of his art focuses in the juxtaposition of nature imagery and neon colors, especially wolves and forests, but he'll branch out to anything that might interest him if it fits his style of bright contrasts an harsh shapes.
On more than one occasion, he takes advantage of the cover of night to paint over old tags and ruder graffiti with his own quick spray paint work, especially in alleyways that look like they could use a little love and a brighter palette.
[ OOC: Party can be found anywhere that would be non-hostile to werewolves for any of the above scenarios. His art is along the lines of this or this or this. If you're interested in a more specific starter for something, let me know! ]
Lately, he's taken to setting up shop with his art outside train stops in various non-hostile areas. He's got a little cardboard display with postcard prints of his favorite pieces and a travel easel with a tip jar. Every day he finds a new stop to set up at and he starts to paint. If anyone shows interest, he'll offer commissions or even just chat with people.
In the evenings, he'll move to hipper places, outside of nightclubs and bars where he might catch the eye of others in the art scene. Most of his art focuses in the juxtaposition of nature imagery and neon colors, especially wolves and forests, but he'll branch out to anything that might interest him if it fits his style of bright contrasts an harsh shapes.
On more than one occasion, he takes advantage of the cover of night to paint over old tags and ruder graffiti with his own quick spray paint work, especially in alleyways that look like they could use a little love and a brighter palette.
[ OOC: Party can be found anywhere that would be non-hostile to werewolves for any of the above scenarios. His art is along the lines of this or this or this. If you're interested in a more specific starter for something, let me know! ]
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The bright neon against a black background caught Roddy's eye and he approached, curious. He noted the wolf-like scent, and figured the man could smell his own rat scent, but figuring it didn't matter since it wasn't a full moon night, he forced himself to ignore it. Even if the predatory scent made him feel a little more on edge, he figured nothing was as bad as running into a vampire. At least, that's how things seemed lately.
"That looks amazing," he said, focusing on one of the paintings of a pack of vividly colored wolves, racing through a forest.
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He didn't really mind hanging around other creatures. Even vampires didn't bother him when they weren't being dicks about territory, so he barely reacted to the new smell, instead leaning his elbows on his knees and looking Roddy up and down. "Are you an artist, too, or just a fan?"
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But a fan who understood the amount of effort and passion that went into a piece, even if his own work engaged a different sense entirely.
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Something in Party lights up at the prospect of another creative person with a foot in the supernatural world. He's always had a problem with romanticizing things and it's easy enough to picture himself finding people here like his old friends, creative and fun and not particularly human.
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He wished he could play somewhere on a regular basis. As it was, he was rarely able to get much of anything with his music. It wasn't for lack of skill, though, people typically loved his music when they heard it, but Roddy didn't really have any connections, and adding in the fact that he had to pass on any potential jobs in a huge chunk of the city, it did make things more of a challenge.
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"Now you're talkin' my language! Any good warehouse parties coming up around here? It's always fuckin' hard to find them if you don't know anyone."
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All this crap had made a lot of people paranoid and on edge, especially among shifters. He suspected it wasn't too different for werewolves. It made them less inclined to want to be in a dark room with a lot of strangers.
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Party's not looking to get himself killed, but he's got no sense for when he should be afraid or even cautious. He's noticed the change in people's moods, sure, but he thinks they're foolish to stop enjoying themselves over it. That's how he lets his enemies win and lately, his enemies seem to be a good number of vampires.
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In other words, you could always die, so this guy had a point about staying in.
"You just have to convince enough people of that to get a party going."
Because even if Roddy decided he could brave the possible vampires, others might not feel so brave.
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It's probably an oversimplification. Having a handful of friends can't really protect you from a lot of the threats out there right now, but Party isn't going to let himself get caught up in hiding. He doesn't like the idea of not living his life to the fullest just because someone's out to stop him. If anything, he's got to spite them and live extra hard.
"We already got two, right?" He winks.
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Because while he'd gotten Roddy to be up for a party, a party of two wasn't much of a party. Then again, if Party managed to talk Roddy into throwing caution to the wind, he could probably do the same with a few others.
"My name's Roddy, by the way," he said, realizing he hadn't introduced himself.
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"Real name's too boring for an artist. Not cool like Roddy."
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He wondered if Party meant his parents hated him now, or if something horrible had happened to them. Either way, with as much as Roddy's dad meant to him, he felt like there should be more of an emotional reaction than that. Maybe it happened a long time ago, though. Whatever 'it' was.
"Thanks. I don't really think of Roddy as a super interesting name, and I don't use my real name when I'm DJing, but...thanks."
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"Really? DJ Roddy has a cool ring to it. What's your super cool DJ name?"
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"Uh...DJ Retchid Kat. Because...well, the whole cat thing makes me feel like the toughest, most powerful thing in the room."
Because cats are scary, right? Sometimes, a rodent's perspectives didn't quite match up with everyone else's.
"And it's kind of funny, because it's ironic."
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"That's hilarious. I'll have to come out with you some time. I could be your big, scary guard dog."
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Okay, Roddy was aware of how ridiculous that sounded. But...for him it still sort of rang true.
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"Gimme a call next time you want a guard dog. Or a buddy. Or if you just wanna get fucked up." He winks, as if that was in any way a subtle offer that required the wink.
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