undergrounds | You Only Hear The Music When Your Heart Begins To Break

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! ]

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"What were you before that was so much better?" Party can't see it as anything but a gift. His whole upbringing left him overcome with the idea of the noble wolf that his parents had never wanted him to be.

"What's so great about being like everyone else when you can have more?" All of his own defensiveness is dripping away bit by bit, left with honest questions that might sound dumb, but are entirely genuine. Even as he says them, he knows that they sound dumb. Probably only another werewolf could get it, but maybe not even then if he goes by his current company.

The honesty is pretty obvious here and it's rather unnerving. Was this worse than an accident? Worse than being blamed for it? He's not sure, only that this honesty was bad in its own way.

"I'd rather not turn into a dog that might just go and eat people, as a start." Connor doesn't think it's going to make that much of a difference to Party. He's clearly set in his ways about this, clearly knows what he wants to think about this curse.

"I haven't eaten anyone in the last six months." He grins, not bothering to mention that it's because he hasn't been a werewolf all that long. If someone wants to think he ate someone six months ago, it makes him sound a lot more ferocious, anyway.

"What are you so afraid of?"

Connor takes the implication for what it looks like, as if they aren't both relatively new to this and thus in over their heads. Party sounds more ferocious for it. But he didn't need to sound much more than what Connor had already experienced.

"What does it matter to you?" That's not the logical answer to his question but it's the emotional one so it's the one he's going with.

"'Cause we stick together." Even Party knows that his romantic side is coming out when he says things like that, but he can't help it. It's always been us-vs-them in his mind and the idea of pack and family and the need for it is so wrapped up together with all the primal urges he's still getting used to. Pack hasn't disappointed him yet, either. If anything, it's the thing he's managed to rely on the most lately.

"You'll understand. You'll get it." He shakes his head rapidly, moving closer. "It's good. It'll be good, but you can't be afraid of it."

"Stick together? That's why you totally found me after, right?" No, instead he'd had to figure this shit all out on his own. And as much as he's mad at Party for existing, he's almost more mad at him for not existing before this.

"Didn't think you'd activate it." He shrugs, because hell if he's going to be made to feel bad for not playing daddy to a guy who's probably the same age he is. It's not like he bit the guy with the instructions to kill someone after. "Did you do that on purpose or are you a serial killer? 'Cause I'm too pretty to die right now, for the record."

Connor shifts awkwardly. He wants out of this conversation, badly. It's the same as when Party brought it up a few moments before - an open wound, one he clearly hasn't even had time to figure out for himself. He'd even known, had made ill-humored jokes about it with Natasha. He should've been better, should've known better, and all of this --

"I'm not going to hurt you." Unlike what Party did to him. He's never intentionally hurt anyone. But that doesn't mean it didn't happen anyway.

"That's not a direct answer, so I'm just gonna hope that you're the Dexter kinda serial killer and you follow some kinda fucked up code about it." He tries to keep his voice down, but he can't help stage-whispering. Maybe it's all a little too funny to him, but he's only good at taking a few things seriously.

"Anyway... you found me now."

You Only Hear The Music When Your Heart Begins To Break - OPEN

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