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undergrounds2016-09-09 02:31 pm
injectablefame) wrote in undergrounds2016-09-09 02:31 pm
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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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"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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