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

[injectablefame]

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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[dirtyredneck]

Daryl's immediate and first reaction is to bristle and get mad. His hands ball up into fists and his shoulders hunch up, making him look bigger. He can't help it. It's something that's been trained into him since he was old enough to understand what 'charity' was and that it was basically the same as 'pity'. And to a Dixon, being pitied was tantamount to insult.

He had to hold himself back and remind himself that the kid didn't know nothing about him. Nothing than his scent, probably. That he wasn't exactly human. Daryl knew he didn't look poor, neither, so it definitely wasn't that.

A deep breath in and out and he managed to force himself to relax. His fingers uncurled, shoulders went down, and he nodded. A third breath and he was back to being casual, even rubbed at his bottom lip a bit before he reached into his pocket to pull out his wallet. A handful of notes were held out to Party, "Hold onto this one for me. I get off at four."

[injectablefame]

Party's head tips to the side a little. It's one of the more animalistic gestures he tends to do, thoughtless and minor to anyone who doesn't know what he is.

He's not sure how to read the guy's reaction, but he shakes it off when he speaks again, nodding and taking the bills. "I'll be here. Name's Party, by the way."

[dirtyredneck]

"Daryl," he answered, his wallet getting shoved back into place. "Dixon. You're pretty far south."

Not really a judgement, but a curiosity. They were currently in Richmond and Pack territory was pretty much no where near them.

[injectablefame]

"I get around." He grins at his little joke. "Nice to see as much of the city as I can without getting threats leveled at me."

In other words, he's a little tired of some of the vampires and their whole... thing.

[dirtyredneck]

Daryl made an 'mmm' with his lips pressed together and a nod. Then started to move off, offering only a small warning, "The sort to make threats been around recently. Keep an eye on your ass."

[injectablefame]

"Don't I know it." He shakes his head. "Thanks for the warning, though. I'll let you know if I see anything fishy while I'm here."