undergrounds | Open; May 12-14

A. Caffeine Cold

A full week of a new school probably would have fried her nerves even if she wasn't still adjusting to her curse. The full moon, naturally, hadn't helped one bit. Coffee probably wouldn't help her relax, but she wasn't about to deny herself something sweet when her mood was already so sour.

So of course she trips rounding a street corner and spills the drink all over herself.

"Shit, shit, shit." Girl hops from foot to foot, trying to dislodge the icy mush from her shirt. She starts scooping it off her clothes, promptly flinging it away from her skin and, probably, right onto the poor souls passing by.

B. Into the ~~Wolf's~~ Lion's Den

The East End pack has far nicer digs than she's used to.

She saw some of the place on full moon, but hadn't had time for more than a quick peek around before other matter's took hold. With the night behind her, she's curious to explore; see what she'll be contending with for the foreseeable future. She's examining a broken down wall currently, running her fingers over the ragged edge of splintered stone.

"Ya'll been rough with this place," she says, though her tone is warm rather than accusing. She finds the chaos homey. "Looks like a hurricane came thrashin' through here."

C. Chalk Zone
She's not far from her apartment building, sitting cross legged in a parking lot of some run-down shops. It's well past working hours and the place is deserted. Girl's made herself comfortable, an honest to god boombox blaring loudly by her side, and a bag leaning against her back. She riffles through it every few moments, picking out new pieces of chalk.

She's drawing on the pavement, mushroom clouds and dragons mixed with lines from old rock songs. It's not very good, childish and more a mess than anything artistic. Still, she seems to be enjoying herself and the look she gives when anyone walks by says she has no plans on stopping any time soon.

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The handshake doesn't bother her, it's not like she's a model of manners herself.

"Think that'd just make me assume it's somethin' worse," she says, huffing out a little laugh. "Just moved here, so I don't plan on takin' back off in a hurry. Packin' again would just be a pain in the ass."

"London's pretty alright." An understatement from Party. He'd loved Los Angeles and New York, but London's got his love, too, and he's not looking to leave in a hurry.

"'Specially if you get yourself a good guide." He grins. "What kinda stuff are you into? I know a couple of places I'd show my brother if he could visit."

"Just alright?" Girl asks, incredulous and a little teasing. She thinks it's more than, after a lifetime of small towns in the desert.

"Music, drawin', nothin' borin'. All the usual stuff." All the usual teenager things, or so she'd think. "Since you're fancin' yourself the guide, where would ya show your brother?"

Party just grins. This is clearly his kind of kid. It would be rude of him to abandon her in her time of excellent role model need.

"There's some great museums 'round town. We gotta start with those. Then we can visit some of the galleries. I've shown my stuff in a few of 'em. It's a great town for art. 'S why I moved here." That and fear for his safety, but that's less fun. "There's good music, too. Might have to sneak you into some of the venues, but we can be crafty, right? You like punk?"

"Wait, you've been in galleries?" Of course that's what she'd latch onto, out of everything, even if it all sounded interesting. The look she's giving him is a mix of awe and disbelief. "You're a real artist then? Professional and everythin'?"

He should tread carefully answering that. He might just gain a little shadow.

"I like everythin', long as it's loud. I don't mind havin' to sneak in to see a show." Though the baby face might provide a challenge with anyplace not already dodgy.

"'S how I pay my way, yeah." It's also how he lowers property values in certain neighborhoods, but that's not his problem. "I do other stuff, too, but the gallery sales're what pays the bills."

He bites his lip, looking thoughtful. "How're you with spray paint?"

"Wow," she starts, looking delighted. She wonders if some scruffy kid could get in to look at those galleries. "That's really cool. What's the other stuff?"

Girl shrugs, sticking her hands in her pockets. "Okay, I guess. No worse than any other bored teenager." She eyes him suspiciously. Sure she'd done her share of graffiti; what else was there to do in a small town? But she couldn't see what a professional would want with that. "Why?"

"Street art's the real future of sendin' a message. Makin' people think or brightenin' the neighborhood with somethin' cool. That's where the real art's at. You don't gotta sell it to nobody."

He pulls out his phone so he can pull up a picture of some of his work. "You done any stencil work before? I can teach ya."

When he hands over the phone, it's a piece on an anonymous brick wall of a wild jungle of trees, all bright colors overtaking each other.

"That what they teach in those fancy art schools?" His response was pleasantly surprising. She was sure most people looked down on street art, not uplift it.

"No, just free hand everythin'. And you don't, ya know, have to do anythin'. You don't need to feel obligated or whatever to show the new person stuff." She leans over to look at his phone, whistling under her breath at the picture. "That's way cool. Where'd ya do that?

Party just shakes his head at the idea of not showing her stuff. If people are interested in what he's doing, he's automatically interested in them. He loves sharing art and he loves attention, positive or negative.

"Nearby neighborhood. I can show ya when you got a minute. I like markin' our territory."

She flashes him a quick grin, eyes momentarily widening. "Right. Well, whenever you got the time. I don't got nothin' that needs doin'." Nothing she wasn't willing to skip, anyway. "Pretty cool, ya know. Makin' a big move like that for the art. Where'd ya used to be at anyway?"

"SoCal. Lived in New York for a while, too. Been in London almost a year, though. Good scene here." He likes the art and the parties. The people have really started to grow on him, too, even if half his friends aren't from here, either. "Gotta go where things're hot."

"California, huh?" That's the second pack member she's met from there, it makes her wonder if the reasoning is anywhere near the same. Her grin slips. "How long since ya were 'round there? I mean, New York sounds awesome too but, uh. I lived by the state lines for most of forever."

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