Open; May 12-14

[thelastjoy]

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.

D. Player's Choice; Leave your own prompt

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[thelastjoy]

"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?

[injectablefame]

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."

[thelastjoy]

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?"

[injectablefame]

"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."

[thelastjoy]

"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."