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Post by WR Harthe on Feb 2, 2022 3:26:53 GMT
The setting sun rest itself atop the horizon, illuminating the sky with bright oranges and vibrant purples, highlighting the clouds and the great beyond with a thin sense of hope, promising a better tomorrow than the last, assuming the night between was survived. Where that light failed to shine, however, was the narrow alleyway crammed between two behemoths of buildings in the heart of the city's abandoned industrial parts, where a sparsely clothed WR brought life to the deteriorating walls via spray paint and artistic vision.
They tossed a now empty can aside, the hollow bouncing echoing through the alley as it rolled to an abrupt stop against one of the dumpsters. They took a half step back and observed their newest creation: A colorful hammer swinging against a dull, cracked window, subliminal messages and imagery surrounding. It was poetic and metaphoric. What did it mean? They weren't exactly sure, but it was reflective of their mood, which was all that really mattered.
Tearing the mask away from their face, they exhaled sharply, guiding their bag against the wall with a careful foot. They dropped the mask on top of it, before pulling a random crate to sit on, which they did promptly. They crossed one leg over the other and placed a thoughtful finger under their chin as they contemplated whatever decided to cross their thoughts.
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Post by Ziggy Midgaurd on Feb 2, 2022 12:41:26 GMT
It was so hard to sleep at night knowing her baby brother was just a few streets away and there was nothing she could do about it. Would he remember her when this was all over or were they filling his head with lies about who she was? She had planned to just stay in her bed until she fell asleep naturally but this was the second night in a row with sleep completely eluding her. When she finally gave up, she threw her blankets off herself and dressed in some of her more simple clothes, which were still pretty crazy.
Ziggy wandered the streets of Telluride and glanced around at the different walks of life. She knew that every city had a darker side and she wanted to see just how bad this one's actually was. You could read anything on the Internet or in newspapers but until you were actually out there putting in the leg work, you didn't have a clue. She was just about to give up and turn around when she caught sight of an artist finishing up their work.
She watched them finish the piece and put everything away and then pull out the crate. Once she was sure they were a little more settled she turned to look at the picture itself.
"I am not cruel, only truthful... The eye of a little god, four-cornered." Her voice was a bit rough despite the fondness she spoke with.
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Post by WR Harthe on Mar 3, 2022 20:49:26 GMT
A thoughtful gaze ran over the delicate silver trimming outlining the window, carefully glazing along; as if to guide it from point A to point B. Andre's frequent annoyance rang in their ears: "You're so self-critical; just let art be art, man.". They rolled their eyes nostalgically, a faint smile stretching across their lips, as they tilted their head to the side to allow their gaze to bounce focuses, now admiring the expressive colors that brought so much life to the hammer.
"We coulda made it big, man," they sighed. It was a subconscious effort to suppress the guilt that surrounded his death. The hardest thing for them was watching everything he worked so hard for fall apart. Some of it was inevitable, like Morei Skies splitting; Xavier and Angelina couldn't stay in Telluride after what happened, and honestly, they couldn't blame them.
It was difficult looking at their work without music, and by extension, memories flooding their head. They shook the sentiment away, breaking free of the trance that so often caught them. That was when they realized that they had unsolicited company, though they weren't going to pretend that the stranger's words actually registered; they were so lost in thought that they somehow managed to completely dissociate from reality.
"Uh, can I help you? I'm not a dealer if that's what you're thinking."
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Post by Ziggy Midgaurd on Mar 6, 2022 1:53:27 GMT
Ziggy didn't realize that the stranger was lost in their thoughts until they focused on her after a few minutes. It was weird how okay they were with somebody sneaking up on them. Wasn't this artwork technically illegal? Weren't they scared of getting in trouble? She chuckled at their comment and stayed where they could look at both them and their art with just a turn of their head.
"Well that's good at least. I'm not sure I'm looking for anything but I do know that its definitely not a dealer."
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