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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Oct 18, 2019 22:13:06 GMT -4
There wasn't really any point in her thinking about how she didn't feel right in this place, there wasn't any point in thinking about how she felt like she had a target on her back, about how she felt like a trap was waiting to be sprung with her in it. There wasn't any point in her thinking about how this sort of thing was just... too rich for her blood, or it was at some point. There wasn't any point at all, not anymore. Not when she had money now, not when she had friends, not when she was the fourth most wanted person in Tokyo. The Painter, fourth most wanted person in all of Japan. That... it still didn't feel entirely real. Her? Some random, fucking homeless girl that liked pills getting on a top five list? If it didn't actually happen, she would have laughed. But, there wasn't really any point in thinking about that; she was getting used to it. She was making herself believe it. Niso told her to, Kyoko liked having so many high-tier people, even Maeko was impressed... and honestly? She was starting to believe it anyway. She might have felt like there was something very wrong, like something could go wrong at any moment... but, for once, she felt like she could take it. She was the fourth most wanted person in the entire goddamn country! She was on almost the same level as that Thundershock guy! She liked this confidence. It was good shit. She wanted to be high on this for once. Unlike some of her friends, she had come here dressed like the Painter. She had thought they were supposed to come in their disguises, but apparently she was wrong... but eh, she didn't care. She felt like dressing her best anyway, and it was part of why she was feeling so good today! Pretty shoes, thigh-highs, garterstraps, a pink dress, a black corset over it, and some accessories made her feel pretty, and a domino mask to keep her identity secret, and her favorite part of the outfit, a big red clock draped around her shoulders. She didn't have her usual backpack with her, it wouldn't mesh well with her outfit, so today she had a bag instead, one that was a lot like a backpack, but with a strap that slung over her shoulder like a purse. It had all she needed for tonight, a whole lot of money... and paint. Luzia pursed her lips, half staring into space in thought, half looking around. She was looking for something good, a good place... she was the fourth most wanted person in the whole country. She wanted to leave her mark here, she wanted people to know that she had been here. She wanted to be known, so she was looking for a good place to leave that mark, but also, what would she leave? Just a name wouldn't do, it wasn't art, not her kind anyway... but she wasn't particularly angry or anything, either, so it didn't feel right to put up some student getting what's coming to them.... She kept walking, rocking her head slowly from side to side, trying to get her brain to work, running her finger along the tattoo of a broken heart over her heart, only stopping when she found a place that looked like a good canvas. An office building a little away from the crowd, and looked like it wasn't busy at the moment, but it looked busy enough that anything put up here would be noticed sooner rather than later. She stared at the wall, then smiled. Yeah, this was a good spot, and she knew exactly what to paint now that her canvas was in front of her. She popped her fingers, taking a slow, deep breath of the sea air, then reached into her bag, pulling out a can of spraypaint, closing her eyes, throughly enjoying the pop of the top and the clatter of the marble instead before getting to work. The Painter lost track of time, but she didn't care; she stepped back from her creation, smiling proudly as she looked at herself. She had painted herself on the wall, or a version of herself; it had its back to the viewer, showing off her awesome red cloak, and the graffiti-her spread it out with her arm, showing it off while looking at the viewer, the other hand holding a knife. Her face was blank, but just in case she still had the domino mask on the painting. Right next to the painting was the number 4, telling whoever saw the painting that she was the 4th most wanted person in the country. Luzia felt pride, but not just at her art this time. She stared at that number, still amazed that she was so high on that list, but also happy. It felt like she had finally gotten attention, it felt like she was finally out of the gutter, it felt like sh e had actually done something that was worth noticing. It almost felt like she could rule something if she wanted... she probably couldn't, but it felt like she could, and that was a feeling that she could get used to, the total opposite of what she usually felt. She put the cap back on the can and put it away, walking back to the still-dripping red paint of that number, reaching forward to gently run her gloved fingers along the wall, just under the trail of the paint, keeping ahead of it. Number 4... she couldn't help but smile a little. She was higher than Kyoko, higher than even Niso... not to mention it was the number of death. She found that funny, a killer getting a title of death. It felt fitting, and honestly, she didn't even care that she wasn't top three or anything, the fact that she was even on the list was surprising. But there wasn't any point in thinking about that; it was, and that meant that she was good. She was strong. She was popular. She wasn't invisible. (WC 1023) |
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Post by Libra/Tachibana on Oct 18, 2019 22:46:28 GMT -4
Art is subjective, but you know what isn't subjective and is always great as hell? Paid Vacation. All those days saved up, and blam, a weary Pyra Tachibana gets to go on break for a bit. She loves her job, dont get her wrong, but even you gotta take a break from stuff you love. If you keep doing the same thing over and over and over, then you'll lose that spark in life. Like, imagine how horrible you would feel if your job that you found joy in became less and less enjoyable. God, how annoying it would be. Good thing that'll never happen to her. This is why you have hobbies to distract yourself with. To make sure you don't like...explode from numbness.
Now killing is eternal. You can never get tired of killing. Sure you can get bored by the same method of killing, but the best part of killing is that there's so many ways to kill. Jabbing eyes, pulling out teeth, melting noses off, skeleton breaking, power bombing, gun, guns, stabbing, acid, acid sweat, acid spit, acid everything, all the works. So much ways to jab things in people, so many ways to make them choke on their own spit. Good times. Gooooood times. And the best part is, when she's doing the killing, she gets to feel great! Burning and rotting skin slowly regrowing, hearing maxed out to the point a bell can destroy her eardrums, sense of touch that feels like needles piercing her flesh, viewing the world in a red tint...she loves it. Being blind and all is fine but nothing beats looking at the world. Like...come on. Imagine having normal vision and hearing. Imagine being permanently blind. Pff. Imagine not feeling pain every time you touch something. Pffffff. God, some people's lives are just dull.
She walks around the block, wearing her oversized red hoodie as she drools under a surgery mask, the edges slowly being burnt up by the acid. She would be wearing her normal vest and spandex, but blood is hard to remove from indigo spandex. Really hard. She got it stained, damn it. It sucks. She had to burn it off and then patch it up and wash it to get the dirt off. Come on. Besides, she's being casual. Just a gray skinned woman with glowing indigo veins and bright red eyes...acting casual. You know, there's far more worse appearances to be around.
She looks around. Some nice stuff is on display, some nice buildings, some weird art on an office building...hmm? Interesting. Someone is or has finished painting something. What an odd thing to witness…
Alright, time to kill her.
Naaaaaaah she's just joshing herself! She'll kill later! Right now she's gonna sightsee.
Some weird looking person with a huge 4...if she were to analylze this image, one interpretation would be that this person is wishing someone to die. Nice. Like it. Has guts, big brain play over here. Who does she want to kill? It looks like a woman. All these colors filtered through red is pretty nice. Not bad. She looks at the person who painted it. Ah okay so its a self portrait. Makes sense. The shade of red shes wearing on her person makes it clear that it's genuine red. Nice. 10/10. good pick of color selection. If she wanted to kill her, now she wouldn't. Nice. She grins beneath the surgery mask.
"HEYA." She taps her shoulder. "I LIKE YOUR ART ON THE WALL. GOOD SHADES OF COLORS. BOLD STATEMENT. NICE ART ON YOU AS WELL. A BIT MUCH BUT I LIKE THE DESIGNS, SO ITS GOOD." She places her hands on her waist as she looks at the painting. "WHAT DOES IT MEAN, THOUGH."
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Post by John Doe on Oct 20, 2019 7:23:43 GMT -4
It was something he couldn't help find interesting watching from a distance for a few moments. The strange image a odd form of art but it only took a small few seconds in a glance to see it was no mere graffiti like one might have expected at first. The strange shape and number hard to pin point what it actually meant though. He watched with lightly tired eyes. A sensation of constant mild exhaustion seeming to hold upon his body. His breathing slow into the cool air around him. His hat pulled low so the bill of the hat shadowed over his lightly sunken eyes with the dark rings around them. His green coat closed warmly around him. Watching for a time before eventually approaching.
His eye for more physical art of the classic sense wasn't the most well trained. He was use to a more intimate style of work. Emotions tended to feel more real when things were truly intimate and one on one. More often then not his own work being a much more personal experience then one any audience could see or even understand. Perhaps it was why even with his only mild understanding forms of art like this still also did fascinate him as well in their own special ways.
"Good, definitely, Although with methods like these you might want to be careful. If it's already caught the eye of myself and this Lady here I'm surprised no one of authority as caught you yet." He'd say in a simple and rather plain town. Taking a small deep breath of the air casually trying to gather the scent of all around him. A small tickle of his curious nature making him wonder what other mysterious or things he hadn't yet seen these two could provide. Ever since arriving in this region of Japan after moving last. He'd felt himself grow lightly more bold in his ventures.
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Oct 20, 2019 15:21:37 GMT -4
The Painter's eyes were closed, proccessing this strange feeling of strength and confidence, trying to bring it up higher so she could feel it in her heart, not just her gut. It's what Niso would want... and what she wanted, too. To feel strong, to feel pretty, to be on top for once in her fucking life, and number 4 was close enough for her, especially when she didn't expect to get so high. She was number 4 now... she had eyes on her. She had an audience now... she had to impress people now. She could do that... right?
Luzia ripped herself off her own train of thought, her ears almost perking up at the sound of footsteps. She blinked when she felt her shoulder tapped, looking over her shoulder at a lady with gray skin and a surgical mask. She flinched slightly as the lady spoke, her voice sounding raspy and... painful, honestly. Sounded like she was sick with something, and bad, and she genuinely thought for a second that she might be sick for a second, but this lady's mask was melting, like she was drooling acid or something. She didn't think she was contagious or anything, but just in case, Luzia took a step away, blinking and smiling, blushily happily as she complimented her graffiti. She did quirk her brow suspiciously at the comment of the design being much, not sure what she meant by that.
Before she could reply, someone else came up, someone else with a gray sweatshirt - something that made Luzia narrow her eyes. Why so little color? - and a hat pointed down to almost cover his face. She stared at him, wondering if he was American or something; he looked kind of like a baseball player off duty or something. She smirked faintly at his comment, though, and finally looked to the painting again, standing a little taller, pushing her chest out a bit to show the pride she was trying to feel.
"This painting is me, and it's supposed to catch attention. I made it to tell the cops that will definitely be around here sooner or later that I was here, that the top four person on their wanted list was here and..." she paused for a moment, feeling strange for saying something so cocky when she was (relatively) sober, but she took a breath to steel herself, then shouted to make herself feel good about this sensation she felt. "And they couldn't do anything about it!" She beamed brightly, but, looking at the two, she soon turned to a blush, more of a meeker happiness shifting her prideful smile to a more subtle one, flicking her eyes to the painting, then to them, a softer tone showing her artistic side as she asked, "You guys really like it? It's not much, but...."
She almost twiddled her thumbs in her growing meekness, but like her worry, she pushed it down, making herself feel at least a little pride, still trying to get used to that feeling.
(WC 506)
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Post by Libra/Tachibana on Oct 20, 2019 19:35:13 GMT -4
Man, she should have generated some acid on her hand so she could burn that skin on her pretty little shoulder. Not sure why, its just one of those fleeting thoughts that pop up at times, ya know. Perhaps it was the sudden appearance of this guy, some bland drab looking fellow with a bland looking look on his face. Even when tinted in red through her eyes, he just looks...bleh. That's what he looks right now: Just Blehtm. Why is it like that? Wheres the color disaster like this gal is wearing? Come on now. At least try to have fun with your overall threads and shit.
The girl started to talk about the meaning. Ah so she just wants attention. Nice. Good ideal to understand. Simple and plain. A bit too simple. Damn it's kinda too literal, huh? It's just a ad for people to look at, to show to the world that she means business or something. Or she just wants to promote herself and get some commissions for her arts...no thats a bit too smart for this kind of thing. With something that huge, it's bound to grab attention. How did she get those high spots with her height? Who knows, she must have done some careful climbing or something...or maybe she's overthinking it. Bleh.
"AH. IF THEY COME THEN I GUESS WE CAN SHOW OFF THE HANDIWORK, THOUGH, WOULDN'T THAT BE NICE? TO HAVE YOURSELF A BIGGER AUDIENCE. YOU MUST BE SO PROUD." She lets out a cackle as she leans back a bit to stretch her back. "YEAH SURE, GIRL! IT LOOKS NICE. I REALLY LIKE THE BIG NUMBER. SO MANY MEANING WITH THAT ONE NUMBER. LIKE, MY PERSONAL SMALL TINY GRAP IS THAT IT NEEDS MORE RED, BUT WE CAN JUST USE ANOTHER KIND OF PAINT ONCE THE POLICE ARRIVE TO ADD IT. EHEHE..."
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Post by John Doe on Oct 28, 2019 23:41:08 GMT -4
She was sweet... But her art and what she said made him curious. Having to chew on the inner part of his cheek as he held back the urge to take a better more full look at her. Desiring to hold her scent curious of it. But he resist the thing in his mind for now. His eyes remaining only weakly interested in interest as he wouldn't allow them to show more. He was curious if the big number along with the image meant what he was starting to expect it might. That along with the vision he presented well... It had a way of waking appetites within. Although maybe not the kind she was used to awakening from young men.
"This other observer has fair points, I believe most art is a more personal experience though. But I do enjoy this... Although I don't much keep up with most official things. I have speculation but the four means what exactly?" He had a obvious answer but he wanted to be sure. Wanting her to answer. Moving a little closer as they spoke with his movements coming closer to her in an almost disarming and calm demeanor. But in reality he wanted closer proximity to see them both. To see this artist... Curious of her in this current moment of interest.
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Nov 1, 2019 20:36:22 GMT -4
Luzia smiled wider, her nervousness eased by the two liking her work. She could admit it wasn't really the deepest piece she ever made, but it wasn't supposed to be. It was supposed to be simple, it was supposed to just be... her, just her saying that she was here. That she existed, that she wasn't invisible, that she was here, and... and...
She paused a moment, surprised at the thought that crossed her head. It felt weird for her... it was too confident, it was too bold for her, it almost didn't feel right... but it also came from her, not from being high, not from someone else, it actually came from her, she could feel it. And even though it felt... weird, it also felt right. It gave her a strange feeling... like the air was fresh, like she could breath in deeply, like she was strong.
This tag wasn't a decoration, it wasn't funny or clever or cute or even violent. It was just a simple statement: she was here, and so far, they haven't been able to do anything about it.
This odd, filled-chest feeling making her smile, making her meekness fade some, she straightened her back a little, looking at the American-looking guy. Her confidence was shaky and fragile, but for the moment, it was in her voice. She smiled at him as he came closer. "The number four refers to Japan's Most Wanted list. I'm that number; I'm the Painter."
For a second, she thought of all the kills she's done to earn that position as a highlight reel in her head, her years of operation keeping her in the news over and over again, and it made her smile even more. It made her feel good, to be known like this, and if she wanted, she could keep going. And... she did.
(WC 309)
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Post by Libra/Tachibana on Nov 1, 2019 21:27:54 GMT -4
Oooooh boy. This guy....this guy is one of those fans, isn't he. He's the kind of guy who looks at a piece of art and starts salivating over the small precise way the artist drew the lines or, uh, what other prentenious thing is there, uuuuuuuuuh it's on the tip of her tongue, damn it! You can just tell from the way he looks at it. It's one of those faces, a face that got constatly praised over and over how great a job they did in school. You know, one of those faces. One of those egos. She's just making all of this up from one look alone, it is probably not what he really is, but damn it his voice and face just emits that. Meanwhile, you take one look at her and go "oh my god, that looks horrible, are you okay?"
She seems to be proud about it. "AH, OKAY. MAKES SENSE." Who was the painter again? Oooooooh right, that whole mess and the blood murals she heard about from coworkers. Now she recalls her...so why was she number 4 again? Was it cause she painted in blood or something? Probably why she was number 4, honestly. Now, if they were big murals, then mad respect there. Big ass pools of blood right there. That would be great. "ITS PROBABLY BETTER THAN HIS NAME, PROBABLY."
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Post by John Doe on Nov 4, 2019 17:15:21 GMT -4
He seemed to watch her for a moment when she proclaimed herself Japan's fourth most wanted. The small glint in his eye was hard to tell if it was a notion of surprise or curiosity. But just as fast as the glance would take not and interest so would it fade just as quickly in a mere moment or two. His eyes taking a moment to fixate briefly back upon the painting upon the wall. He couldn't help but... find it odd. He supposed briefly to himself he could see pride in such a thing pending ones mind sight. But he often made sure his work left him more of a mystery and making his crimes appear more like that of suicides or framing others given his changeling like abilities.
"Quite interesting, While I will say it's lovely for street style art. But aren't worried about being so boastful about such status? Or is this one of those enjoying the chase sorta things?" He'd as curiously his voice lacking much enthusiasm. His tired eyes gazing only briefly at the art and quickly there after returning to the painter and one of the most wanted before him. His eyes only briefly gazing in a equally unamused fashion at Libra as well in the moment. His words falling quickly silent in the current moment.
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Nov 8, 2019 22:42:11 GMT -4
This guy was getting close, but Luzia didn't mind in the least; she grinned wide, her body language completely accepting as the hatted guy got closer. She posed, even, holding her hands out to the painting, looking cute and letting him look at her painting as close as he wanted. She smiled at him, then looked over at the lady as she talked about names, shrugging as she replied, "The news called me it, honestly, a long time ago. But I like it, and it means I don't have to think about a name for myself or anything, so it works, right~?"
For a moment, she stared into space, still remembering when they first started calling her the Painter. It was after her second kill, before she was 'officially' a serial killer. She remembered that day pretty clear, and remembering it made her smile; it was before she became nocturnal, very early in the morning, but it was still dark because it was gray and raining. She could remember staring up at the TV screen in the terminal and looking around, seeing everyone murmur. She could remember them saying a lot of bad things, talking about fear and confusion and wondering why someone would do that. She didn't understand what she felt that morning until her third kill, when she was an actual serial killer, that she understood what the feeling she felt at that time was: they were talking about her. For a few weeks, she was noticed, she was visible, people didn't ignore her.
And that was the best feeling ever.
She narrowed her eyes, her smile disappearing when the capped guy asked the dumbest question ever. Honestly, it ticked her off a little, and she hissed at him, "Maybe I wanna boast, huh? I'm the fourth biggest bitch in the country, I think I earned the spotlight for a bit!" She glared at him, annoyed that she was pulled out of one of the few pleasant memories she had, and shot her glare right at Libra. "What about you? Gonna say some shit?"
Her anger was far from a boil, but there was a bubble or two, but in this area, at this time... she probably wouldn't get angry enough to kill again. But she was definitely ticked.
(WC 381)
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Post by Libra/Tachibana on Nov 8, 2019 23:06:31 GMT -4
Attention hogs are always a fun thing to witness acting out. You have the textbook definition of someone who has deluded themselves into their own little world, cognitive bullshit and all that jazz. 4 isnt bad but come on. It's not 3rd. You don't think about the 4th person in charge, right? You don't think about 4th place in a race usually. You dont bother about that. If anything, you think more about the 5th place or 10th winner than the 4th place winner. 1st to 3rd is what matters the most. 3rd is locked up but she still made an impact on the news.
She's not insane. She's not gonna that shit upfront on purpose out of spite. Okay, not right now. She would totally do it another and slam her head to the wall and rub her face with acid. But she's on the list. She's a serial killer. She can probably kill her. That's Libra's train of thought right now. All about survival. She also looks like she can snap at any moment. Look at that dumb face. She's so pissed off, she's literally hissing! Pfffffftahaahhahhahaha, adorable. It's a cool paradox: Older or Younger they are, easy to make angry. She just takes off the remants of the surgery mask off her mouth and looks at Luzia, grinning. "DONT LOOK AT ME, I SAID NADA. DOWN, GIRL." She cackles a bit. "YOU LOOK LIKE...UUUUUH, AROUUUUUUND....19ISH AND YOU ALREADY GOT YOURSELF ON THE BIG BOY BOARD. HATS OFF TO YOU. YOURE DOING A BETTER JOB THAN THIS GUY OR ME." She shrugs. "GUESS WHEN YOU KILL WITH ACID IT'S NOT AS NOTICEABLE AS PAINTING. SHE HAS A RIGHT TO YELL OUT TO THE PUBLIC. I BET THERES GONNA BE SOME PEOPLE WALKING BY HERE AND GOING "OH WOW THE PAINTER DREW THIS,' ALL SCARED AND SHIT." She then places her finger on her own throat. "AND THEN YOU KILL THEM WHILE OFF GUARD TO GET MORE PAINT. FLAWLESS LOGIC."
"...CAN YOU DRAW ANYTHING ELSE? LIKE DO YOU TAKE REQUESTS? LIKE A...UUUUUUUUUH FUCK I DUNNO. YOU GOT IDEAS, DEAD EYES?"
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Post by John Doe on Nov 11, 2019 22:01:31 GMT -4
He hardly feared death, Nor did he wish for it though either. Being close to the possible danger this was simply didn't effect him all that much. His hands most of the time remained calmly in his pockets as he closed the gap bit by bit. His natural behavior from his haggard body language to his tired expressions only helped cast that disarming. But for people such as these and how calm and disarming would still remain even after what was said and seen should show signs this man was far from just some humble normal guy. Something far darker was boiling and bubbling from within. A beast hidden beneath the flesh of the man,
"I think I'd prefer not to be known as well as one lists. But this display is quite a fine piece of work." He'd say his brown eyes flickering lightly with a bit of joy. She had to have had earned this number given the government attached it to her. An more then that the fact she was pleased with it as well. He watched her for a moment even as upset as she seemed to be. His head tilting only to a minor degree observing her. She was protective of this status it seemed. Being questioned about it seemed to set her off at least to a mild degree. His body remained relaxed however cool and collected even near someone so high in status of criminal ratings and anger but it seemed to bother him very little.
"I suppose it depends on the crime's and reasoning. Not everyone would enjoy the spotlight I suppose. The life of a painter and a criminal clashing into one another. People admiring your work but also not wanting to be captured. Not sure I agree with it all but I do admire the work. It'd fine and good taste to detail. No need to take insult." He'd say calmly much liked a tired parent might sound when talking to rowdy children. But also kind and friendly offering little if any opposition only coming off as if working with them rather then against them. His own criminal like crimes and traits hidden from the world though in comparison. What he did was personal, Romantic, something between him and the chosen soul. The mindset he had was rather to keep it hidden and away from the prying eyes of the world what he did as it did not concern the world.
He couldn't help but even as he tried to hold his cold collected demeanor this other woman was so eccentric it broke through to him now and again. Chuckling for a moment briefly giving her a smirk. She had a spark to her he had to give her that. "I wouldn't presume to tell a artist to change their style. But I would like to see more pieces." He'd say calmly to Libra and somewhat to Luzia with mild implications in his voice as he spoke his eyes carefully and calmly watching the both of them as the conversation ticked on.
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Nov 15, 2019 1:18:32 GMT -4
She snorted softly when lady relented so quickly. Damn fucking right she did, too; this shit was one of the few things she was good at, she wasn't gonna take any lip about it! No one said shit about her art, no one! No said shit, no one touched it, no one fucking painted over it ever. A particularly sore memory rose up, and she grit her teeth, squeezing her fist tightly enough to to turn her knuckles white. Before she could get really mad, though, she stopped herself; these people liked her work, they liked it, they weren't going to ruinng it.
Her anger didn't completely go away, though, and she reached into her bag, flicking open a bottle without even pulling it out, throwing a couple pills in her mouth, dry-swallowing without a problem as she reminded herself that she didn't need to be mad here, and in fact it would probably be a bad thing for her to get mad. She took a deep breath, and her glare turned to the guy in the cap, her glare thinly veiled, slowly pulling herself back into control. She narrowed her eyes at him, wondering what sort of apology that was supposed to be, but she let it go anyway; he said he didn't understand, so it was whatever.
The other lady spoke again, and she started to compliment her, and Luzia's mood was already on its way back up. She flinched slightly when she pulled her mask off, letting her mouth drool with... something burning, but she ignored that, her smile only a little awkward as she gleefully ate up the acid girl's compliments. She wanted to respond, but she didn't want to say that whole 'i don't know how I got on the list' thing... honestly, it was kinda bullshit. If she had mentioned it a few weeks ago, then she might have said that... but today? She was gonna believe she got on there, even if she still wasn't sure how; she just killed people, she wasn't yaku-
No, she was on the list. She got on it, and she had eyes on her now.
Luzia shook those thoughts away and smiled again when the acid girl agreed with her. At least she got it! ...But honestly, she couldn't be too mad at the cap guy... she could get that, too. Laying low was the easiest way to get through life; keeping your head low, staying in the background, no eye contact... if you did it right, you were pretty much invisible. That could save your life. She didn't want to be invisible, but... she long since learned how valuable it can be... even if it sucked more often than not.
The Painter blinked out of her thoughts when both of them agreed on something, looking between the two. They actually wanted to request something? From her? For a moment, she was surprised... but she quickly smiled, pulling out one of her cans of spraypaint. "I don't have a lot of colors on me, but sure! You guys wanna see anything?"
(WC 514)
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Post by Libra/Tachibana on Nov 15, 2019 1:41:28 GMT -4
Holy shit this chick is easy to switch on a dime. Tha-that's hilarious. Look at her, so easy to make happy or make angry. She thinks she has the general gist on this gal. Not too much though: this is a special case of insanity they're dealing with. She's easy to please if you praise her, anything can make her angry depending on the tone, word usage, or even look your face has. And thing is, it can probably swap in an instant. So then...how can you press the buttons on someone whose buttons are so haywired that some of them are overallping? Interesting and interesting.
All of this internal thinking came out as her typical cackle, with her throat slightly gargling. Damn, must be all that spit build up. Coughing a big, she bends down a bit as she continues to laugh a bit more, then raises her head to look at the blank eyed figure, loudly sighing. Ah, he really is one of them art snobs. Great. That statement totally wasnt vague and didn't answer what she wanted to now. "NO. I MEAN A LITERAL REQUEST. LIKE A DEAD BODY OR A FLOWER OR FUCK I DUNNO, LOST LOVE OR WHATEVER YOU ART GUYS EAT UP. JEEZ." She straightens her back out as Luzia pulls out her can to prepare the next paint. "ALRIGHT THEN. UH....HMMMM....CAN YOU DRAW SOMETHING IN RED? LIKE A....HOW DO YOU SAY THIS..."
"I WANT YOU TO DRAW SOME STAIRS. AND THEN DRAW SOMEONE FALLING DOWN SAID STAIRS. AND HE'S FALLING FOREVER. LIKE, FOREVER FORERVER. ETERNAL REOCCURENCE AND ALL THAT JAZZ. IT'S NOT MEANT TO BE SYMBOLIC BY THE WAY. IT'S LITERALLY SOME GUY FALLING DOWN STAIRS. LIKE "OH SHIT IM FALLING DOWN STAIRS." AND THE PEOPLE OUTSIDE OF THE PAINTING ARE GOING "WARNED YOU ABOUT THOSE STAIRS!" OR SOMETHING. YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO IT, BUT JUST PUTTING IT OUT THERE."
After saying that, she stops for a bit and then grins. "OR YOU CAN DRAW A BIG RED FLOWER, FUCK MAN I DUNNO. EYES, YOU TELL HER WHAT TO DRAW, AND THIS TIME DONT BE SO VAGUE. LITERALLY TELL HER WHAT YOU WANT."
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Post by John Doe on Nov 19, 2019 1:08:36 GMT -4
He didn't really react to it, His eyes only watching with that glazed over sense of silence that made it almost easy to forget he was there in any other circumstances. The pills though still catching his hard to notice attention. It wasn't much of a surprise given the kinda of work people on a top ten list of Japanese most wanted might be somewhat 'unstable'. He also simply shrugged but also offered a nod of curious intrigue. More leaving it up to Libra for whatever might be painted by the deadly painter herself. "What might you be interested in? I'm just curious to watch a master at work." He'd say simply enough to Libra. It was more the experience of seeing a true master at work.
Although he felt himself almost taken back a brow raising slightly in a actual visible reaction this time to Libra's reaction frantically trying to make suggestions. He almost wasn't sure how to take such enthusiasm at first his hands in his pockets fidgeting lightly as he lightly bit the inner part of his cheek to resist the urge to laugh truth be told. "That's quite the enthusiasm... Has anyone ever told you, you can come off as quite eccentric my friend?" He'd say curiously trying to hold back the want to laugh but a small grin still breaking through all the same.
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