2014.01.10.TheWickedBrush.com
| TheWickedBrush.com. | |
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| Cherazart's painting draws interesting buyers | |
| IC Date | 2014/01/10. |
| IC Time | Afternoon. |
| Players | Axel, Boss, Brogan, Boss, Cherazart, Cross, Cynthia, Halle, Velok |
| Location | Images and Dreams |
| Prp/Tp | TheWickedBrush.com |
| Spheres | Mortal. |
| Theme Song | None |
Images and Dreams - Main Room
When one enters the area, one can easily see the delightful cafe that has a bit of an eclectic, yet elegant look. The walls are made of deep red bricks that support the room and give the area a very sturdy appearance. Even the mortar is painted bright red. Perhaps the owner has a thing for this hue. Yet to contrast and compliment this shade are various paintings from Monet, van Gogh, and Thomas Kincaid. Other paintings from less known artists adorn the walls as well. The artwork is distributed in such a way to bring attention to the myriad of colors that breathe life into this location. Many scenes are of nature, others are of beautiful women, and one may even notice a few Pre-Raphaelites here and there.
So that people can admire the art at a close view, a variety of tables and chairs line the walls. There are at least six tables, some larger than the others and beneath them are seats made out of sturdy wood, perhaps oak. It appears as if the owner has spent a lot of money to furnish the place, as if the intent was to have a bit of a peaceful looking museum. The top of the tables themselves are made of a dark colored glass which further compliments the furniture. At the top of each table are fresh flowers that seem to be delivered daily. In every glass vase various types of roses give the tables a lovely, romantic scent.
On the left side of the room when one enters there is a moderately sized bar. The countertop appears to be made of a dark marble with golden flakes inside the slab. Holding up the slab appears to be a structure made of solid, cherry colored wood. Near the bar itself are six stools covered by dark leather. Behind the structure one can hear the hum of a small fridge and an ice machine, but these things are not evident to anyone's sight unless they move behind and see them. On the top of the bar are a few crystal covers holding some cakes and pies. It appears as if this establishment can serve small desserts and a few drinks, but it's not a huge restaurant.
There are some obvious exits to the main room. Right across from the bar on the right side are two small doors marked as bathrooms. These two small doors are not far from the glass door that allows people to come into the main area. At the very back right corner of the room is a dark wooden door marked 'Basement.' In the left corner of the room one can see a black metal staircase that winds up to the second floor. If someone felt a need to leave though, the main entrance has a sign with golden letters written in both Spanish and English. It says, "All are welcome to come and dream in peace." To add a bit of a fantasy touch, two unicorns flank the statement.
Contents:
Cherazart Cross Halle
Its a familiar old preacher that makes his way into Images and Dreams. The old man is still wearing his dusky usual clothes, worn and abued with time, fitting for the wearer. He had left briefly, though over the last week the vast majority of his waking and sleeping time had been spent here.
Cherazart yawns a bit and finally comes back into the cafe. Her sketchbook is under her arm and upon entering she puts it on a nearby table. She then takes off her cloak and puts it on the table too.
Velok has arrived.
Typhanie sneaks back in. What does she have? She has, as usual, a baby! Shhhhhh, though! Baby is sleeping. Typhanie hasn't bothered to take her out of the carrier, though, so she's lugging that big ole thing inside, turning sideways to make it through the door without banging on stuff.
Halle is over sitting at the counter, sipping a cup of tea. It's a fairly normal day in the cafe, the lunch time rush ended and maybe there being a bit more foot traffic as people are starting to leave work early for the weekend. The barista not named Cherazart or Brogan is working the counter and looks up to smile at Cherazart as she comes in. Cherazart might notice that one of the normal paintings is not to be seen, but instead one of her own is hanging in its place.
Cynthia has arrived.
The old preacher gives a friendly tip of his hat towards Cherazart when she wanders in around the same time he did. Of course, Cross was clearly -with- Typhanie, since they both wandered in at the exact same time. He speaks to the red-head with the child, "Do ye come here often, by the by?"
The barista not named Cherazart or Brogan is working the counter and looks up to smile at Cherazart as she comes in. Regulars might notice that one of the normal paintings is not to be seen, but instead a new painting of a moonlit beach is hanging in its place. Halle is at the bar. Cross and Typhanie have just come in.
Velok pushes open the door to the cafe and steps inside. He's cast off his normal hoodie and instead wears a rather fancy buttonup shirt and slacks. The man stretches his arms out as he wanders curiously towards the counter, taking only a bit of a glance at everyone, but his eyes draw to the baby with eager curiousity.
Typhanie shakes her head as Cross talks to her. "No. I just have a brief addiction to cheesecake." Baby is snoozing away, curled up in her little seat. She's the size of a newborn, really, but she doesn't have that whole wrinkledy look about her. She edges up to the counter and patpats her perfectly flat little belly. "And I can eat just about anything I want. This one keeps me running."
Cherazart smiles over at the painting as she notes it and she begins to walk over to look at the piece. "Very nice to see it hanging here" she ponders, "Though I wonder who brought it down? It definitely takes a lot more work for paintings." she just looks over at the piece and muses a bit.
Cynthia slides down the railing of the stairs and lands lightly stretching. She grins and waves at the folks she knows before she makes her way over towards the counter and hops up onto it in her usual spot.
Cross snorts softly, "Alright, fair enough." He says with a bow of his head, motioning towards Cherazart, "Thats the owner. Her name is Cherazart, she actually is one o' those from my shelter that found her feet." He explains, his voice soft. He'd wave towards Cherazart if she happens to glance his way.
Brogan comes up from the basement and glances about and continues upstairs with some boxes.. He humm's the them of the A-Team as he wanders towards the stairs.
Well it seems that Velok hardly has time to close the door it's not even swung in as Axel is shoving it back open again. Letting it swing close behind him while he walks. He looks about for a moment trying to get his bearings in the new place before spotting a familiar figure, his brow arching just slightly while watching Halle. Keeping his attention on her a couple moments a nod given in her direction should she look back to him before he has his own attention upon the menu above.
Typhanie smiles up at Cross and nods. "Oh, we know each other. She was dating Tayze after I told him to take a hike. Before his untimely demise." She says this with actually quite a light tone. ESPECIALLY athe part about Tayze's untimely demise.
The barista hears Cherazart and tells her, "I did. There was an accident, someone bumped the other and knocked it off the wall. The frame came apart at the corner. I went and grabbed that one from upstairs, I hope that was ok boss?" he tells her. Even unframed the painting seems a decent choice for fitting in the cafe's decor and color scheme.
Brogan moves to Images and Dreams - Upstairs
Halle flashes a soft smile to Cherazart and Velok when she sees them, before turning her attention to her tea.
Cherazart turns to look to Cross and Typhanie for a moment, "Oh of course" she smiles, "I think Cross remembers how I used to feel about Tayze. The good thing about it is Typh and I managed to meet one another and become friends." she looks at the painting and then looks over at the barista, "Oh, well that's perfectly fine then" she smiles, "I'm glad to see it here"
Cross tips his head. "Right. Riiight." He muses, before nodding towards Cherazart. "Mmmhm. I remember." He says with a dry tone to his voice, "Though I'm glad you two have managed to become friends." The old man moves to settle in at the bar, getting comfortable there.
Boss comes in from Comet St. and Fifth Ave.
Typhanie settles as well, resting the baby carrier on the floor and setting her foot carefully on the carrier. No one will steal HER baby. "I never had a problem with Cherazart. Not at all. Just unfortunate that she had to become involved at all." She glances over at the woman with a little smile.
The NPC barista gets a relieved look as Cherazart approves of him having used her painting of a moonlit beach to fill the empty spot on the wall. "Ok, good, it was late last night and I didn't want to call and bother you. There were a few people who really liked it, a few folks snapped pictures of it with their phones and such," he says, before moving back over to take Velok's order.
Cherazart continues chatting a bit as she stands near the painting, "Yes..just well, I wish I didn't loose" she winces a bit and shakes her head, "Oh, nevermind. Just all aboard for good times now I suppose" she looks back over at one of her staff members curiously, "Really? Did they say they were going to come back?"
Velok is standing there for far too long to be considered normal, staring at the menu. Eventually it becomes socially acceptable to not hold up the line anymore. "Um...Coffee." He says, nodding several times. "Yea, that sounds good." He takes out his wallet and thumbs a few bills onto the counter, turning and walking towards the seats near Halle. "Hey.." He offers the woman a smile, but leans forward against his counter and otherwise just...waits.
Axel drops into a seat at the bar leaning forward a bit as he does, planting his elbows on it and staring up at the menu with an almost lost look on his features. He goes through it to one side completely before starting in on the other trying to find something upon it by the way his brow furrow eyes narrowed a touch in concentration while he reads it. His lips even move and twitch now again while he sits there.
Boss opens the door and takes his shades off, glances about hte room, getting his bearings. Cross get's a headbob "Hey Man." he says with gruff voice but he smiles a bit , before looking back to the pastries and towards the coffee " Still no topless servers..." he mumbles.
Cynthia glances around idly kicking her feet as she watches the room. She has her notebook out by now but mostly is just tormenting the poor pencil she's been writing on. She grins and waves at Boss "Sorry, the go-go cages don't get installed till next week and the dancing poles just won't fit on the counter without the expresso machine going, and getting rid of the expresso machine would cause death threats."
The old man offers a lazy salute towards Boss, and snorts softly at his words, his head shaking. "Art Cafe, lad. Art Cafe." He points out with a smile across his weathered lips. The old mans one eye isn't staying still though, despite sitting down rested next to Typhanie he is scanning the room rather routinely. He'd been playing sentry too long to stop now. "Cynthia, I wouldn't encourage him." He says with a playful tone to his voice.
Typhanie glances up and over at Boss as he speaks and she chuckles, then looks back to Cross. "Why not? Just have someone cover the naughty spots with paint, right?" She nods quickly, grinning ear to ear, clearly taunting the old man. "Art." She shrugs and glances down as the baby in the carrier at her feet makes a little noise that sounds like it might be a grump. She rocks the carrier with a toe gently.
Halle glances up at Velok and smiles to him. "Hey, want to have a seat?" she asks, motioning to the chair beside her.
Outside there is a squealing of tires sliding across concrete. Any who look out the window will see a pair of cars responsible for the sound. Rather than being a near miss auto accident, the cars both braked hard to pull into parking spaces along the road. The drivers both hop out, glaring at each other. One is in his early 20s and wearing a sweater vest and jacket with patches on the elbow and a pipe sticking out of his jacket pocket. The other is an older man with hornrimmed glasses and wiry hair. Both move over to their respective parking meters, quickly funneling coins in.
Cherazart chuckles at what Cynthia says and shakes her head. "I guess we'd have to build another floor for the go go dancers" she then hears the squealing of tires outside and raises a brow. The drivers interest her for a bit and she watches them outside of the cafe window.
Boss grins to Cross and gives a little laugh, and begins to rub his hands together " I'm sure I could fab something that would work." He grins to Cross and Cynthia. "Heard shit calmed down, that's a good thing. I was worried I'd have to start a bar fight in the that biker bar just to save our reputations."
"There are many things that are art, but an excuse to expose skin ain't really one I'd consider it." He says dryly to Typhanie. The squealing tires have him perk up, glancing sharply towards the door. But when its not accompanied by an immediant fight or other sign of threat, he settles in a bit. He tips his head towards Boss, "That it has, aye. And I'm glad it has. Took long enough." He mutters.
Axel's gaze seems to catch on Cynthia when he hears that name, his head tilting to the side slightly while watching her. Curiousity growing a touch but his attention is taking by the squealing of tires, the slightest twitch about his eyes at the annoyance of the sound. He turns his head glaring back over his shoulder at the windows for a moment before letting out a soft huff at it before relaxing once more. The slow breath drawn in before let out as he continues to pour over the menu.
Velok's eyes glance over to Halle and he nods, scooting a few chairs over when his coffee is delivered. He stares at it, refusing to bring it up to his lips. Unlike seemingly everyone else he doesn't at all glance towards the door at the squealing tires, closing his eyes and mumbling in Halle's direction.
Typhanie grins at Cross, shaking her head, leaning over to pick up the little one when she continues to fuss. She is lifted and the little knit bear cap is pulled off to reveal a little poof of orange hair. She is lifted and snuggled and the little one sticks half her fist in her mouth, slurping at it noisily. She also looks over toward the door, head canted slightly before she looks back to Cross. "No, but it's good for business."
On the street outside, viewable through the windows, the two drivers finish feeding their parking meters at the same time and both turn to start walking directly towards Images and Dreams, separated from each other by a few feet. Though both are walking, the younger man's pace seems slightly quicker at first. Noticing he is falling slightly behind the older man speeds up so he is moving just a bit faster. This causes the younger fellow in the jacket to move still faster, all the while the two keep glancing at each other with antagonistic looks. Neither seems willing to break decorum enough to outright run, but they are doing race walkers proud by the time they both reach the door, each grasping the hand at the same time and jostling each other in an attempt to be the first through the door.
"I don't think it would." He says towards Typhanie with a light shake of his head, before looking on with rather apparent amusement at the two civilized men, not racing. Totally not racing. He shifted just a bit in his seat, and slowly rose to his feet though he doesn't at all move to depart from the counter.
Boss just watches the goings on.
Halle engages Velok in quiet conversation at the bar, not really paying attention outside.
Cherazart notices the two men who seem to be resolved to come into the cafe. Her eyes narrow on the two and she slowly starts to make her way toward the entrance. She appears ready to greet the two but she's definitely curious as to why they are rushing to get into the place. After all, the coffee isn't going anywhere.
Typhanie glances over again at the two men and shakes her head, resting the little baby who is now wide awake in the crook of her arm. "Aww... it's sad. Two men with such tiny penises coming into the place at the same time." This is pitched for casual conversation, rather that shouted toward the door. She shakes her head a little bit and looks down at the much more important little bundle in her arms
At the sound of tires Cynthia looks up much the same as Cross and then relaxes. "Whew. And sorry Father, sometimes I can't resist." She grins over at Boss before turning back to watch the antics of the people on the street. Cynthia's feet kick idly as she begins loading her stuff back into her messenger bag.
The two men get the door open and both try to step through at the same time. They end up wedged against each other for a short, comedic moment, stuck against each other and the door's frame on either side. Finally they both get turned sideways and untangle their arms enough to stumble through at the same time, luckily neither of them hitting Cherazart as they do. In near perfect unison, both men raise a hand high in the air to get attention and call out towards the barista behind the counter, "I wish to buy that painting!" It takes both of them a moment to actually spot where the painting is, though both end up pointing at the moonlit beach landscape.
Cross moves to Images and Dreams - Upstairs
Cherazart takes a step back as they start to pile in. "Oh uhm, sure" she tells them both, "I'll be more than happy to sell it to you. There's only one though. I don't think I have another painting like it here." she addresses the two men in a pleasant tone, but it seems as it there might be a little quandry.
Boss just watches the goings on. Silently keeping a vigil out of habit
Axel looks back at the men blurting out about buying the painting. He shoots and annoyied look back toward them as they're bothering about it... there is a devilish thought that runs through his mind though, something that has a grin pulling across his lips. He thinks about it a bit more before he's settling back in his seat casting a look over toward Cynthia studying her carefully for a couple moments.
Typhanie rolls her eyes a little bit at the men, then the little one really starts to fuss. "Aaaw... Wil...." She slides to her feet and scoops up the carrier, moving back toward a table near the corner. Fussy baby is fussy and Typhanie hums a soft little tune to her. Nothing fancy, not loud even, but she has an absolutely incredible voice and as she comes to rest at her table, she's actually murmuring words along with the song.
Cynthia is watching the two men scramble and shout about the painting with a bemused look. She hasn't moved from her counter top perch yet. She grins slightly at Cherazart "Make them Roshambo for it. It's the only fair way."
Both men turn to face Cherazart as she makes it clear she would be the person doing the selling. The older man starts to speak when the younger fellow cuts him off, stepping half in front of him and applying an elbow just softly enough it might be deemed an accident. "My dear, I'm Jeffrey Ben-Jeffrey. I came across an image of your wonderful painting on the chat forums of my website, TheWickedBrush.com. I'm sure you've heard it, it's the rave of the art world. I simply must have it."
"Raving is a good description for your gestapo forum moderation and ban-happy attitude, Jeffrey," the older man says with obvious loathing as he now steps in front of the younger Jeffrey. "Madam, I'm Gregory Montpelier, and I have the perfect spot where your painting will be able to be appreciated by hundreds-"
"Dozens," Jeffrey cuts in.
"Hundreds," Gregory repeats, face turning a bit red. "Just tell me how much to make the check out for, yes?"
Boss grins over to Cynthia..."I throw bomb."
Cynthia sighs melodramaticly at Boss "Bomb has no place in the ancient and honorable Three Fold Elemental Path. It's a terrible perversion by the guy jins." White as white can be. She snickers "I tried to get Toshio and Hwan to Roshambo for 2nd serving of food. But Hwan is boring."
Cherazart just looks at the men in a bit of shock, "Uhm" she mutters and appears a bit well, conflicted, "It's a pleasure to meet the both of you" she states and looks from one man to the other, "I would really like to sell it to you both but, there's only one. The best I can do is start working on another piece just like it. However, one may have to wait it seems. I regret to be the bearer of bad news but, that's the situation good Sirs"
Axel doesn't seem to care about paintings, he really hasn't even looked at one since he came in. His eyes seemed to have settled on Cynthia while he went rather still. Though after a moment he nods his head as if having some to a conslusion and he rolls his shoulder again getting himself to relax in the crowd with all the bustle is never an easy feat. Shifting a touch he leans a bit sideways against the bar trying to get into a spot where he can view the entire room, a bit of a habbit still in him.
Boss chuckles a bit "Three fold path? You've been watching thatmovie again haven't you." he teases.
Nope. Rocking and snuggling isn't going to work. She isn't even HUNGRY! Willow, the baby in Typhanie's arms starts to wail. Noisy ass people. Emotions running too high. "Okay... alright. No cheesecake for mommy then," she murmurs. She slides to her feet and sneaks up to the counter to get something to go and then sneaks outside.
Cynthia shrugs grinning "More I was trolling the eastern types. It was funny. Had it all dressed up like an ancient art. Even a semi-mystical religious backing behind Stone, Wood & Metal. " She makes the paper sign and fakes a bad asian accent "You see grasshopper, this is the symbol of the leaf, for the trees roots with break stone as the leaf reaches for the sun." She breaks down into giggles.
The older man, Gregory, tells Cherazart, "Oh no my dear. You have /talent/. It would demean the marvelous work you created to make another. From the clouds you created which harken back to Degas, to the randomness of the sand which surely came from Cozens's method of using random ink blots to-"
Gregory is cut off by Jeffrey who snorts. "Cozens, Cozens, Cozens. I clearly refuted the painting having used that method in my fourth reply to you, /Gregory/. It's obvious she is a follower of Cennini's methods," the younger man says. He pulls out his pipe, lighting it and drawing on it as he attempts a scholarly stance that doesn't quite look fitting, given his youth. He exhales the smoke, with drifts over right towards Typhanie and baby. "Yes, surely you should sell it to me, it's clear he lacks the refinement to appreciate your work," he tells Cherazart.
Boss makes the symbol for Bomb and adopts a voice equally as mocking " Oy, but you may have But I have invented gunpowder and fireworks." he says and bows. "Your Roshambo-fu is no match." he says moving his lips not in tandem with his voice like a poorly dubbed movie.
The older man, Gregory, tells Cherazart, "Oh no my dear. You have /talent/. It would demean the marvelous work you created to make another. From the clouds you created which harken back to Degas, to the randomness of the sand which surely came from Cozens's method of using random ink blots to-"
Gregory is cut off by Jeffrey who snorts. "Cozens, Cozens, Cozens. I clearly refuted the painting having used that method in my fourth reply to you, /Gregory/. It's obvious she is a follower of Cennini's methods," the younger man says. He pulls out his pipe, lighting it and drawing on it as he attempts a scholarly stance that doesn't quite look fitting, given his youth. He exhales the smoke, with drifts over right towards Typhanie and baby. "Yes, surely you should sell it to me, it's clear he lacks the refinement to appreciate your work," he tells Cherazart.
Typhanie peers at Mr. Geoffery as he lights his pipe and she shakes her head. "Illegal to smoke a pipe in California, last I checked." Then the smoke is drifting toward her BABY? OH HELL TO THE MOTHER FUCKING NO! Typhanie GLARES and waves a hand in front of the baby's face. "Hope you choke, asshole," she mumbles as she passes through.
Cherazart narrows her eyes at something and she just shakes her head. She then looks back over to the gentlemen, "Sir" she politely looks at the one who is smoking, "Can you please extinguish your pipe. I normally don't mind if people smoke but if it bothers the customers well, enough said on that" she takes a deep breath and says, "This is causing a bit of an issue I'm afraid. If you wish I can think of a number between one to ten and the one closest to it, can buy the painting?" she seems to be at a loss for a moment. These two men seem quite intent on getting her art which is becomming both a blessing and a curse.
As Cherazart offers the solution to resolve the tie, Jeffrey draws on his pipe one last time and just starts to tamp it out as he seems about to choose a number, when he suddenly begins coughing terribly. Smoke comes from his mouth and nose. It doesn't float like the previous pipe smoke. It falls to the floors like some kind of special effect, like it's far heavier than air. Did some of the smoke actually splat against the floor? Sounded like it, though when anyone looks it is evaporating.
Jeffrey coughs and coughs, and Gregory is kind enough to assist, whapping Jeffrey on the back a touch harder than is truly called for. "I'll choose 5," Gregory says. Jeffrey finally clears his lungs and says, "Wait! /I/ was going to say 5," He and Gregory turn and stare at each other darkly.
Meanwhile behind them, the door opens again, a little old nun making her way into the cafe.
Typhanie nods to Jeffrey as he begins to cough and hack up a lung and moves on her way, waving the smoke away from the baby's face, grumbling rather darkly.
Cherazart sighs a bit as the two men seem a bit incorigable. She merely shakes her head but as the nun enters she waves in her direction, "Can I help you Miss?"
The coughing fit seems done, and Jeffrey's pipe is now out. He does have the good graces to give an embarrassed look to Typhanie as he realizes the smoke made it to her child. But then Jeffrey and Gregory begin to argue with each other over whom has claim to the number 5, and whether Jeffrey unfairly banned someone named PaintSplatter for going over the allowed number of quoted comments in a single post. They have, for the moment, forgotten Cherazart and the painting as old animosities flare.
The sweet looking little old nun makes her way over to Cherazart, walking at about half normal walking speed. "Yes, one of the sisters at the abbey saw a painting on the internet while she was visiting one of the congregation. A beach that reminded her of where she grew up. I asked and found out the photo was taken here. I was wondering if it might be for sale?"
Cynthia snickers softly and looks over at the two arguing men, then starts openly giggling as a nun joins the fray. "Oh this is going to be classic."
Axel looks back at the coughing man but his expression pulls down shifting a bit more toward the bar his right hand laid across it before his body. His eyes narrowed slightly while looking down at that smoke... that's just eerie but it ain't his problem and he doesn't intend to make it one of his. Leaning a bit on the bar he does his best to ingore it and the man squabling about the paint.
Typhanie moves to Comet St. and Fifth Ave.
Cherazart can't help but notice the sweet nun and she nods to her, "Sold to the sister!" she says and she moves toward the wall to get the painting. After all, no need to piss off God, right?
Gregory and Jeffrey's argument, which by now has diverged into disagreements over Jeffrey's post from back in October on post-Impressionist motifs, suddenly comes to a screeching halt as they hear Cherazart. For the second time, both speak in unison. "But, that's not fair," they say. Looking between Cherazart and the nun, both sighas if not wanting to argue against the nun. The little old nun follows Cherazart over, pulling out a checkbook, and once she knows the price, writing out a check, her hands shaking from her age.
Cynthia grins shaking her head and heads upstairs "I'll be right back. It seems like one of those days."
Velok leans over and bumps his shoulder against Halle's before finishing his coffee and nodding towards her, heading immediately towards the door.
Once the nun has the painting, she thanks Cherazart. "This means so much to me," she says. She walks back over to the door with the painting, moving in that slow gait that takes her awhile to get there. Just before she departs, she turns back to the room. She pulls off her wimple, the traditional head covering that nuns wear, and looks to Jeffrey. "And this is what I think of your rule on allowed number of quote blocks in posts," she says, lifting a hand and giving Jeffrey the middle finger. She walks out, stepping at a normal pace, while Gregory breaks out in laughter. He hurries out after her, calling, "PaintSplatter, wait!" and leaving Jeffrey behind to fume, red-faced.
