Nickala was pushed by someone running by and bumped into a girl who was looking at a painting, "Oh my.. I'm so sorry!" She said, backing up
Jamey wandered around tripping anyone in her way. She looked around no one noticed her talking some alcohol though she was 17. She was a rebel and a stealer, she stayed…. outside the law.
Elijah checked him out one last time and hummed in agreement. He set her glass down on one of the tables and walked after her. "What do you even do with a painting? Like, are you just going to.. put it on a door? Some of these can definitely ward of visitors if that's what you're trying to do."
(I back!!!)
Estel finished jotting down note for 3 paintings, before realizing she might be here forever. She typed less jot notes, moving through the paintings faster. Each one more beautiful than the other. It's a shame my art's not here, She sighed moving on to a painting of a silver forest with a gold deer in the foreground.
She rolled her eyes. "You hand it up in your house and admire it. You get a painting that means something to you, not just something pretty to look at." She explained as she stopped in front of a particular painting. "I'll get this one."
(@Ladyabby how would Estel meet her soulmate anyways?????)
(@Ladyabby how would Estel meet her soulmate anyways?????)
(It's a surprise)
"My cousin has a painting of an upside down forest just because it convinces people his house is haunted," Elijah responded. "So how does this one mean something to you? I mean, to me, it means that I'm going to see it every time I go to your place,"
Jamey drank the alcohol proud of her work. She had brought the bread taking a bite of it. She spit out the bread, it was soggy.
She chuckled. "Well, your cousin is just special." She waved down the person in charge of the gallery, giving her her credit card. "Maybe I'll tell you another day."
"So….. we can leave now?" Elijah said, his eyes wandering back to the waiter from before.
She rolled her eyes. "I'm not leaving until it closes. I have artwork here too. I want to see if anyone bought any of my pieces. But you can go and get that waiter." She said.
Izuki sighs softly, leaving the art show. It was getting late. He needed to get home. He was tired and needed rest, and he had work tomorrow. He shakes his head slowly, sighing softly. It wasn't to chilly, so he didn't mind walking without his coat on to head back home. He sighs again and then starts towards the door.
"Yeah…. here." Elijah said, handing her his glass. "I'll be back… maybe… probably not." He walked over the the waiter.
She laughed. "Have fun. Text me when you get home." She finished his drink then got another. She needed to keep them coming to get through the night. She had never drunk this much in her life. But she was just still so nervous, another one wouldn't hurt, would it?
Izuki shakes his head, sighing softly before leaving the art show. He needed sleep. He was so tired. Exhausted. Maybe going to the art show was a hopeless thing to do. He knew it had been far to long. He wasn't going to find his soul mate any time soon. He runs a hand through his hair, before retying it.
(I'm sorry I left in the middle, GAH)
Finishing her last notes, Estel started to jog back to the warehouse to upload them to her computer. Taking in the fresh air, she smiled. It didn't matter whether she ever met her soulmate or not.
Art was her passion, she didn't need anything else.
Elijah made eye contact with Alexis from where he was flirting with the waiter. He gave a thumbs up from behind the man's back at her.
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OVERWATCH!!)
//XD hi can i join?
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OVERWATCH!!)
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Sorry, there is an overwatch reference to it))
Name: Jonathan Arcker
Age (16-30): 21
Sexuality: Homosexual
Race: Half white half Asian
Profession: Photographer
Appearance: Jonathan has black hair with blue streaks in an undercut. His eyes are dim gray, and his skin is a pale white. A black and gray rose tattoo winds itself up his right arm.
Personality: Jonathan is happy, and he is always smiling. Unless he is doing some photography that is when he had his concentration face.
Backstory: Jonathan was born in Prince Edward Island, Canada, as Joanne. His parents were poor, his mother couldn't work, having been paralyzed from the waist down in a car accident, and his father working for some crappy construction. He lived a poor life with barely any food until he was 8, when his parents gave up, giving him to an orphanage. He went through seven foster homes in three years, before settling down in one and going to school and everything. He figured he was transgender at the same time, and his foster family supported his surgery when he was eighteen. Then, he eventually moved to where he is now, starting college to be a photographer.
Sitting down at her makeshift desk up the loft, she powered up her computer. Turning on her phone she started to copy down her notes. Writing the description of the painting, the median and the artist she checked the time, before closing the computer to add more in the morning.
