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Post by Joker on Oct 10, 2006 22:19:37 GMT
The small, twisting streets of the Spiral. No cars around here, and any there are aren't that showy - anything worth stealing is as good as gone around here.
Any free wallspace is given over to graffiti, and in the better off, media covered areas an occasional patrol car will go by.
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Post by Erian Beaumont on Oct 25, 2006 21:51:45 GMT
The sharp splash of water was quickly forgotten the moment the sound had died away. Air rushed into the lungs quickly, arms sliced through the air, bringing with them a boost to the heart as well as the run.
The frantic beat of footfalls was quiet - something which betrayed the amount of force that was being drilled into every long and speedy stride, but still Erian persisted, dashing through the winding and grime-smothered streets, a streak of silver streaking the damp air left in her wake. She had to keep running, if not for herself, than for Kellan.
Not even the chain link fence that stood before her diverted her path, the gaping hole that had been gouged into the barrier proved enough of an opening for her to be able to vault through without faltering as she found her feet back upon solid ground.
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Post by Erian Beaumont on Nov 19, 2006 22:42:26 GMT
The light spring of feet returned to the city streets. Erian's breaths were loud as her arms swung back and forth frantically, legs flying with such fast strides that she appeared to hover over the ground and a quick glance.
She rounded corners effortlessly, and when faced with any obstacle, be it an upturned bin, or a heap of decomposing boxes, Erian was able to, with a great leap, overcome them without as much as a stumble hindering her motion. She continued to plough through the streets, sprinting like a man possessed, so desperate to outrun her attackers that she never once dared to look back, should she ever trip.
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Post by Velvet on Nov 21, 2006 17:41:07 GMT
Velvet made her way along the streets, taking notice of the few blank spots where the grafiti had worn away over time. She wondered if she shoudl mark such a pathetic spot and decided against it. It was below her once legendary name to say the least. *Once legendary* She reminded herself with a sigh. She hadn't chickened out, gone soft, she just had other priorities. She continued her slow pace down the streets, hands close to her bag should any be fool enough to try and teal it.
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Post by Erian Beaumont on Nov 21, 2006 17:51:00 GMT
Curious eyes scanned over the walls that stood beside her as Erian continued to roam. Some tags were far, far better than others, most of which were simply quick and careless strokes from a passing artist who simply wanted a little more exposure in the city.
But others were astounding, and had a great deal more effort placed into them. One particular tag had caught her eye as she glided past it. It stood out from the crowd about it, and even though Erian knew next to nothing about the art form, she could tell with her keen eye that it must have taken a while to achieve the effect that the artist had wanted.
It didn't take long for the girl to suddenly divert her path. Instead of continuing down the street, the now slowly paced towards the wall, folding her hands neatly into the fleeced pockets of her jacket as she finally fidgeted to a halt, head nodding up and down to observe the detail, the mixtures of colour that she now held in her sight.
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Post by Velvet on Nov 21, 2006 17:54:41 GMT
The hair rose on the back of her neck. Velvet turned, aware that someone was behind her. Her eyes fell on a young woman, standing a little way away, examining a tag on the wall, whose she couldn't see.
She watched her with interest, not many women wandered about here on their own, she herself an exception.
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Post by Erian Beaumont on Nov 21, 2006 18:04:50 GMT
Erian had only been examining the tag for a few seconds before the sensation of a stare began to burn itself into the side of her face. The girl quickly twisted her head, and was met with the sight of the other woman, but before long, the white-haired youth was already turning her head away, attempting to feign ignorance it seemed, pretending to be unaware of the stranger, trying to focus once more on the tag.
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Post by Velvet on Nov 21, 2006 18:08:55 GMT
She frowned,rather disliking the way the woman had just ignored her but made not move towards her. Instead she moved to the clear space of wall she had been examining and pulled out her spray paint. The artist began instantly, the basic outline drawn in the closenit spray, the rd paint lept from the can, hissing like snakes as it plastered on the wall.
Examining the outline she stepped back, checking that it was done right, making a few changed, it was a brief start but she had always been quick, it barely took more then a few days for her to fix her whole home.
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Post by Erian Beaumont on Nov 21, 2006 18:42:51 GMT
The violent hiss of the crimson spray once again drew the attention of the young girl. Her nerves on end, Erian turned her head a second hair, much more discreetly, and was greeted with the sight of the stranger. The very same woman now brandished a can in her hand, her grip steady as she began to decorate the plain, untouched patch upon the wall that was begging for the attention.
Erian glanced for a few short moment, observing with an intent eye for detail as the paint glided onto the surface, mimicking the desired effect of the woman. But the white-haired girl caught herself, too obvious of the consequences of staring at strangers 'the wrong way'. Erian quickly righted herself, turning her head back, squinting her eyes a fraction to catch the line where the colours merged together as on.
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Post by Velvet on Nov 21, 2006 18:50:19 GMT
She rattled her can absentmindedly, sapraying a final line before putting it awa in her bag and removing a different colour. She had just bought these, not like she carried them everywhere with her.
the hiss began again as she stoked the wall, begining the block colours. The large and decorative V, curved gracefully, not like the blockish, square letters that covered the rest of the walls. 'Velvet' Almost completely filled in with the base purple stood out wildly, the wet paint still gleaming, even though it was fast dry.
She had nopticed the woman glance over but didn't particularly mind, she wasn't likely to tell the police she thought as she used a lighter colour to highlight the edges.
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Post by Erian Beaumont on Nov 21, 2006 19:19:48 GMT
With reluctant fingers, Erian cautiously reached out to the tag, brushing her finger tips over the colour before her, as if to erase an imaginary film of grime that laid over the clumsy, blockish letters. She appeared to be comparing both the old work with the newest one, although such a conclusion was difficult to make.
But such a thing was impossible. Both styles were completely different, incomparable to one another. She understood clearly, being an artist, albeit a completely different one to those associated with the Spiral.
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Post by Velvet on Nov 26, 2006 10:06:31 GMT
She stepped back once more to examine her work. She frowned, having achieved far from the right effect. "Your own worst enemy" She said in a whisper, barely audible even to herself. She pulled out another can, highlighting in quick strokes, finishing off the art that she decided she would probably paint over later.
While she was thinking, she forgot to move the can for a split second, a drip was beginning to form. She whipped out a cloth, dabbing only the spare paint, careful not to smudge the rest before stepping back once more to see what final touches would be necessary.
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