Art Influx -Open-

[Roxy]

The lights, the sounds, the atmosphere. Who would have thought Roxy would be surrounded by the fabric of art as she stood in the middle of the museum. It wasn’t as if she had much choice, but she didn’t go in there kicking or screaming either. She was there for the simple fact that her homework called for it and would stay for the enjoyment.

The teacher had assigned her an essay with something that dealt with Pre-modern Art. Sure she could have went on the internet and did all her research there. But the teacher put a catch within the limits of the assignment. She had to get a sign off from the main desk to validate that she was there. Sneaky teacher.

Roxy turned and walked towards a room full of large canvas paintings. In the center of the room stood a sculpture of a man laying, naked and reaching out as if to grasp something. The detail of the marble stoned seemed as if someone had been captured within the stone and locked forever in that pose. It was beautiful even thou the thought was a bit morbid.

Walking up towards the sculpture she had the urge to touch it to make sure it was real. The features on the face where delicate as if they would of real flesh. The beautiful man that would forever reach out and never be able to grasp what he wanted. It seemed like a depressing thought.

Seeing a bench Roxy walked over to it and sat down. Her eyes still trained on the catching every small detail of the sculpture. Her silence and stillness seemingly awkward for the girl who would always be either moving or talking. She was lost in her own world something that sporadically didn’t happen.

Taking out her notepad she started scribbling. There was no doodles, no random words. Instead she started writing about the sculpture that seemed to catch her eye almost as instantly as her gaze fell onto it.

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel Seran had been cooped up in his estate for far too long, to the extent that a few of the household maids and butlers where becoming quite irritated by his presence. His land owner and childhood protector Phillip had escorted him out of the house and forced him for a night unto the town, funny he was being forced to have fun. The thought of it all made him slightly bitter towards his friends. The thought occurred to him again, did he have any friends? He’d separated his ties with the militia, but how they’d react after his coup? Hopefully still accepting him, Rem and David he didn’t care much for at the moment but Emily and the others had some relations still.

His first intention was to stop by the local art museum; he’d been to plenty before and even bought many articles of work, though it had been far too long since he’d been out and about. Gabriel emerged into the small hallway and surveyed the wall portraits. Abstract and antics plastered the wall in decorum. His eyes trailed to the statue of the nude male stretching out onto the beyond. To him it symbolized man’s need to want what he could never have. To always be grasping into the unknown. It saddened him that mankind was doomed to repeat that for eternities to come.

[Roxy]

((Ooc- Just to let you know I started her fresh, so she didn’t go to 259, She was too new and really did have much ties, so you got a second chance buster. ))

Her handwriting left much to be desired once she had to go back and type it all out. But she paid it no mind as she continued on only to stop and look over. Someone else seemed to be just as transfixed on the same piece as she was when she first walked in. Course they might not think of the same thing as she did but again not everyone had the same mind set, which in her case was a very good thing.

Keeping her eyes on the guy she spoke loud enough for him to hear but soft enough as to not bother much of anyone else should they walk by. After all she was pretty close to him.

“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt by the heart.”

She paused for just a second after saying her quote, something that she thought of when she first looked at the statue.

“What do you think he is reaching for?”

She set her notebook and pencil on her lap as she looked over the guy and waited to see if he would answer her silly question.

[Gabriel Seran]

(ooc: ahh alright , phew better not blow it then)

“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt by the heart.”

Gabriel’s head turned up to notice the figure sitting, watching the sculpture intent to find its answers. He was unsure if she was talking to him or to herself at this point but he was willing to eavesdrop a bit.

“What do you think he is reaching for?”

His expression went unchanged even though she addressed him individually slightly startling Gabriel.

Gabriel turned a head to the side acknowledging her once before looking the figure over quaintly thinking of what words to insert into his mouth. What was he actually reaching for? The heart? Was love the object this man wanted? Something so cruel that it tortured men’s souls and drove them mad in the pursuit.

“Could be love, could even be power…” Gabriel strode over hands in his pockets as he took a seat beside her casually, “But I think it’s all about the pursuit, how mankind is always reaching out for something that is going to be out of the extent of their reach.” He smiled at her with a wide grin, “Do you think that that one there would stop grabbing for something if he was out amongst those stars? Or would he be reaching here?” Gabriel signaled at the two of them symbolizing something more.

[Roxy]

((ooc- O you know you wanna get on her naughty list ))

“Very perceptual. But how can he appreciate what he already has if he continues to seek out more. Hmm?”

She then placed her things from her lap onto the floor where her shoulder bag laid in waiting by her feet. Straitening back crossing her arms onto her lap and looked towards him before turning back towards the statue.

“It makes mankind feel selfish. Wanting everything they can’t have. Would it be wrong in that case? Knowing that wanting everything makes you think of only of yourself and your wants and not of others.”

She spoke questionably towards the statue her words meant for it rather than the guy sitting next to her. After all it was the statue who was seemingly being selfish and not the person who was sharing in her quizzical moment. Course these insights coming from a girl who happened to be sitting there with body piercings and blue hair. One would automatically assume she was a half twit.

[Gabriel Seran]

(ooc: kinky?)

“It makes mankind feel selfish. Wanting everything they can’t have. Would it be wrong in that case? Knowing that wanting everything makes you think of only of yourself and your wants and not of others.”

Gabriel leaned back, his body slouching more relaxed into the seat thinking on the matter at hand. It was a depressing topic knowing that people, him included would always want what they couldn’t have, they were doomed to that fate. Then he thought about his new family, the people he’d fought and bled with. Certainly they were as selfless as could be, him though, that much he was unsure of would he bleed for anyone here. It was a question in the making, and would be answered at a separate time.

Gabriel’s emerald gaze turned onto her once again. “no not exactly, though we are all selfish it’s in our blood, to survive sometimes we have to become animals and forget our humanity and all those we leave behind.” Playing the advocate normally didn’t pay off but he had to think of something.

“Gabriel Seran,” He said in a calm accent as he extended an open palm towards her.
The young woman seemed interesting enough, if the hair color wasn’t strange enough then the piercings pulled it off. But that wasn’t what stood out most to Gabriel in fact he’d barely noticed them, it was her eyes a serene tenderness to them seemed to draw him in.

[Roxy]

((ooc: Lmao))

“Roxy Love”

She responded back receiving his hand within her own. Her grip light as they shook. Roxy’s eyes moving over Gabriel’s face, taking in his features along with the nearly visible scars.

“I guess you could be right. Survival would not be survival if they didn’t feel the need to think of themselves. So you do have me there.”

She smiled lightly as she dropped her hand back to her lap. Her eyes moving back towards the statue.

“Its still a shame thou no matter how you look at it.” She crossed her left leg over her right and continued to rest her arms on her lap. “But again most visionary art relies on a person’s emotions. Most caused by what we fear the most. Hate, fear, despair and most of the time sexuality. The artist hoping to provoke others into feeling and accepting. What do you think the world would have been like if we didn’t have those visionaries?”

She phrased the question more like a blatant statement rather than asking him another question.

“I believe the world would be dull and stuck back in the 18th century and I for one would shun the idea.” She laughed lightly and shook her head. “You have to excuse me for my ramble. I guess when your in a place like this you tend to think deep.”

[Gabriel Seran]

“But again most visionary art relies on a person’s emotions. Most caused by what we fear the most. Hate, fear, despair and most of the time sexuality. The artist hoping to provoke others into feeling and accepting. What do you think the world would have been like if we didn’t have those visionaries?”

Gabriel laughed openly though he kept it low as if this place where a library, “Well we would have a very sexually repressed society, which is a contrast to what it is now.” He remarked remembering the nudist run that had occurred just the other day.

“I believe the world would be dull and stuck back in the 18th century and I for one would shun the idea.” She laughed lightly and shook her head. “You have to excuse me for my ramble. I guess when you’re in a place like this you tend to think deep.”

Gabriel shook a hand out in front, “No, no I understand what you’re getting at, it does kind of set a mood doesn’t it.” Gabriel smiled looking to her briefly before shifting his vision away, “So you want to go to a club or something, maybe the atmosphere will inspire us?” he returned in a joking tone with a wide grin still apparently relaxed in his seat.

[Roxy]

She gave him a rather uneasy look. She had to get her work done before she could do anything. But still in the back of her mind she kept telling herself ‘All work and no play makes Roxy a dull girl’. It wouldn’t hurt to have a little fun at least for only a little bit. She could come back another day to get the sign off on her worksheet.

“I donno...”

She said looking towards him with a smile. She seemed as if she was contemplating his offer. She hadn’t had much interaction with anyone other than a few girlfriends from her old school. It wouldn’t hurt to make a few more friends.

“I shouldn’t but I guess I shouldn’t pass up on an offer.”

She leaned down and picked up her bag, stuffing her things within the bag before standing up.

“You lead the way and I follow?”

[Gabriel Seran]

“I donno...” she said looking at Gabriel with a smile, “I shouldn’t but I guess I shouldn’t pass up on an offer.”

She leaned down and picked up her bag, stuffing her things within the bag before standing up.

“You lead the way and I follow?”

Gabriel nodded easily taking to his feet as he headed towards the entrence to the art hall, he had been joking but after taking that moment to think while Roxy was doing a bit of her own Gabriel figure it actually didn’t sound half bad, he’d been stuck away for too long working on business and tiresome allegiances rather than taking some time to himself to enjoy what he’d been fighting for.

Gabriel opened the door and held it to let a group enter in through before waving Roxy through and taking a step at her side.

“Just over here…” He signaled walking over to the side lot where he’d parked. Waiting silently in the lot was a Black Lotus
waiting stealthily in the dark.

For a moment all would seem calm the lights in the lot were dim but revealed the calm walkways, however that’s not where they came from. Three men dressed in all black emerged from the dark corners, one of which who Gabriel hadn’t seen rushed him with a lead pipe striking him on the head before he knew what was happening.

Gabriel’s body dropped to the floor while the other two rushed onwards to Roxy, the other preoccupied himself with kicking Gabriel on the ground.

“Hey cutie what’cha doin with this fucker?” One cooed making catcalls to her approaching slowly with a switchblade in his hand. They were each disturbing figures, smeared black charcoal over their appearances scars dimpled their cheeks. the one carrying the blade had a set of rotting teeth that made the noise off his breath speak with foul stench.

[Roxy]

((Ooc- o your so coy))

Following him outside she hadn’t realized it had gotten dark so quickly, but again the time change seemed to have that effect on her when it was an hour later. She would be ass backwards on her internal clock for a while. Shrugging the thought off she adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder, her books making the bag heavier than normal which wasn’t much more. She had all her essential in that bag and would be lost without it.

Looking out and about seemed to be calm at least it was until a sickening thud would ring in her ears and her eyes would follow Gabriel down to the ground finally taking notice that they were not alone. Her eyes went wide in the realization of what just happened.

Her view lifted from the ground coming towards the speaker and his partner who’s words addressed her and wouldn’t lure a dead horse for all she cared. Roxy narrowed her eyes on the guy keeping her facial expression neutral. She seemed pretty cool even after the light glimmered on the switchblade in his hand. It may have been dark and the guys covered in black but it wasn’t hard to notice the reflecting light coming off of cold metal.

“Seemingly about to have a good time. But what would you know about that.”

They were like wild dogs surrounding their prey and their pray just happened to be Roxy. She had her fair share of disgusting guys but that one took the cake. Roxy then let her bag drop down her shoulder, the strap coming into her hand. All in all keeping her eyes towards the two guys. Listening to the thuds of the other guy’s boot kick into the gut of Gabriel, all of this happening in such a short period of time.

As the two that moved got closer, Roxy’s nose curled in disgust. A little mouth wash never hurt anyone she thought as she dared not take her glace off the of the other two. Gabriel was on his own with Mr kicks a lot. He was a big boy, she didn’t wanna hurt his pride should she try to save him.

“Now if you don’t mind why don’t you scamper off before you getting into something you just can’t handle.”

[Gabriel Seran]

(OOC: Idk what you're talkin bout XD )

All was black for a moment; pictures surged forth in a tidal wave of emotion, pain, and distress. Under all the same conditions a normal person would shit themselves. Gabriel could feel the tense crushing of his heartbeat strike in his temples. The very blood running through his veins slicked across his forehead where the impact had stricken him across the head, it was dampened across his face in a cool streak of sweat. He could hear voices around him, one quite recognizeable but the words were all blurred they sounded brave, but the other voices drowned hers out. Again the words were indecipherable.

*Thump*

Gabriel wheezed out what air was stored in his lungs as his fists clutched the ground. Vision was on the border, between light and dark there was the TWILIGHT ZONE! Gabriel could feel the hammer in his head pound away, soon enough he found himself counting. One, two, three, four, start again…

He found himself in an instant back on his feet the man in front of him cocking the lead pipe in his grip ready to swing. Gabriel returned a frightening glare as the pipe jutted into his ribs. Gabriel exhaled in clear pain yet he grasped the pipe in his grasp and pulled the man near his grip and twisted his head to the point where he couldn’t breathe before he’d passed out. The two giving cat calls to Roxy hadn’t even heard him clutch to the floor.

Gabriel snuck from behind the pair heading towards the one with the switchblade first. He was breathing heavily by the time he had a grip around the blade. Gabriel drove his knee into the man’s back knocking him to the floor while the other pounced at Roxy hoping to use her as a shield.

[THE Justin]

((still open? Feels like a good time to increase Stu's bond with Gabriel, and introduce him to new people as well ))

Stu had a habit of taking never ending walks. Hell, he couldn't remember the time he had spent more than a half hour in his apartment for anything other than sleep or meals. So, it was no surprise he was patrolling the city that night when he heard a commotion.

He moved towards the commotion, men yelling. He heard the sounds of something metallic being hit on bone, probably someone's head, he determined. He climbed up a fire escape, onto the building next to the alleyway where the commotion was. He looked down...

Gabriel...

He whispered it silently to himself, seeing a girl nearby, someone he didn't know. He watched as they clocked Gabriel, and Stu sprung into action, slithering down the side of the building, jumping from window to window. He landed in the shadows nearby, and watched as Gabriel grabbed one of the men, knocking him out with a grab.

Gabriel rushed forwards, kneeing one guy in the back. Stu jumped out at this instant, shotgun in hand, whipping it up from the lowered position. The barrel connected with the knife wielding man's hand, sending the knife flying into the air and out of play from the fight. Stu turned the barrel towards him and pulled the trigger. The hammer cocked back and then smashed forwards.

BAM!

The man went sprawling away, the point black shot smashing the poor man's ribs to smithereens, splintering inside his body as his skin was pierced by dozens of bone fragments, beginning to soak slowly through his shirt. Stu pulled the pump, exiting the shell, grabbing it out of the air deftly before pocketing the casing. He looked towards the girl and Gabriel.

"Didn't I tell you to be careful? You two are going to want to get out of here fast. I doubt men this coordinated work alone. Name's Stu."

He extended a hand to the girl, whom he didn't know, but figured he'd be cordial with.

[Roxy]

((ooc- Three is a party )

Roxy barely had to lift a finger. She was ready to rumble, as her eyes looked around at the pathetic crew of three that were now sprawled on the ground. Roxy lifted her arm and placed her bag back on her shoulder as if she just didn’t witness brutal violence and shook her head. Well she did say they were going to get into something they couldn’t handle. How right she had been.

She wasn’t new to the game, she had saw blood, bone, flesh before. The guy before her holding the rifle acted more of a vigilantly if anything, she wasn’t much for heros, thou she could appreciate the hand.

She could have taken care of herself. The guy may have been scum but Stu as his name was, didn’t have to play unfair in the game. Guess things rolled a different way in this side of town. Anything goes.

“Roxy”

She didn’t hesitate and gripped his hand with her own and gave it a light shake. He was right in one thing. They couldn’t hang around. No doubt the sound of the shot gun would have jolted someone into calling the cops. It had surprised her and made her jump.

Walking over towards Gabriel she grabbed his arm pulling him. Not too hard but enough to give out the point that she wanted to move in a different direction.

“With that bump that’s on your head you need a doctor not a club. Come on, I’ll drive. And I wont take no for an answer.”

She wasn’t pulling him towards his car but rather to hers. Sure her little Chevy Cav wasn’t as impressive as his was. But she worked hard at her summer job two years ago to get it and damn it she will be proud of it. At least until she saved up for one of those smart cars, they’re so damn cute, she would be stuck with this one. But back to the subject at hand.

Taking her keys out her bag she fumbled with them for a second before unlocking the doors with a hit of the button in her hand. Opening the passenger side door she held it open looking towards him waiting to see if he was going to co-operate. He shouldn’t drive, specially after being knocked in the head with a metal pipe. Maybe she could ask Stu to help her if he felt obligated to decline.

[Gabriel Seran]

BAM!

The thunderous boom of lightning and thunder rang in Gabriel’s ears, it was close enough to cause near actual pain as he clocked the other man simply, letting the body roll limply to the floor. His eyes focused upward upon Stu, thankfully he’d been there, Gabriel was unsure of how many he’d have to kill.

"Didn't I tell you to be careful? You two are going to want to get out of here fast. I doubt men this coordinated work alone. Name's Stu."

Gabriel turned to look up from his hunched position, a bit of blood trickling from his forehead now. He let go a short laugh, either from hysteria or actual interest in what he’d said.
“Yea, I do remember you faintly saying something like that.” Gabriel joked as he spit up a bit of blood onto the ground before standing upright and looking at Roxy.

“With that bump that’s on your head you need a doctor not a club. Come on, I’ll drive. And I won’t take no for an answer.”
Gabriel wiped away the caked layer of hair that’d suffered the blow, he had a childish smile on faintly so. She began pulling him away towards her car, though his was on the other side there, why couldn’t they go in his? He laughed a bit in his sense of hysteria. However he retained a sense of grace about himself never faltering too far to be confused as drunk or clumsy. Once he was seated in the passanger’s side of the car he’d turn to Roxy a tad and give her a worried look, “You all right? Not hurt or anything right?” He examined her through emerald eyes using his hand to graze against her cheek as her shifted her head about.

Gabriel would turn to see where Stu had scurried off to, He grinned once he’d gotten the man’s attention, “Thanks for….stumbling in on me” he said with another laugh before turning forward in his seat adjusting to the fuzziness going through the impact wound.