Is It Safe Yet? — Event Post
“There are such places yeah. I recall seeing similar places when I still worked in the marine. Rarely though.
But yeah, you’re lucky then. Or were before the asswipes swept you here at least.”
“I still consider myself pretty lucky, despite being here. I was blessed with a personality that allows me to make friends with a bunch of people, and so far I haven’t made any real enemies~
Plus, I was given my actual camera and paints when I showed up, rather than just a little point-and-shoot. I guess I showed up back when they were more lenient about things given.”
Source: painting--music
Sanguine, My brothers. ((Nosferatu/Event Open))
“Deal” Marceline said.
She took some paint and a brush from Noah and floated up to the top of the building. This would make for a very good attention grabber. She had to admit, this Noah kid was alright.
Noah goes off toward sector oo5, where he’d be guaranteed to see some advertisements around.
What better place to take over ads than the center of commercialism of the city?
Source: friesandredpies
Is It Safe Yet? — Event Post
“Well, there’s no place without some kind of crime on it. Some places just gather corpses.”
[Gunvald shrugged.]
“At least Stockholm keeps us somewhat busy. Not all cases are that serious or big though, but criminals still love to keep us busy.”
“Sure there’s crime. Take, for example, teenagers’ use of marijuana. It’s not particularly legal, but the liberal nature of the town means it’s not enforced as strongly.
And there are occasional stories of burglaries and such.”
Source: painting--music
Is It Safe Yet? — Event Post
[Gunvald also continued drank his beer in silence for a while but then finally decided to break the silence since it was going onto his nerves.]
“Ah, don’t get me wrong there. Nothing against it or anything. I mean there I’ve had some cases and well…well, nothing unusual.
So it’s cool that you’ve got…or had a nice enviroment to live in. There are lots of bastards out there.”
“Yeah! It’s great~”
Noah grins.
“There’s not much crime that goes on either, since a lot of the society is based on trust and stuff. I’m sure there is some, but I rarely hear anything about it.”
Source: painting--music
Sanguine, My brothers. ((Nosferatu/Event Open))
“That’s fine. I can work with a brush.” she said.
Marceline thought for a moment. She’d made a bit of a habit in using her flying to get people around.
“What if we put a great big piece of work up there?” Marceline said, pointing. There was a large sign on top of one of the buildings. The perfect place for them to do their own advertising.
“Perfect! Cover the ads with our own!”
Noah grins.
“I’ll see if I can find a lower billboard to paint on, deal?”
Source: friesandredpies
Is It Safe Yet? — Event Post
[Now that Gunvald thought of it Noah HAD indeed said something about being gay before but because Gunvald had been losing his temper in the moment, he hadn’t gave it any attention. He didn’t have anything against gays - he had met some during the work in certain cases. But somehow coming up with supporting words all of sudden didn’t happen so smoothly.]
“Aooo, oh. I see. I see.”
[Yeah, that wasn’t smooth.
Gunvald made sure not to break his smile.]
“Well, that sounds nice then!”
[Much better.]
Now it’s awkward. Was it something Noah said?
Did it have to do with the mention of LGBT? It had to be. No one gets this awkward about Frank Sinatra.
“Mm it was.”
Twiddling his thumbs, he takes a long sip of tea.
Source: painting--music
Sanguine, My brothers. ((Nosferatu/Event Open))
“That’s great, Noah” she said, smiling.
Even if he wasn’t a fighter, he was a help. His enthusiasm was also great. Radical artwork for a radical team.
“Do you mind if I come tag some spots with you?” she asked.
She had marked her territory with her art work quite a few times back home. Even if she wasn’t quite a painter, she did some decent work.
“Be my guest~”
Noah pulls a paintbrush and some paints from his pocket.
“Sorry I don’t have spraypaint. It’s not my style. Too dangerous, too~”
Source: friesandredpies
Sanguine, My brothers. ((Nosferatu/Event Open))
Marceline stared at the boy approaching her. What was with the polka dots?
”Dude, that’s so rad!”
A nice big work of art to show off their style. Surely the scientists had to sit and watch him do it.
”Can you do more things like this?” she asked.
She stood up and gave the boy a pat on the head, she wasn’t always good at positive reinforcement. So this was her way of saying thanks.
“Already on it~” Noah smiles. “I already have this design painted on a couple previously empty walls around the city. I’m planning other designs as we speak. Maybe some more subtle, like one of the pictures of a scientist I got, splattered in red paint in the shape of the Anarchy A?”
He does a little jig.
“I’m excited to be able to help!”
Source: friesandredpies
Is It Safe Yet? — Event Post
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Relax. I don’t care to take care of out of my precinct anyway.”
[Gunvald somehow managed to decide not to tease Noah further. Instead he just kept laughing silently while drinking his beer.]
“Oh but hey! You never said where you lived originally anyway. Where are you from?”
“I’m from all around, because my parents moved around a bunch, but the latest and most permanent was a small town in New Jersey. It’s one of the coolest places I’ve ever been, where LGBT people are accepted openly. And the music is some of the grooviest around~”
Noah grins.
“Lots of Sinatra and Chet Baker records around.”
Source: painting--music
Making friends; (Noah)
“Ah your boyfriend..” Boyfriend?? Wait a second. Zack knew there were people who dated the same sex but…he had never actually met someone like that. Still, he understood that love was love. He smiled genuinely at Noah and patted his shoulder.
“I wish you guys the best of luck.” Maybe it was out of line but he felt the need to. It was just in his character. He could tell that he loved him and from the red on his face he obviously cared a lot. In the end, that’s all that matters.
“Thanks, man~ We had a bit of a hitch at first, but he did the sweetest thing~”
Noah smiles warmly at the memories. Paul tried so hard to get him back — how could he have said no?
Source: wingenvy
