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paradisa2012-09-16 10:41 am
eat_me_beat_me) wrote in paradisa2012-09-16 10:41 am
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[There's a half finished chalk drawing on the wall of the lobby. The artist, however, seems to have gotten distracted and is currently sprawled on one of the couches drawing in her sketchbook. If anyone should care to peek they'll see that Nora has suddenly taken to room design. She has page after page of room ideas... all of them round.
She sighs, making a face and flipping to the next page, leaning her head back against the arm of the couch and staring at the ceiling. Who knew designing a room would be so HARD?! Idly she dictates a few filters while she thinks]
[KITT]
Hey. Jo told me she hired you to help out at the gallery. I'm Nora. I've been working there for like a year, now. How's it going?
[/KITT]
[Neal Caffrey]
What do you know about drawing rooms?
[/Neal]
[Ino]
I need a break. Wanna get some coffee later and catch up?
[/Ino]
[She pulls out her pack of cigarettes and her lighter, still staring at the ceiling as she lights one. She watches the smoke as it curls upwards, intrigued by the loops and swirls as it drifts towards the ceiling, oblivious to anyone else who may be nearby.]
((ooc: Come bother the artist!))
She sighs, making a face and flipping to the next page, leaning her head back against the arm of the couch and staring at the ceiling. Who knew designing a room would be so HARD?! Idly she dictates a few filters while she thinks]
[KITT]
Hey. Jo told me she hired you to help out at the gallery. I'm Nora. I've been working there for like a year, now. How's it going?
[/KITT]
[Neal Caffrey]
What do you know about drawing rooms?
[/Neal]
[Ino]
I need a break. Wanna get some coffee later and catch up?
[/Ino]
[She pulls out her pack of cigarettes and her lighter, still staring at the ceiling as she lights one. She watches the smoke as it curls upwards, intrigued by the loops and swirls as it drifts towards the ceiling, oblivious to anyone else who may be nearby.]
((ooc: Come bother the artist!))
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He glances to the side, noticing Nora.]
I take it this is yours?
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Give the man a prize.
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[There's a hint of smile behind that visor.]
I'll be damned if I know what it is, though.
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That? It's an eye.
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And there's no deeper meaning, or anything?
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[She shrugs, stretching so she can look at her artwork]
That the castle's always watching. That we're watching it... could be symbolic of the fucked up people who keep showing up. [she shrugs again] Art is all about interpretation. What do you think?
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