Through Another’s Eyes

**Vae** · Apr 12th, 2012 06:28 PM

It was dark and the members of Sacramento’s night life were beginning to filter onto the street. One of the galleries currently had it’s lights on and was starting the party for it’s newest showing ‘Through Another’s Eyes’. The two story gallery was placed close to the street, and the striking Blue paint echoed to it’s name.

The sign on the glass door indicated that the opening of the gallery would be that night. Also that all pieces from the three artists (A.Hines, P.Sterling, and E.Gideon) in the gallery were available for sale at the artist’s discretion.

Within the gallery the open space is broken up by various planes to make space to hang paintings and photography. On the floor space there are sculptures either on pedestals or surrounded by a velvet ribbon fence. A table of catered finger food was against one of the empty walls near the door.

On either side of the room stairs lead up to a the second floor where more of the pieces are being shown, in the center of which allows viewing down into the first floor. The soft instrumental music was mixing well with the voices of those of the city already inside.

~~~~~~~~

Vaeltia stood off to the side of the gallery, giving the last of admonishment to the new and improved Kite ( DaveJ ). The Thyrsus had managed to kick it up a notch, and if she hadn’t seen the clothing before she probably wouldn’t have recognized him.

“Be firm, but friendly. Sometimes they don’t know what they want, but sometimes it’s better to let them see the bait before you put the hooks out, if you know what I mean.” she said before drawing him back into the gallery proper.

Apr 12th, 2012 10:27 PM

Cog had been walking through Sacramento for at least an hour when he finally came across the gallery. He was out of his usual attire dressed in a suit and tie, the jacket draped over his shoulder. He was leaning on his cane more heavily than usual though looked no worse for wear. Pausing in front of the gallery he wasn't sure he really wanted to enter, but after such a horrible date, tonight could not possibly get worse.

Stepping in he walked around the room lingering longer at the sculptures and the paintings. He saw the refreshments and decided his stomach was a little too upset for anything right now. As he passed around he caught the sight of Kite up against the wall, what the hell was he doing here?

Deciding he might not be up for a confrontation. Cog pretended he hadn't seen him and kept walking through the gallery. Cog wiped the sleep out of his eyes, and he stood looking at a sculpture his eyes out of focus.

**RebornSeas** · Apr 13th, 2012 12:16 AM

What Clare's Wearing

Clare enters the Gallery, looking around giving a huff. It was one thing to go some place like this of her own choice... but dammit, her tutor... she recalled his assignment to her, and the his clumsy attempt to buy her clothes - well, that what she assumed it was. Why he'd want to was beyond her, but the assignment she could understand: Write an essay about how one of the pieces in the gallery made her feel.

Simple, might not be easy, but hell, might be fun, if the right kind of people showed up. She drifted around, looking at various pieces, then stopping as she got to a piece by E. Gideon. It was... Familiar. Something about it echoed in her senses, reminding her of how the memories of her Durance seemed to twist and fold and only amount to three years while aging her more, how when she stumbled out of the hedge, her panting as she ran felt like breathing a lost decade.

Something about the piece called to her, Like to Like. She stood, frozen staring at it, reliving that moment of freedom, free, being lost in what she knew in her bones was her home... finding her landmarks, aged and repainted and aged again, her old hole torn down and finally, stumbling into another like herself. Good memories, held pure from time for their significance.

She grinned in delight.

Apr 15th, 2012 09:46 PM

Tobias stepped into the gallery. He'd heard about the showing a few weeks ago, and decided to check out the local art scene. Ever since his talk with Regina, he'd been thinking more and more about making more creative trinkets that could be spread around, and a gallary showing might be something to investigate once he got his shop up and running. First things first though.

He'd dressed casually for the event, a dark green button down shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, and a pair of decent black slacks. His tattoos were mostly visible on his forearms, though some could be seen under the collar of his shirt.

He wove his way through the exhibit, focusing on the sculptures. Those he understood, as a craftsman. Except for the more abstract peices. They had their own aesthetic, but he never quite bought into the "message" some purported to convey. Then he spotted Clare standing by the series of paintings by E. Gideon. He made his way over, expecting to say hi, when one of the paintings caught his eye. He turned, giving the work his full attention.

**DaveJ** · Apr 16th, 2012 07:55 PM

Kite had been standing on the wall some time, watching the gallery slowly fill with new arrivals wistfully, as he seemed to reflect on something distant, yet still important. His dress was not… casual… anymore. Instead, his ‘new normal’ was much nicer – a white collared shirt with tie, black pants and shoes – perhaps slightly casual for the environment he was in, but far from out-of-place.

He snapped back to the present as he noticed Cog walk away briskly. “Hmm,” he wondered, “I didn’t know that he would be here… I wonder where he’s going in a hurry.”

Still somewhat unsure of his new role, Kite started to wander about the gallery and mingle with the new arrivals.

**Ciara Maskelyne** · Apr 16th, 2012 08:04 PM

Ciara Maskelyne
Presence 3 (Magnetic)
Striking Looks 2 (European Beauty)
Blush of Life Active

*A thin figure makes its way into the gallery to join the growing number of patrons and window shoppers. Decked out from shoulders to ankles in denim, the tall, dark haired form of Ciara Maskelyne strides expertly on high heeled legs among the meandering crowd, a newsboy's cap pulled down tight over her face.

She had been gone from Sacramento's artistic scene for far too long; and a gallery opening a new collection was the perfect excuse to get out, rub elbows, and perhaps find a few new pieces of art. She needed a few presents for some of the Court officals, perhaps something on display tonight would catch her eye.

Content to pay more attention to the art than the patrons for the moment, Ciara takes her time moving from piece to piece; trying to appraise each artistic work with an eye for what was popular at the moment...*

Ciara's Outfit

Apr 17th, 2012 06:23 AM

Blush of Life Active

Leaving the Clinic in Thomas Roth's capable hands, and with a few hours to spare, Josephine was leaving her "Doctor persona" firmly at work in order to relax. With nothing else currently pressing on her time but the sudden desire to mingle, the Haunt had headed out to see what the evening had to offer in the way of entertainment. She had intended for some time to check out an art gallery or two - having already visited the museum on a number of occasions, this seemed a pleasant way to spend an evening.

And it would have been a shame to dress up, with nowhere to go. In the same way as she had at The Lily several months before, the Haunt had masked the cloying scent of blood and disinfectant with perfume; and now a hint of Poison by Dior clung pleasantly to the air around her. It didn't completely mask the scent, nothing ever would, such was the nature of her Nosferatu curse. But it took off the distinct edge and provided a plausible excuse should it ever be questioned by someone rude enough to comment.

Stepping inside, Josephine's Beast rebelled against the more powerful one within and reflexively the Haunt sighted around to find the focal point of her internal disturbance. She strolled a few feet further, glancing at the artwork on offer. It gave her a perfect reason to be scanning the area.

Ah, Ciara Maskelyne. A tiny smile surfaced on her face. It was ironic really.

The good Doctor had spoken with her once before, a year or so ago. Ms. Maskelyne had recommended art galleries and museums to the uncertain new Haunt. And here they both were. Josephine had grown a lot in that time, and it showed in her more confident approach and immaculate appearance.

"Ms. Maskelyne, good evening," Josephine greeted softly.

Josephine's Outfit

**Ciara Maskelyne** · Apr 17th, 2012 08:37 PM

*Ciara stiffens ever so slightly as she feels another Beast enter the gallery. It was familiar, but not intimately so; it belonged to someone she had seen before but had not come to know personally. Instinctively the thin Ventrue looks about the show, trying to find the new Kindred that had come to opening night.

Finally finding Dr Powell, the tall Invictus greets Josephine with a soft smile and a nod of the head as she approaches.* Good evening, Ms Powell. A pleasure to see you again. *Ciara speaks just as softly as the female Nosferatu, forgoing the title of Doctor for the moment. By the way the woman was dressed, Ciara assumed she was here for pleasure, and she didn't want to draw any undue attention to her fellow Kindred.*

Have you come out to admire the work, or are you window shopping like myself? *She asks with a slight grin, eager to find out what Josephine had been up to since the last time they talked some months ago.*

Apr 17th, 2012 10:14 PM

Blush up.

A non-descript man made his way into the gallery. At least, he would have been non-descript if he had elected to approach it differently, in his usual way. But every once in a while, the Mekhet "investigator" preferred to do something in style. He wore Armani, a fine black suit cut and tailored to him, and drove his BMW to the gallery. If there was one thing that Neil Kingsley loved anywhere near as much as his guns, it was his car and his suit. He had but one nice car, and only a couple of nice, beautiful suits, typically the kind he would wear for formal Court. The kind he wore when he needed to look the part of something a little more suave, a little more cultured than he really was.

Sometimes, the mark went to fancy galleries. So too did Neil Kingsley... for a price. For a price, he'll erase anyone.

But tonight, he wasn't here to charge a million a shot. It just so happened the Shadow enjoyed fine things; cars, guns, girls, galleries, it didn't matter. The feel and culture of money was empowering, intoxicating to him. Gliding through the artgoing crowd, he felt other Beasts and swore internally as his own screamed for his flight. It was the terrifyingly powerful and stunning female from the meeting with Martha Villiers. The other was powerful too, but Ciara Maskelyne made his Beast's knees weak with fear. It screamed within him, telling him to run, to fill the air with bullets as he covered his own retreat, to kick on the ol' Shadow racing stripes and head for the door and not stop sprinting faster than anything humanly possible until she was so far behind him as to never catch up -- but Neil was, as always, in charge. Schooling the little, cowardly monster within his Blood, he simply enjoyed the art, not wishing to intrude on the ladies' evening just yet.

Neil Kingsley this evening

Apr 18th, 2012 05:42 PM

"Likewise," Josephine responded genuinely. It was always a pleasure to reconnect with one who had taken the time to be pleasant, particularly to a Kindred so unused to niceties in her Unlife.

With the mention of the artwork, her cold eyes scanned the pieces immediately in front of them. The good Doctor was no expert when it came to art. Her grandmother had had a few pieces that always looked nice about the family home, but whether they had been by artists of note, the young Josephine had never been interested enough to ask.

Modern art confused her a little though. Balls of yarn and crushed Coke cans did not, in her limited experience, constitute art. What they were however, was a pile of trash and old, used cat toys.

At least it was a painting that the Haunt was currently studying. She could appreciate the beauty in the colours and the brushstrokes. "Just admiring for... the moment. But who... knows? I've been trying to branch... out recently." Josephine waved a hand toward the paintings. "Do you recognise... any of the three artists?"

Idly, the Haunt peered around as the second Beast intruded on their conversation, less powerful than the Kindred beside her. Unfamiliar, so far.

Through Another’s Eyes

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