(Shard)Art, Food and Music

[Alessandra]

One thing Sacramento did better than most other cities was art walks. And tonight was one of those nights.

Downtown was shutdown to allow for numerous vendors of various art forms. Everything from paintings, to jewelry to clothes and everything in between! Every form of art was welcome tonight!

But that wasn’t all! Every food vendor was out showcasing their best dishes, most restaurants had carts setup getting in on the festivities. A beer garden was even there, offering seasonal brews on tap and nonseasonal. A local band was playing with a section of the road set aside for people to dance if they wanted to.

It was a chance for the people of Sacramento to get out and support their local artists. Or just get out and enjoy a night out!

This was where the Savage had chosen to spend her night, in search of art that would catch her eye. And that was hard to do, she was very picky when it came to art, so she wasn’t expecting to find anything. But she could be pleasantly surprised.

She had dressed rather casually in black leather pants and a black, off the shoulder sweater with tears in the arms. Her full arms of tattoos could be seen as well as her neck and face tattoos. Her skin, already pale, had a warm flush of life to it, her lips a light shade of red. The Savage was slowly walking by some of the art, looking, studying, making small talk with a few of the artists.

[Alessandra]

Bookkeeping

[Thirteen]

Want to find the magic inherent in humanity? Look no further than the arts.

Not that Thirteen was any great art connoisseur. Paintings and sculptures didn't interest her, really. The girl's attention was more upon the jewelry and clothing, poking through handcrafted items that she might like.

The Acanthus was dressed in her biker getup: Black leather boots and jacket, with blue jeans. Beneath the jacket was a simple dark grey knit sweater, with a yellow scarf featuring a stylized red lion. The royal banner of Scotland, for those who might recognize the design. The afro of red curls flew free tonight, surrounding a face full of freckles and warm brown eyes.

A red solo cup in one hand was half full of something. The other hand was currently feeling the fabric of a black scarf on display.

[Jasper]

It's been a while since the Beast had gotten out for a night of enjoying the sights and smells of the city's art walk. He scrounged up a bit of cash to get some food and maybe a beer or three before making his way downtown.

He managed to fit his tall and lanky form into a pair of dark jeans that have seen better days, fraying around the seams and a pair of sneakers that look like they're well worn. A graphic t-shirt with a dog sitting in a room on fire sit beneath a thick leather jacket that hangs down to his thighs. Dirt under his nails show a man who works with his hands for a living, probably. His warm red curls are ruffled by long-fingered hand now and again as he cranes down to look at the different wares and the art along the stalls. He still sticks out when he stands up to his full 7 foot plus height though, towering above most everyone in the crowd.

He pauses at a jewelry display, looking at some bracelets priced well outside the meager bit of panhandled cash in his pocket. They still look nice though, even if he can't afford them.

[Kray]

Where there is ample amounts of assorted food there is a good chance there is a looming giant looking to take advantage of so much variety being in one place. As is true tonight. Adorned in a heavy long coat that looks more akin to some curtains having been stitched together and with his signature moth eaten fedora atop his head, and black leather shoes polished clean and bright upon his large feet. The obese giant had a tray of half a dozen double burgers cradled in one mighty arm. They might not look very adventurous on the surface but each contained a different mix of fillings beside the double helping of meat patty. Walking at ease through the crowds, those who saw him tended to move out of his way waiting for something to catch his interest. If his size wasn't enough the cauliflower ear, multiple breaks in his nose, and broken toothed grin did the trick well enough.

Sure enough before long something did indeed catch his interest although for the moment it is not any of the stalls or art, no something far more curious sticking out above the crowd. It is a someone. Someone he has not seen in a good year or more. Kray will approach his fellow Giant until they stand side by side. "Huh. Well now here's someone I didn't expect to run into." With no sense of the wyrdstone from the giant he cant be completely sure, but that is thrilling in its own way a brief reminder of what lost outside Sacramento have to live with. But yes good reason to wait and see if he is recognised in return.

[Alessandra]

The eye-catching girl catches her attention. Maybe it was the hair, or maybe it was scarf, or it could have been a mixture of both.

Whatever it was, she decides to cross from the art to scarfs, be social. Not her strong suit typically, but it could be fun. Cattle were fun.

“A scarf collector?” asks the Italian with a hint of a smile, a friendly one. She had friendly smiles, despite what others might think. "I'd go for something in a nice shade of blue for you."

But from the corner of her dark eyes, she does catch the giant form of John Kray and nods. Letting him know she sees him.

[Thirteen]

She noticed to two gigantic men first. How could she not?

Was there a basketball tournament in town? They towered over the crowd here and stood out so easily. Thirteen was only 5'6" and wondered what it would be like to be that tall. Must be quite the experience.

Finding clothes that fit must be a bitch, though.

The living skyscrapers fell into the background, though, as the tattooed Italian beauty suddenly appeared at her elbow making scarf suggestions. Red eyebrows rose in surprise. "Mm, aye. I own a few." More like two dozen by now, but who's counting?

The accent, Scottish. If one knew the differences, it was a Highlands accent. Slower, softer and more musical than those of the lowland cities.

"I do have a blue one. But more never hurt, I suppose. I'm Violet, by the by."

The unknown woman nodded towards... one of the giants? She knew them? Tonight was full of surprises.

[Jasper]

Jasper was fingering one of the bracelets when that large shadow steps up beside him. He nearly jumps out of his skin, dropping the jewelry and turning quickly. His right hand balls up into a fist that he looks like he's about ready to swing when he finally recognizes the voice and the form it's coming from. "Jesus-focking-Christ, don't sneak up on me like that.." he says, his Irish accent thicker than usual. Maybe it gets a bit more noticeable when he's spooked. "How the hell does a guy your size move that quiet anyway, Kray?" he asks, lowering the fist and finally, after a moment, unflexing it. "Nevermind.. Don't answer that. I don't know if I wanna know," he says with a soft bark of a laugh. His nostrils flare for a moment and he glances down at the tray of burgers and his tongue unconsciously licks out across his lips as he gives them a hungry look before going back up to the man's face. "How ya been?"

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[Kray]

The formidable presence of the Italian mob boss had been noticed, she stood out plenty in a crowd but as always John Donoghue let her set the terms for interaction, you did not simply impose upon Sacramento's queen of crime. Nor did he want to be seen as riding her coat tails. So when she nods his way his free hand comes up and tips the rim of his hat, a silent mark of acknowledgement and respect that she was due.

But something said by the giant to his side draws his attention with a stern look. That was the second time a changeling had carelessly said that around people that didn't know him as such. "Ah. It's not so very hard for ole John to get right up on you if your not paying attention." Forcing a broken toothed smile through the irksome flash. The fist, well he had seen jasper box hobs into pulp before but he'd lose the arm if he swung at the massive gristle grinder, public place or not. The giants open massive hand had tightened to a crushing grip on his box of burgers, a sign of his own irritation. "Oh. I've been getting by alright, more then getting by really." Many things had moved in his favour and direction. "Ah. But what of you, up and vanishing like that?" Second hand knowledge from the odd question thrown out regarding the beast and his whereabouts.

[Alessandra]

The Savage knows her accents, well, knows when one is from the other side of the pond. Being able to pin point where exactly? It’s been a couple hundred years too long for her to know the differences. Maybe once she did.

“Ah, someone else from across the pond, always a joy to come across. Enjoying the evening this far?” An easy smile, “I’m Sofia, nice to meet you, Violet.” Looking at the scarf, “Was only a suggestion. Some people just look good in certain colors. Personally, I’ve never been able to find a scarf I’ve liked. Where you say you own a few, any pointers?”