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| Scene Title | Pre-Historic Porn |
|---|---|
| Synopsis | It's a trio of evo's discuss dated and ethnic art, also known as Pre-historic porn. |
| Date | November 27, 2009 |
Stephane's Art Gallery
East Egyptian Fertility ~ Very long and detailed explanation about some tribe and their fantastic art…all gold and wood and very strange and twisted with large boobies or…other parts in odd positions. It is a unique exhibit. Different that is…odd. Disturbing. Pick an adjective! The opening of the exhibit though is the opening of a new small gallery, tables with cheese platters and fresh fruit, wine and of course water and juice and such served for those who are interested, to sip or nibble as they walk around looking at the wooden and golden sculptures of women with 4 sets of teats and a distended belly and such.
Right side of her jet black hair is pinned back with some large fresh, violently pink hibiscus, some hot and short little black sleeveless number and fishnet fingerless gloves. Dress is because she likes it and how much of her legs it shows. The hair and the gloves meant to hide things/disguise things that she's not ready to really show. It's her medium, statuary, and Wendy had stared at the invitation for a few days before giving in and getting dressed.
Right now though, the artist herself is wandering, leaning over to peer at a distended belly with raised brow, appreciating at least the technique that was used.
Julius has found himself at a showing of art. Unfortunately, it's not his art. But perhaps next time. He carries a half-full glass of wine in one hand while slowly drifting through the displays. He pauses before one of the aforementioned fertility statues, canting his head to the side slightly as his eyes follow along the curves of the statue.
Right now the man has actually managed to somewhat tame his hair, though he still wears his trademark goggles resting above his brows. He wears a long-sleeved, wine colored shirt and a pair of black slacks.
Tap, tap, tap…Stephane makes his way into the main area, sauntering along smoothly and it would be quiet if not for the soft tapping of the skinny, shiny, black walking stick with gold accents that he uses. He passes by attendees, greeting them with his purring englishy accent and arches an eyebrow from time to time as he laughs a 'stereotypically charming' laugh, that is fake, before moving on to the next person. He wears a black armani suit, white shirt with no tie and gold cuff-links, hair grown out a bit longer than usual and brushed back out of his face. "I do hope you are enjoying the view?" He greets softly as he walks in the general vicinity of both Julius and Wendy.
He reminds her of John. Just a little in the whole cliche's english, fine dresser sort of way. John, just the thought of him sends a pulse of need through her and a desire for his touch that isn't so strong as the hold refrain used to have over her. She wants that chemical push. Maybe she'll go find him, let him knows she's back in town. "It's an interesting use of the medium, though maybe a bit too ethnic and dated. How many people want to invest in a fertility idol when most of the buyers are aging couples who want to spends lots of money on something to say 'I have money' and flaunt it" Wendy straightens, left hand obscured by a champagne glass, the other held out in it's fishnet glory to shake. "Wendy Hunter" Yes, that hunter. Artist, member of a wealthy family and kidnapee lately.
Julius arches an eyebrow as he turns towards Stephane. He purses his lips as Wendy speaks, nodding a bit and smirking slightly, "I do believe the lady has it pegged." He steps over, shifting his wine glass to his left hand and extending his right towards the man (after Wendy has her shake, of course), "Julius Reinheldt. Artist, sculptor, and pseudo-mad scientist." He gives a wide grin at his description of himself, eyes glancing for a moment to wander across Wendy's figure before returning to Stephane.
"Mm…ethnic? Dated?" Stephane just chuckles, top lip curling a bit as he gives a tiny shake of his head. "I would've simply said pre-historically pornographic but to each his or her own I suppose." He eyes the offered hand though and takes note of the name, reaching out to take the hand, hiding the deep breath and twitch as he bows a bit in a gentlemanly fashion before leasing it and looking over to Julius and shuddering a bit at the next offered hand but he takes that one as well, smirky smile a tad strained as he shakes that one as well. "Ahh, artistes. Well then, I am Stephane Halford, this is my gallery and if you wish after the showing we can talk to discuss your own ah…artistic endeavors." A polite bowing of his head.
"Ooooh, pre-historically Pronographic sounds much better than ethnic and dated" Wendy concedes as she shakes his hand. Brown eyes go unfocus for a moment, enough for her to have garnered something before she's taking back her hand and offering it to Julius to shake. "Reinheldt, I'm afraid I'm not quite familiar with your work, are you new to the environment or have I just not ventured into the right artistic circles?" She offers her hand for Julius to shake after he's done with Stephane's hand. Curiosity has killed the cat and there are two distinct metaphorical arrow's running towards both of them.
Julius retracts his hand once it is shaken. He chuckles lightly at Stephane's joke, nodding his head, "I suppose that would be a more interesting way to put it." He turns to Wendy, taking her hand lightly in his, "Oh, I've been around for a number of years. Well, between here and Jersey at least." He shrugs slightly as he retracts his hand, looking to Stephane, "That would be appreciated. I've been looking for a place where I can showcase some of my works."
Well now, what ability is this. Wendy's hand is tight around Julius's the feeling of things being arranged, rearranged, shifted. Causes her to blink and just stare at him. Sure, Stephane's being pulled away from the two artists but it gives Wendy the chance to pull Julius closer and in turn lean closer, bring her lips to his ear. "Shapeshifter? Are you a shapeshifter or a…" She looks sideways at him, pulling her head back for a moment to focus on the sensation. "You're like Sonny Bianco?" The mayor's dead son. "Biological Manipulation?" All hush hush, whispered words.
Julius's eyebrows climb up his forehead as the woman quickly narrows in on his ability. He schools his features quickly enough, though narrows his eyes slightly, "I don't think I ever met Mr. Bianco.." He leans into the woman again, speaking in a hushed tone, "Who told you about my abilities?" His hand tightens on the woman's, making sure she doesn't attempt any mad dash or the like.
"You did" Cryptically spoken. She's not mad dashing, though her glass is set to the side, probably too close to the pre-historic porn for the originating artists liking. "Mr. Bianco manipulated flesh, best plastic surgeon in the world until Humanis First killed him in his driveway" the dark haired woman whispers.
"Ahh, no…no I'm not quite sure if - well no, Mrs Bernstein, that is not a carrot. I'm sure your husband can explain what that is." Stephane is smoothly easing away from a frilly lady, gesturing towards her husband and getting away from the questions about /what/ is that huge wooden thing sticking off this nice statue. He moves a hand to rub a temple before making his way back over to Wendy and Julius. "I'm sorry to interrupt, horrible business…the gallery thing, clueless rich people and their asinine assumptions and idiotic comments, alas. I apologize."
Julius is about to reply to Wendy when Stephane returns. He gives her a meaningful look, then turns back to Stephane with a smile as he releases the woman's hand, "Ah, quite understandable sir." He leans in to whisper conspiratorily, "I tell you, makes you wonder how some of them got to be so wealthy. Seem to be barely able to tie their own shoes, ya know?" He leans back to a more comfortable distance, grinning wryly.
It shall be a mystery, what he was going to say and attention swivels back to the gallery owner. "Well, I can say that some of us, are born with money and that it is already well on it's way in being managed when we get it so that all we need to do is check the bank every month" She's one of those you know. "But last I checked, I could tie my shoes, though, I prefer stiletto's" She grins at Stephane, reaching out to brush her hand, her good one, against Stephane's shoulder so that she can try and puzzle out what he is. "You got some lint"
"Oh…wit. How quaint." Stephane replies to Julius with another wry chuckle. "And yes, it does cause a bit of confusion…" He trails off to peer at Wendy rather curiously as he laughs softly. "I owned a mansion before coming to the states, never fear dear girl…nobody is accusing you of not knowing what male genitalia looks like, even in primitive art." He starts to smirk before there's a /hand/ on him again. He takes a deep breath. "Well now, thank you, aren't you a helpful um and colorful individual."
Julius watches Wendy closely as she reaches out to brush the imaginary lint from Stephane. He shakes his head a bit, rolling his eyes, "Well, if I'm not just the odd duck out. Everyone around me with their mansions and millions, and me your prototypical starving artist." He lifts his glass to his lips, draining it of its crimson contents before placing it on a nearby table.
"Ahh but if I didn't have my parents, then I'd be your starving artist. Don't worry, it doesn't make me think any less of you. I'd be interested to see some of your work as well, just like the good man here" Nope, she can't figure out for the life of her what Stephane can do and it's written across her face, puzzlement. "How often do you take in new artists and is there a particular medium that you prefer to showcase other than… Pre-historics?"
There is a pause before Stephane rests both hands on the top of his walking stick, fingers curling and expression rather carefully arranged into a neutral mask, pleasant enough. He chuckles softly, watching Julius curiously before offering, "I like ducks. If you are in need of getting paid for your work, I do look forward to seeing your work." Then attention goes back to Wendy. "Well I just got the gallery up and running, so I'm taking anything that catches my attention."
Julius grins, "That would be great. I've been needing to find a good place to sell some of my pieces. Hitting the markets and such with them just doesn't bring in enough money to keep oneself afloat for long." He smiles to Wendy, nodding a bit, "Well, I'm glad you don't think less of me for being below your financial standing. I work hard, so I can't complain too much."
"Money isn't all it's cracked up to be. Keeps a roof over your head but it won't buy you love, and only temporary happiness" She points out. Wendy turns to look over her shoulder someone nearing close with raised brows and watches a woman saunter on by. One can possibly imagine what the longing look on her face might mean, but she turns back to the two men. "You should give him a showing. I haven't seen his work, but I have a gallery that I tend to stick to. But I'll show up. Be worth it"
Stephane stares off at nothing in particular at the mention of roofs and love and happiness and such as he just bows his head to both conversational partners. "I shall do what I can then, for you both." He purrs and then wrinkles his nose as somebody passes and he shudders a bit. "…white diamonds? Goodness woman, tone it down." He mutters as he exhales a tad forcefully to get the smell out of his nose, smiling/smirking at both Julius and Wendy.
Julius shrugs, "I suppose. I've got my little studio/apartment where I work and live. Money does help one hire models from time to time, though."
He leans against a table lightly, reaching back to grab a fresh glass of wine to sip from. He gives a smile and slight bow of his head to Wendy, "Thank you for your faith in my ability. I'll have to make sure I invite you to my showing once I get everything straightened out with our fine host here." He glances to the woman that seems to have drawn Stephane's attention, canting his head to the side slightly as his free hand comes up to stroke lightly at his beard, "Yes.. white diamonds.."
"Stray hair" Wendy murmurs, as Stephane is distracted, flicking off imaginary hair. "Really, it's a gorgeous suit but it's attracting all sorts of thing. But, I should be going, before the clock turns midnight-" it's far from midnight, but there is a curfew "And I turn into some manner of squash hmmm? I'll pick up a business card as i'm leaving. A pleasure to meet you both" Wendy's flashing them grins, knowing grins.
Stephane listens and watches Julius with lowered lashes, tilting his head to the side and moving a hand to distractedly brush off the area of his suit that Wendy 'clears off' and he hmms. "Thank you again, I shall keep that in mind." Then he slips his own business card - two in fact, holding them both out for Wendy and Julius to take one if they so wish as he chuckles softly. "The scent…the jewelry I believe might be false…"
Julius takes one of the offered business cards, slipping it into his pocket and withdrawing a couple of his own which are held out, "Thank you, I look forward to speaking with you both again." He looks to Wendy with an intense gaze, smirking a bit, "I think you and I should perhaps talk sometime as well. Artist to artist, if you know what I mean." He looks back to Stephane and nods absently, not really following along too well with the discussion of fashion, perfume, and fake jewelry.
"Perhaps we do" Maybe. A pen is fished from a clutch, perhaps the first good view of her other ahnd and it's stunted finger, missing the top inch or so on a few fingers. Out comes a pen and on the back of the business card that Stephane hands her, She writes her own number, before deftly switching it out with the non scribbled on one. "Likely fake. Most won't wear the real ones to events like this. Too risky. Evening Gentlemen!" And, fishnet gloves, black short skirt and hibiscus and all make their way away from the pair, navigating towards the door
Stephane looks thoughtful and hmms softly before tilting his head back a bit and examines his hand for a few moments. "I trust you two will have quite a bit to discuss, do not hesitate to contact me when you are ready." He bows a bit, straightening up and twirling his walking stick before heading off in a direction to greet another guest.