art is dead || open May 24, 2014 0:30:29 GMT -4
Post by Priya Kapoor on May 24, 2014 0:30:29 GMT -4
Go away... "Is there someone back there behind all these... uh... people?"
Not as far as you're concerned... "Back here." With a wayward glance out of the studio nestled in the back of the building toward the front, Priya helpfully gave a silent command for her Lessers to diverge in the middle so her visitor could greet her. The Lessers shuffled uncomfortably in their spot. They were probably human or Vampyre, but she didn't care. As far as she was concerned, an intruder was an intruder and they were encroaching on her much-needed privacy. Then again, she was the one that had put the dirty "We're open, come in!" sign on the window, figuring that no one really cared all that much to come in and look at art.
The intruder was only barely a grown man, who by the look of it either was a changed Vampyre or had been a preteen when the apocalypse had started. She watched as he scrunched up his shoulders to come between the Lessers that stared at him even though their eyesight was bad. They made him nervous, and that was a good thing. She had six of them standing there, and three others that she tied to her bedpost upstairs as a last line of defense. At night when she took the open sign down anyone that came in was fair game.
She had to peer around a big easel where a deerhide canvas was stretched. The whatever-he-was stopped to peer at a painting she had done of one of the big Kakai mansions within the actual boundaries of Samhain. They were pretty and usually well-kept, so they made for good art. The human slaves that lived there probably didn't appreciate their artistic beauty quite as much, but what did she know about slaves? She didn't have any.
"Can I help you?" she asked, unable to help how cold she sounded. It wasn't in her nature to ask a chipper, sweet question to someone who was breeching her little haven. Usually one or two people came in, but they only took a few polite glances at the pieces she had hung on the walls near the entrance before losing their nerve and leaving.
The man looked at her and nodded, doing his best not to look at the zombies in his peripheral vision. "I was wondering if..." he lost his train of thought, and when one of her Lessers bumped haphazardly into him, he stopped himself. "Okay, what's with all the zombies? Can you make them leave? Please?"
"No, they need to stay. Sorry."