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The Light Box : Art Gallery. (4) – Ladies Night.

25 Friday Apr 2014

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Re: (RP) The Light Box : Art Gallery.
April 23, 2014 12:40AM
The Light Box Gallery

Lucy accepted Róisín’s response without question, finally standing and walking round her desk to the door. Róisín straightened and followed the woman out wondering how long it would take. There was no further sign of the woman (Felecity) whom Ro had seen entering the Gallery earlier, but she had no intention of asking. If she were to meet the woman, she would find out whatever was relevant then.

Thomas greeted them coffee in hand as they came to the end of the hall. His smile was warm. Róisín took him for the sort that could make most feel comfortable around him. She did not feel uncomfortable around him, per say, but there was an emphasis on most. Taking her drink from the offered tray, she gave him a nod with the barest hint of a smile before offering, “Thanks.” The warmth of the cup informed her that it was still a bit warm for drinking, but she tipped it to her lips all the same. She stared at the blank wall at which Lucy stopped for a long moment. How would her name look embossed over it? The idea was not one she would have chosen herself, and it was much showier than her taste. But considering Ro’s lack of ideas for the show, what grounds did she have for denying it? She gave a vague nod but was still considering it as Lucy went on, completely missing the fact that Maxwell walked out behind them. In response to the catering question, Róisín said, “Not sushi..something, European maybe? Or just usual for this area. Whatever.” Her tone was far away. There was no reason not to let Lucy use her name. Yet it made her skin crawl. That’s when it hit her.

“A pen name,” she said. Right. Perfect. How had she not already thought of that? Her comment fell on the heels of Lucy’s promise of non-vulgarity. Turning to the woman, Róisín elaborated: “I don’t mind if you put a name on the wall. But I’d rather use a pseudonym. It’s just occurred to me, really. But since no one knows me anyway, I don’t see how it would matter….I’ll go by Clarke Morrigan.” She had not, however, considered the implications for her presence at the showing. Róisín did not hear Thomas’s statement.

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Re: (RP) The Light Box : Art Gallery.
April 23, 2014 02:06AM
The Light Box Gallery

Lucy’s mind was already working out who to contact to organize the catering since sushi was a no go. There was a firm that specialized in this sort of affair with delicacies that were enjoyed by those of the area. Light finger food and of course served with wines and champagne from local vineyards. It always paid to network this sort of event, so to help with sponsorship, but also to encourage sales for local businesses.

Talk of the signage brought an interesting response from Roisin. She preferred to go by a pen name, as opposed to using her real one. It was not totally unfamiliar to Lucy, who showed her approval with a light nod, setting down her coffee on one of the nearest stands, and then taking out her iphone to take notes.

“Clarke Morrigan? Alright, I can have that worked on just after we conclude here today.”

It was just another thing to add to the growing list of jobs for the Assistant director. She took it in her stride of course, at least that is how it appeared.

Thomas was already hard at work moving stock and paintings off the gallery floor, and Lucy pocketed her phone before offering her hand to Roisin to shake, as though closing the deal, or finalizing business between them.

“I do want to thank you for taking the time to come out and present your thoughts on our ideas. I am sure this will be a wonderful night for you and your family. Feel free to look around before you head out. I have to go and change before I start handling the exhibits. It’s been a pleasure.”

That said, Lucy picked up her cup of coffee and went back into her office, where she had a pair of overalls and shirt waiting. When she emerged ten minutes later, it was hard to believe it was the same woman. She had gloves on and worn overalls that had some paint stains on them. Her sleeves were rolled up, and her hair fixed neatly in place. It wasn’t just her appearance that changed, but her demeanor as well – you could call it a transformation of sorts. Thomas went to pipe through some music for the pair to work to as they got stuck into the task of moving stock.

You could hear Thomas cracking jokes and laughing all the while Lucy carefully wrapped up some paintings and occasionally you heard her laugh at the lamer jokes told.

It was almost like Lucy was two different people. One for show….and the more elusive Lucy – the one you would like to meet.

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Re: (RP) The Light Box : Art Gallery.
April 23, 2014 11:50PM
At the Lightbox 

There was no more talk of details. Lucy agreed to the idea of a pseudonym without question. How that would go over with the showing would be a discovery for them both, especially since it suggested that perhaps Ro would not herself be there. What kind of debut show would that be? Then again, such a choice could inspire a bit of mystery which, while possibly cliché, could be quite marketable. Róisín waited while Lucy took notes on her phone. When the woman again spoke and referenced how wonderful a night it must be for her family, the girl’s lips tensed almost visibly but she made no comment and her face was unreadable.

Taking the offered hand, Ro nodded and wondered past Lucy into the rest of the gallery. She paid Thomas no heed as she was focused on her reconnaissance. However, she did not have any desire to remain long and was heading out the door as Lucy again emerged. Hearing her, Róisín glanced backwards over her shoulder and paused only to remain silent and continue out the door.

Sliding into her car, Róisín cranked the engine and swung out of the parking lot heading for Elias’s studio, stopping for tacos along the way.

Elias’s Studio 

Elias was snoozing over a cup of cooling Joe when he heard the bang and rattle of the elevator coming up the shaft. Rather than pushing himself out of his chair to answer it, he waited to see if the door buzzer sounded or if it was someone who could open it themselves, in which case it could only be Róisín. Sure enough the door clattered back on the metal frame as she rolled it open. He waited.

Pulling the door closed behind her, Róisín swung her sack of Tex Mex goodness in a circle. She had intended to go right into the studio, but then, eating in there was always a hazard. Clay dust tasted nothing like the powdered sugar it sometimes resembled. The light was on in Elias’s office, so he had to be there, likely asleep at his desk from the lack of noise. However, she found her assumption to be only half correct. He greeted her drowsily as she stepped inside: “You’re here earlier than I expected.” 

“And you’re still trying to wake up from your nap as usual,” she countered with amusement tinged snark. “Stopped by the gallery this morning…not bad. Thomas will be here later for everything.” Her tone was informative as she explained, and she did not look for any reply from Elias. She plopped down on the couch next to his desk and pulled out one of her tacos. Elias’s graying head stared down with distaste into his almost cold coffee. His eyes peered over at her puppy like: “Bring me any?”

 

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Re: (RP) The Light Box : Art Gallery.
April 24, 2014 01:20AM
The Light Box

The moment that Roisin left the gallery Lucy and Thomas set to work with the remaining exhibits and paintings that needed to be packed and prepared for storage. There would be no sign of Maxwell for the rest of the day even though it was barely 10am in the morning. Though Lucy felt aggravated by his lack of leadership, she knew that this was just how it was with him. Someone had to pick up the slack, and it was always left to Lucy. Thomas knew how tiring this must get for Lucy, the countless times he had left to go home and then come driving past on a night on the town with friends, only to see Lucy still in the gallery…night after night. Thomas sometimes wondered if she had a home life.

Coming past her with another trolley, he had just told another lame ass Irish joke, when he stopped the trolley and leaned on it for a moment.

“Boss?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you …do you ever go out…like with friends, you know hang out at a bar or maybe catch a show?”

The sticky tape dispenser stopped in the middle of the bubble wrap as Lucy froze for a moment. Why was Thomas asking her about her social life, or lack of it. She made a face that was one of a person that didn’t like being interrogated.

“I don’t have friends in this city…or time for it.”

Now this had Thomas look worried. He knew the hours she was putting in and he honestly thought that if she didn’t take a break soon, she was going to have a melt down. In some ways he wished Max would pick up on what his Assistant was going through, and having to do his work as well as her own. Thomas pressed further out of concern.

“Don’t you think it would be a good idea to….try and make some?” He meant friends, and he awaited her answer, as she continued on with packaging the painting. “I think that is easier said than done, Thomas. For one, you need the time to go find new people to mix with. I work from 6am to 10 pm and by the time I get home, I just want to get a good book and go to bed.” Lucy glanced up from her work and then showed a stern face. “I left everyone behind in New York to come here. I thought this would be temporary. But with Max drinking himself to oblivion and my obligations here to make this gallery a success and not a stain on my reputation, I am going to have to put in the time here. Not worry about a social life.”

Thomas sighed and adjusted his hat. “If you say so, Boss.

Lucy was a tough egg to crack, that was for sure. Thomas worried about her a lot, but how can you help someone, that won’t help themselves.

The hours ticked by and soon it was well after 3pm. The floor had been completely freed up, and Lucy was now onto the sign writers about doing the pen name on the walls for Roisin. Thomas came in to get the truck keys and announced he was heading over to Elias’s studio to pick up the pieces for the exhibit. He walked up to Lucy and asked.

“Want me to grab you some dinner on the way back?”

“No, it’s fine. I might stop at Taco bell on the way home.”

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Thomas patted Lu’s shoulder and then headed out to the truck, leaving Lucy sitting alone in the empty gallery. The walls all stark white, the floors stained timber all cleaned and glossy. A vast empty space with a lonely girl left sitting in the middle. She sat there for a moment, before getting back to work; heading into her office and turning on her lap top.

Elias’s Studio

The truck pulled up just outside Elias’s studio on a busy street, with the cap wearing Thomas at the wheel. He smiled as he looked about the neighborhood. So this is where Roisin came from. A stark cry from the other end of town where the gallery was. Getting out of the truck, he ran around back and flew open the roller door, before getting the hydraulic tray to come down making it easier to transport the pieces back onto the truck.

Thomas then made his way to the front door and looked up and down the tenant list, trying to find Roisin’s name. He found Elias’s and pressed the intercom.

“Hello…this is Thomas from the Light box gallery. I’ve come to collect Roisin’s pieces.”

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The Light Box : Art Gallery. (3) – Ladies Night.

23 Wednesday Apr 2014

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Re: (RP) The Light Box : Art Gallery.
April 20, 2014 12:49AM
Róisín’s Apartment 

Mrmph…the sound, a reaction to a robust vibration, issued from a pile of punched up pillows piled like a fort on Róisín’s grey and green smattered bed. If one were to inspect the fluffy fortress more closely, they would easily find wisps of her hair poking out of it. The drone sounded throughout the room once again. This time the response was more violent. A pillow clutching fist flew outward and fell upon the location which was presumably the site of the offending device. Alas, the action was ineffective. Rising, her head punched through the fort followed by her body. Her hand finally located her phone after an unnecessarily long search which could have been easily avoided if Róisín would only have opened her eyes. That accomplished, she mashed buttons until the alarm ceased. It was only then that her eyelids began to crack, revealing slits of a green so venomous it was a miracle the phone did not melt in her hands- but then, it was a Nokia.

The screen displayed the notification for her morning messages far more cheerily than was decent at that hour, but her reason for ignoring them had nothing to do with the perky text. Róisín at last threw herself from the bed and shuffled to her bathroom door shrugging off night clothes as she went. A quick shower and a set of clean clothes later, the red head was seated at her kitchen bar and chugging down a delightful breakfast of instant coffee and cold sausage pizza. She finally deigned to read the inevitable message from Elias whilst doing so: “Saw the sculpture; got your message! Forwarded it to Lucy! I’m glad you came around. See you at the studio later?” She mentally grumbled at his response, nearly missing the only other text she could not for the moment ignore in the process. Lucy had invited her down to the gallery. Might as well, she thought. There was no sense in allowing the need to take care of the remaining details to fester in her head. Green nails snagged her keys from the wall hook as she walked out the door chewing the last bite of chilly tomato and cheese goodness.

The Light Box 

Róisín’s hunter green Impala, clearly a classic, rolled into the small parking area outside the gallery. It didn’t seem to be opening hours. It had taken her a few tries to find the right street since Róisín was, oddly enough, a rare frequenter of this part of town. Now that she had found it, she gave herself a moment to sit starting at the door. Meanwhile another female waltzed into the building. Her step bespoke the circles in which she ran and marked her as a person Róisín was not inclined to meet. So she waited a few more minutes so as to avoid her. Unfortunately the woman did not exit the building and must therefore either be on staff or have some sort of business which would not be over quickly. Either way, Róisín knew she had to exit her car and walk inside. Her efforts were greeted with an obviously hostile atmosphere and the slamming of a door as people disappeared into offices down the hall.

Turning to eye the door behind her, Róisín shook her head and gawked at the space. The artworks still hanging there was pleasant to the eye, but she did not long observe it due to the male who was busy removing parts of the exhibit. Making room for her work. Spinning on her heel with her eyes to the floor, Róisín aimed herself to the door marked with Lucy’s name determined to ignore the sickening thrill the realization had given her. Pushing it open without a knock, she announced herself abruptly:“You messaged me, Lucy.”

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Re: (RP) The Light Box : Art Gallery.
April 20, 2014 01:59AM
The Light Box – Lucy’s office

In Lucy’s office, the assistant was already going through her notes and sketches that she had taken at Elias’s gallery when Roisin appeared unannounced. She must have come straight from her home after getting the text message about viewing the space in the gallery. Considering that she had already been seriously peeved by Felicity and her brother Maxwell that morning, it took a lot of restraint to show a more calm exterior. The last thing she wanted to do was take out her aggression on the young artist. Lucy rose from her chair and gestured for Roisin to take a seat just opposite her, as she got on the intercom to the loading bay.

“Thomas, can you pop by my office please?’

“Sure thing, Lu.”

Switching off the intercom, she then gave Roisin one of her rare smiles. Lucy’s office itself was spotless, organized with various plaques on the walls of her achievements in art promotion, her family and her travels around the globe. She was dressed smartly in a conservative suit and had her hair bound up in a neat ponytail that trailed down her back.

The door to her office opened and Thomas stuck his head in.

“Lu…Miss?”

“Could you be kind to go down to the corner coffee shop and get a couple of lattes for myself and Roisin please?”

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“You got it boss.”

He then closed the door leaving the two women to talk business.

“As you have seen by the work that Thomas has been removing this morning we are in transition phase so that we may accommodate your collection. I hoped you would come by so you can check the layout and perhaps offer suggestions of how you would like your pieces to be displayed or any special requirements.”

Lucy was straight business when it came to dealing with clients and artists alike, never allowing herself to get over emotional or show any real part of herself. It was almost like she had built up a wall – a veneer that was impenetrable.

“I do have one question, however. What made you decide to show your special art work piece?”

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Re: (RP) The Light Box : Art Gallery.
April 21, 2014 06:31AM
Lucy’s Office

Róisín’s eyes rolled up and down as she watched Lucy. Stepping forward at the gesture to seat herself, she did so with apprehension. The buzz of the intercom shot through her ears. Her muscles tensed even as Lucy spoke. Taking the sensation as a cue to deactivate her emotional engagement switch (as if it worked that way), Róisín drew her legs up into the seat and leaned forward on her elbows. Soon enough the guy from the front poked his head in. She could hardly look like a client in her jeans and hoodie, not to mention her eternally disheveled looking red hair. The obvious clay stains on her sneakers, however, ought to erase any confusion in his mind. She contrasted sharply with both Lucy and her office. Róisín offered something like a nod in response to his unsure greeting. At the mention of lattes, she hesitated then said, ”Actually, I’d prefer a straight coffee.” She took it for granted that it was not an issue. Black coffee was cheaper and Lucy had already requested a beverage for her anyway.

As Thomas departed, Lucy continued on with in a purely professional manner. All the same Róisín’s response was immeasurable. When she finally spoke her tone was neutral: ”So your message said. I’ll need to walk through the rest of the gallery and get an idea of what types of housing and plinths and such you have. It would be easier if the space was empty, but that’s not a big deal and probably isn’t practical given the time frame.” Lucy’s next question resulted in a dangerous flash in Róisín’s eyes. ”For Elias’s sake.” Her tone made it clear the issue was not to be pressed further. ”Do you need anything else from me before they pieces are sent over? When do you need them here?” Her manner remained flat.

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April 21, 2014 07:05AM
Lucy’s Office

Thomas hesitated as Roisin put forth that she preferred a straight coffee to a latte. A quick glance at his boss, Lucy and she acknowledged the request with a light nod of the head. Thomas took his leave, closing the door again with a light click so leaving the two women alone again to discuss further matters of business. When it came to clients, Maxwell was far more the people person and approachable than Lucy who took her work very seriously indeed. Whereas he could be the deal maker, she was the force that closed it and got a good deal for the gallery. After all that was her job. Lucy was a business woman first and foremost and a connoisseur of the arts second.

Taking note of the way Roisin held herself, and her sitting on the chair as though scrunching up into a ball was highly unusual in Lucy’s books. Then again, she attended the meeting looking like she had just stepped out of the studio, which she probably had.

Lucy interlocked her fingers as she let her hands rest on the desk, holding herself upright and paying full attention to Roisin as she explained what she had expected from the Gallery that morning. More of an open space to work with as opposed to the state the Gallery was in in transition.

Clearing her throat Lucy replied calmly.

“As it stands there is only Thomas and myself to handle the removal of the previous exhibitors works due the fact that Maxwell is under the weather.” Yes, she was making excuses for her boss, and doing it in such a way not to add more salt to the wound since his illness was self inflicted. Lucy knew that Roisin probably didn’t give two shits about that piece of information.

“I do have the layouts on paper and computer, which you can measure up with the floor space that is currently free from clutter. I am aware this is not the most professional way to start off such an arrangement with us, but as it stands time is of the essence and once we have concluded talks, I shall get right on to moving more stock out.”

That being said, Lucy released her fingers and then leaned back in her leather upholstered executive chair, when Roisin made it point of fact that the only reason she was showing her piece of resistance was that it was all for Elias’s sake. The tone of her voice gave Lucy the conclusion she did not want to discuss that further. Lucy pursed her lips and then made a light shrug of her shoulders.

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“I am more than aware of the emotional significance that piece is to you. I would be a fool not too. But have it your way, if you say it is for Elias, then I give you that….however, if we do sell it, are you prepared to part with it?”

Green eyes stared the girl down, as she folded her arms. ” Oh and Thomas will be coming by this afternoon to pick up all your pieces, Roisin. So long as that does not interfere with your schedules.”

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April 22, 2014 03:58AM
Lucy’s Office

A vague nod was Lucy’s reward for her unnecessary explanation as to why the Gallery was not currently empty. Lucy was perfectly correct in her assessment of the girl’s interest in Maxwell’s condition. Róisín actually hadn’t paid much thought to the use of measurements in the space, though the fact now struck her as an oversight. Even so, she could easily eyeball any suggested location and Lucy had the measurements anyway. ”I’m sure it’s fine. We can go take a look now.”

Róisín made as if to rise from her chair, but froze when Lucy asked her next question: “are you willing to part with it?” She looked for a moment like she would sit back down to think about it, but a steely determination seemed to darken her gaze. ”Yes.” Turning for the door once more, she looked back at Lucy when the woman informed her that Thomas would be dropping by the Studio to pick up the sculptures later. That meant she’d have to head in to pack them after she was done here. Guess Elias would be seeing her that afternoon after all. ”That’s fine. I’ll be there.”

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April 22, 2014 05:03AM
Lucy’s Office

The Assistant director of the art gallery was very good at reading body language, and the fierce determination that came from Roisin’s gaze showed that she was just as hard headed and forthright as Lucy had anticipated. Her true emotions buried deep beneath her exterior behind a wall that was impenetrable. So unusual, and yet Lucy was very much the same, except more the flip side. Perhaps it was in their upbringings that these two women, who were no where near regarding each other as friends, or even associates, were more alike than one may have thought. Was it possible that Roisin expressed her inner child through the very art she crafted? Was that why her main piece was so significant in both Elias and Lucy’s eyes? Time would tell how she would react when the time came for the exhibition to open, and many buyers would want to own a piece of Roisin’s work. In particular, that one sculpture.

Closing down her lap top, Lucy started to move out from behind her desk, so that she may show Roisin through the gallery and highlight the places that she would be using for the exhibit. Naturally, Lucy would be changing out of her designer suit, into something more casual as she tended to moving the stock, but for now she would wait until Roisin was satisfied with the arrangements and the exhibit plinths.

As they exited the office, Thomas approached with their coffees and a warm smile. A generous man and a hard worker, he was always one to lighten the mood, if that was possible on a day like today.

“Latte…and one straight coffee, ladies.” Such politeness. Lucy took her cup from the cardboard tray and held it in her right hand, as she gestured to the end of the gallery that already was cleared of stock. The walls were stark white, along with the housing stands and plinths.

“What I would like is to get a copy of your signature, so that our sign writer can actually emboss it on the walls. Sort of putting your name out there. It will be lit tastefully. Nothing vulgar I can assure you.”

It was customary for the lead artist to have their name put predominantly on the walls, so people take that away with them on their memories of the exhibit. Walking Roisin through the gallery floor, Lucy kept the conversation strictly professional, as though she was well aware that Roisin was not wanting to get informal with the assistant director.

“One question, I was wondering about the catering. We do often provide this as part of the service, but do you have any preferences for what to serve the patrons? Sushi, or something more to your own tastes?” Lucy asked, sipping her latte while Thomas went past them to get back to loading up the current exhibits.

“See you at your studio, Miss.” He offered a wide smile before going back to work.

Maxwell finally emerged from his office, and again he put on the dark sunglasses as he was escorting his sister Felicity out of the gallery. He noted the young artist from the restaurant, but after a stern glance from Lucy he quickly hot footed it out the door. He really was in no fit state to be dealing with the clients or artists.

Lucy coughed as she heard the gallery doors close and Maxwell was off on his way to lunch….no doubt.

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“Looks like I am going to be putting in some extra hours today.”

It was all part and parcel of her job.

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The Light Box : Art Gallery. (2) – Ladies Night.

20 Sunday Apr 2014

Posted by charlottecarrendar in The Light Box

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Re: (RP) The Light Box : Art Gallery.
February 27, 2014 05:53AM
Elias’s Studio

Prior to photographing Roísín’s pieces, Lucy dropped her satchel and began pulling things from it. The first was a sketch book which surprised Roísín. The glass, with their expensive look, did not. Once the woman did take up her camera, Roísín was reluctantly gave up her position but did not lose her watchful eye. Purposely positioning herself on a good five feet from Elias, she remained silent as Lucy snapped away at the sculptures and soon began tapping her heel impatiently but quietly.

The wait was not actually long, however, so her anxiety was not the result of time or Lucy’s silence while documenting the pieces. Lucy’s smile left Roísín wondering what Lucy was thinking. Roísín took the opportunity to examine the sketch of the gallery since had of course never seen it and was stubbornly waiting until it was necessary to change that. From the drawing the place was indeed small yet would easily house her small body of work. In observing it, the grudging woman had to admit that Lucy had a fair hand- another surprise, one that earned the woman credibility with her temperamental new talent. Roísín was in the midst of placing each artwork within her mental conjuring of the space when Lucy finished with the camera and returned to her and Elias.

Lucy then pulled out her laptop, the quality of which Roísín appreciated easily given her day job. However she had not in the least expected to see brochure templates so soon, and despite herself, was eager to examine the layout Lucy had created. So much so in fact that Roísín did not notice Lucy peering towards the tarped plinth. ”What information-“ she began. Her question was cut short by Lucy’s own: “Is that item over there, the shrouded piece part of the showing, or a piece of Elias’s work?” Roísín’s red head came up with a startled jerk; Elias casually peered towards the indicated object.

”It’s not mine, Lucy” he quickly said. Roísín was protesting even as the man stepped towards it.

“It’s a work in progress, not anything for the-…….show,“ she answered in a rush. Elias had removed the shroud in the middle of her sentence. His action revealed a rectangular ceramic block about a foot and a half in height and a foot wide. Cut into the corner facing the trio was a pair of hands rising from the base of the block. One, smaller than the other and clearly that of a child, was held palm up with the fingers folded backwards. The larger hand was folded over it in the same manner and possessed noticeably masculine contours. The fingers were spaced for basic C chord positioning on the fret board of a guitar. The sculptor had taken great care to mark every crease with a loving realism, yet the absence of a fret board could not be missed. The lack served to emphasize the hands and allowed for the upward angle of the wrists. Most strikingly, silver solder had been placed along the palms and backs of the hands following the veins. The tracing was thicker on the larger hand and much clearer, flowing up and through the fingers so as to flow perfectly into the smaller hand where it concentrated most heavily in the nails where they would be pressing the strings. Strange as the detail might be, it gave the sculpture a subdued magic quality which informed the relationship between the hands. One would have no difficulty imagining a child sitting on a father’s knee as they learned the chord.

Roísín stood silently behind Elias and Lucy, jaw clamped shut and feeling on fire from head to foot.

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Re: (RP) The Light Box : Art Gallery.
February 27, 2014 08:36AM
Elias’s Studio

When Elias pulled back the shroud to reveal the mystery piece that Roisin tried so hard to keep separate from the main body of work, Lucy actually froze for a moment. The sculpture, a work in progress according to Roisin was by far one of the most interesting and detailed pieces of art she had seen for a very long time. In fact, not since her younger days in New York, had she ever seen a sculptor capture a moment like this.

Glancing back at Roisin, Lucy asked with surprise. “You did this?” As though almost incredulous with the find. The curator’s assistant had to show restraint, as the first thing that came to mind was to take as many photographs of it as she could, but by the look on Roisin’s face – the heated expression that had risen to her cheeks, something told Lucy that this was a very private piece. Possibly inspired from her own childhood. Who was to say? All Lucy knew was this was a beautiful example of the girl’s talent.

Slowly Lucy approached the sculpture, walking around it slowly, admiring the detail. The child’s hands and the father’s held over it. Lucy even found herself becoming emotional, just taking in what it meant to her. As an only child, her father rarely had time for her, and when he did it was the simple moments together that she held with her all these years. Lucy came to a stop and said to Elias.

“You were right about this girl.”

She then said to Roisin. “I understand your reluctance to show this, but let me say, its by far one of the most beautiful sculptures I have ever seen. If you do decide to finish it, even after the exhibition; I know someone that would pay a great deal for it.”

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That being said, Lucy went back to where her laptop and sketch pad were, and started to pack away her things. Closing up her bag, she checked her iphone, only to see a text from Maxwell. A damned dinner party at his condo. Lucy grimaced. She knew that Mrs Hancock would be there and she despised the woman. One of society’s top bitches, and she had her claws sunk into Maxwell. It was not like Lucy had a thing for Maxwell, but she didn’t want to see Mrs Hancock’s influence affect the Gallery. Pocketing her phone, she turned back to the pair and said.

“Thank you for allowing me the opportunity to get the information I needed for the showing.” Lucy knew they had her card and that if anything cropped up, that they could contact her – day or night.

“I’ll show myself out.”

Lucy offered both a weak smile, again the face of a true business woman, and she left via the large sliding wood door that she came though.

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Re: (RP) The Light Box : Art Gallery.
March 06, 2014 07:35PM
At Elias’s Studio

“You did this?” Roísín did not miss the incredulity in Lucy’s voice, but she was for the moment attempting to decide how to prevent the woman from photographing the sculpture without breaking it and the others. To Lucy’s credit, she understood when it was best to refrain, however much she might itch to do just as Roísín thought. The woman gathered her things, making her thoughts plane to Elias as she headed out: “You were right about this girl.” To Roísín she stated that she knew someone who would pay a great deal for it even after the exhibition, as if Roísín cared for the money it would bring. Lucy excused herself politely, leaving Elias and Roísín standing silently until they heard the faint sound of the rolling door closing behind her. Immediately after the sound faded Elias rounded on Roísín:”A work in progress my ass! I see the etching lines where you’ve planned to cut away the back sides, but that’s the only other thing you’ve intended to do with it. It will be more than ready for the exhibition.” 

Roísín’s burning eyes burned across the old man’s face. ”The fuck it will! I’m not showing it!” She stood before him with shoulders squared, very much as if she intended to lay into him save for her arms remaining crossed over her chest.

Elias’s eyes returned much of the flame in his student’s, but rather than speaking, he walked over to the sculpture and stared at it. Minutes passed. ”Look at it,” he said. ”Just look.” Reluctantly, her eyes moved from his back to the sculpture standing so vulnerably on the plinth. As if of their own accord, her feet moved forward until she was standing next to Elias. The ceramic gave rise to the very memory it was meant to immortalize: The first guitar lesson her father gave her. She was six years old sitting in his lap with the guitar in front of them.

”Place your fingers like this, Ro. Follow mine. See? Your other hand strums the cords at this end, and you press these to change the notes. It’s simple enough once you get started.”

”I can play like you, Daddy?”

Warm rumblings of laughter shook him: ”Yes, like me.”

Elias was speaking long before she realized: “…not a centerpiece, but the master work. They’ll place near the back as if it were hidden, but where the most people can see it. It will be the talk of the show, and you-“.

Roísín cut him off. ”No.”

He tensed, looking as if he would yell, then turned to her with a sadness she had never seen. ”Fine. Stay quiet, Roísín,” he replied as he walked out of the room. Her insides were brimming from the cut his words had made.

The Next Morning

Elias walked into the studio doing his best not to look defeated. Of all the people he dealt with in the art world, the girl had to be the most stubborn. He knew she could make something of herself, and likely in more than one field, but Elias had fought and lost one too many battles over pushing someone to pursue a path they did not want. Roísín was not there at that hour, so he walked into the main room to look at her sculpture again. It wasn’t there. Dismayed, he searched over the storage spaced and shelves but could not find it. Sighing, he rubbed his hand over his grey head and made for his office to email Lucy about sending the plaqquettes over to the gallery.

The hall from the main room to his office was short. In fact, it was actually more of a foyer since it was the space into which the main entrance opened. On the right, the door between the studio and his office was partially open, leaving a crack of light on the floor. It was the small test showing space he used to work out how to position pieces and to exhibit the work of some the kids he taught. But the lights were always off. Opening the door, he peered into the back. A lone light had been turned on. Beneath it set the now finished hand sculpture. Roísín had cut away from the rectangular backing to shape it like a lick of flame. It too had been faintly brushed with silver. Leaning against the bottom of the sculpture was a note written in a familiar messy scrawl: Send photos to her. Grinning like he’d won the lottery, Elias ran back to his studio to text Lucy and grab his camera.

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Re: (RP) The Light Box : Art Gallery.
April 17, 2014 09:14PM
The Light Box Gallery

~The next morning~

Lucy was actually early arriving for work at the Gallery. Well before Maxwell had probably surfaced from his bed, that is if he made it to bed at all. Having left the disastrous dinner party as things got heated, she could only imagine the fall out and what a scandal would be taking place when Felicity decided to sell her happy snaps to the highest bidder. Thankfully, Lucy had hot footed it out of there before the food fight commenced. No doubt she would be able to see the devastation at a later date.

Standing out at the entrance getting her keys out, she set down her latte on the street and then pushed the key into the lock, turning it and opening the door. A quick crouch and she picked up her morning brew, before pushing her way inside.

It was always a calming feeling to arrive well before Maxwell, since the dramas of his life tended to follow him through the door. Lucy sometimes wondered if that was half of his excitement, all the odd women that tended to fall at his feet and shower him with money. What was his secret? Dashing good looks? A smooth silver tongue? Or did his penis have some unnatural ability to charm the pants off the old broads? Lucy shuddered to think. Disgusting.

Making her way into her office, she set down her attache case and lap top bag, as well as her coffee, before going in behind her desk and turning on her desktop. Her diary was already opened up, and today she was going to be making preparations for arranging the gallery to accommodate Roisin’s sculptures. She had already arranged to have the gallery’s assistant – Thomas Brown to help her move the exhibit blocks around, and clear off the paintings and pictures that were from the last show.

Sitting down at her desk, she pulled out her cellphone, only to see a message from Elias. He must have sent it to her just a short time before she woke up. The text said that pictures of Roisin’s pieces were going to be coming through shortly, and this brought a smile to Lucy’s face. At last something was going right. Texting back quickly, Lucy thanked Elias for his diligence and that she looked forward to seeing the photographs.

Setting down her phone, Lucy took up her coffee cup and sipped. For once there was a good reason to smile. Lucy then sent a text to Roisin, asking if she would like to come down to the Gallery and check the layout herself.

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Re: (RP) The Light Box : Art Gallery.
April 17, 2014 10:14PM
Art Gallery

Felicity had been up at the ass-crack of dawn, ready to start her day. Her plan was to spend a couple of hours getting some morning shots before she headed to Max’s gallery to get some shots before the art show later in the week.

Checking on her brother, she had found him with his head buried under his pillows and snoring away like he was sawing logs in his sleep. She chuckled, leaving a glass of water, two aspirin and steaming mug of coffee on his bedside table that was sure to bring him out of his alcohol-fueled coma.

Her camera slung about her neck and her brother’s spare apartment key in her pocket, she set out into the misty morning, just as the sun was peeking over the horizon.

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Walking along the city streets, she got dozens of good shots, smiling the whole time as her camera clicked away. She paused a moment to scroll through her shots, smiling warmly of the one she got of Max while he was sleeping off his drunk. He looked so young.

Now one would think with the chaos of the dinner party the night before Felicity would have taken the chance to snap pics of B-List celebrities acting like spoiled children. She had her standards. She simply stepped back and observed. She didn’t need to cheapen her career by selling to tabloids. That wasn’t who she was.

Stopping at a Starbucks for a latte, she continued her trek to Max’s gallery, surprised to find that the door was unlocked. Shrugging, she stepped inside, instantly awed at the displays of art gracing practically every surface. It was a photographer’s dream. Latte forgotten, she began snapping pictures for her personal portfolio.

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Re: (RP) The Light Box : Art Gallery.
April 18, 2014 09:56PM
The Light Box Gallery

The sound of a large truck reversing into the loading bay at the back of the gallery alerted Lucy that Thomas had arrived for work. He was always punctual unlike Max who was probably still buried beneath his covers. Lucy took another sip from her latte, before leaving her office and taking the corridor down to the back storage facility, where the large rollerdoor was being opened from the outside. The white lights of the reversing truck flashed brightly, while Lucy stood on the dock with her arms folded. She paced back and forth a moment before coming to a stop and offering Thomas one of her elusive smiles as he parked the vehicle and got out. Wearing jeans and a blue shirt with the Light Box logo, he ambled along the side of the truck and up the stairs before coming to stand before his boss.

“Morning Lu…how was the dinner party last night?” Course, he had a cheeky expression cause the radio DJ at the party had been going on about it all morning. Lucy had no idea it had hit mass media.

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“Drunken snobs hurling food at each other. The usual, you know?”

Thomas let out a loud laugh and slapped his thigh hard. “Bet Max was flat on his back when that broke out.” All Lucy could do was nod. That just made Thomas laugh even more. “I’m sure the pictures in the papers will do the radio show justice.”This had Lucy face palm and turn to go inside, as Thomas followed along behind her, trying to keep a straight face. No doubt Max was going to have some explaining to do when he arrived for work…that is IF he arrived.

Little did Lucy know that Max’s sister had already let herself into the gallery and had her camera out taking photographs of the exhibits. If it was one thing Lucy hated it was people wandering in before opening hours. She really should have locked the door.

“Excuse me, but what do you think your doing?”

The minute she realized who it was, her face took on a whole new look. Flushed red and seriously annoyed.

“Felicity. Where is your brother?”

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Re: (RP) The Light Box : Art Gallery.
April 18, 2014 10:11PM
Lightbox Art Gallery

Felicity had been at it a while, snapping preliminary pictures and getting scene shots. She found the area Lucy had already marked off for the new show and began taking angular shots, imagining the area filled with all kinds of imaginative and spectacular works.

As usual, when she gets involved in her work, she ignores everything and everyone around her, so she was unaware of Lucy’s entrance until her irritated voice interrupted her workflow.

“Excuse me, but what do you think your doing?” 

Felicity stopped snapping pictures and turned to face her. Upon realizing who had invade the gallery, Lucy’s whole demeanor changed from irritated to hostile.

“Felicity. Where is your brother?”

“Hello…Lucy, was it? Hmm, yes…Max is sleeping off his hangover. He’ll be here when he wakes. And I’m taking some preliminary shots before the show this weekend. Then I thought I’d get some snaps of the new work for the brochures Max wanted to have done to hand out at the showing. I….hope that’s okay?”

Felicity wasn’t one to step on toes, but she got the feeling Lucy didn’t like her too much. She couldn’t understand why.

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April 18, 2014 10:25PM
Lightbox Art Gallery

Right then the door to the gallery burst open, and a disheveled looking Maxwell emerged with dark sunglasses -which were hiding a black eye behind them. He had heard Felicity’s queries and regardless of whether it was true or not, he backed her up. Mainly to stave off world war three erupting inside the gallery at such an early hour.

“Right, quite right. My sister has kindly offered her services to do the brochures and the photography. It was all arranged last night.” The fake smile and the scruffy appearance didn’t fool anyone, in particular Thomas, who came through pushing an exhibit trolley to start loading up the previous collection to take them to the warehouse.

“Morning Max.” He didn’t go on about seeing the black eye, but knew he would get the gossip later of how he came to have one.

Lucy was fuming and ready to go on the attack when Max placed a hand on her shoulder and whispered.

“She is charging below cost…so smile and be grateful Lucy.” He then walked into her office and stole her coffee.

“Cancel all my appointments today. I’m not feeling well.”

Lucy was ready to kick him into next year. She then glared at Felicity.

“Carry on then.” Before marching into her own office and slamming the door.

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Re: (RP) The Light Box : Art Gallery.
April 18, 2014 10:31PM
Max’s Office

After watching Max make a whirlwind through the place and Lucy storming off in a huff, Felicity was at a bit of a loss. Her workflow was interrupted and she lost the desire to take pictures. Slinging her camera over her shoulder, she found Max at his desk, face planted on the surface.

She closed the door quietly, mindful of his head.

“I don’t think your assistant like me very much, Maxie.” Felicity stated. “I don’t possibly know why, either. How’s the eye, by the way?”

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Re: (RP) The Light Box : Art Gallery.
April 18, 2014 10:40PM
Max’s Office

“Sore.” Max said, taking off the dark shades to reveal the full extent of the damage. It was bad. Black, blue even a bit of pink. He was a sad and sorry sight. The dinner party turned into a massive disaster. A dead dog, ruined apartment, broken instruments, lost friends, the end of a relationship. It was the kind of night you just want to forget in a hurry.

“I had no idea Muriel had such a good left hook.” Max lamented, sighing as he went to take a sip from Lucy’s coffee. Glancing up at his sister, the only one who seemed to understand him, he then answered her in regards to Lucy.

“Lucy is very much the brains here. I’m just the pretty boy who brings in the aging birds and gets them to invest.” This was about as honest and raw as he was ever going to be, but that was because he was hurting, both his pride and his eye.

“Thank you for not taking pictures of the dinner party nightmare, I do appreciate your professionalism.”

Max went to his small bar fridge and took out an ice pack, coming back to place it on his face as he leaned back.

“Don’t worry about Lucy, she’ll come around….eventually.”

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Re: (RP) The Light Box : Art Gallery.
April 18, 2014 10:50PM
Max’s Office

When Max slipped off his sunglasses, revealing the damage, Felicity covered her mouth in shock.

“Oh, Maxie. You should put a steak on that.” Felicity sighed.

“I had no idea Muriel had such a good left hook.”

“Hmm…reminds me of the time some red-headed pop star called her a dirty old windbag. I don’t think the lawyers were too happy with her after that one.” she chuckled, trying to get him to smile, but it didn’t seem to be effective. She understood Muriel had been a large part of his life. “I’ll talk to her if you’d like. We’ve had a good working relationship over the years.”

He then tried to explain about Lucy but she simply waved him off.

“You’re a very smart man when you put your mind to it and lay off the drink. Your liver can’t be doing you any favors. What would Mum and Dad think?” she questioned. “They did not spend every penny they had so we could follow our dreams just so you could piss it all way, Maxwell. Maybe it’s time you started to visit AA or something. I worry about you…a lot…when I’m away and I would hate to read in the papers about you dying from alcohol poisoning or drunk driving.”

Felicity was showing a side very few rarely see…but her family, including her brother were a very big part of her life and she didn’t want to lose any of them. Be it by their own stupidity or someone else’s.

“Thank you for not taking pictures of the dinner party nightmare, I do appreciate your professionalism.”

“I admit, I thought about it for half a second…then realized that wasn’t who I am. They’re just as human as the rest of us, just with much less success in their professional lives. They’re entitled to show a bit of freedom every now and again.” she shrugged.

“Don’t worry about Lucy, she’ll come around….eventually.”

“If you say so. I’m going to go finish up my work, then get these pictures over to the printers for your brochures. Lunch at Spagos later?”

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Re: (RP) The Light Box : Art Gallery.
April 18, 2014 11:02PM
Max’s Office

Raw steak was not exactly something that Maxwell kept in his office bar fridge, and though the suggestion was a good one, the ice pack would have to suffice. He took it off momentarily and let out a weak sounding “Ahhh” sound. Yes, it still hurt. His thoughts turned to Muriel and he knew that the relationship had been on the rocks for some time, especially since he had repeatedly knocked back her marriage proposals; four times in a row.

“You are thoughtful, Sis, but to be honest I’m rather glad it’s over. I’d like to perhaps date someone that is at least closer to my age bracket than my own mothers.”

It was true. The dating of the old ducks had worn him ragged. He found them to be more high maintenance than younger women. What he needed was a massive change in how he lived, and that started with his drinking addiction. Max knew that he had probably worn out his liver with his constant nightly binges, but he needed to focus his energies on more practical things. His gallery for starters. Leaving Lucy in charge constantly had made the poor girl into the sad sack that she was. Barely time to herself and always off doing things for the Gallery in her own time. He wondered if she had a home life at all.

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“I don’t think Mother and Father would be too impressed with me now, Sis. Burnt out at 35. You know a good bridge I could jump off?” Was he kidding? It was always hard to tell with him. Hearing his sister explain that she was going to finish the job of taking pictures, he gently waved her off.

“Lunch is wonderful. I shall either arrive by cab or the coroner’s van.”

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The Light Box : Art Gallery. (1) – Ladies Night.

26 Wednesday Feb 2014

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Re: (RP) The Light Box : Art Gallery.
February 24, 2014 06:44AM
A Reluctant Promise Fulfilled

After the luncheon:

Twelve…eleven…ten…. The numbers pulsed in Roísín’s brain as she counted each deliberate step. Eight…seven…six…. Half way up the last flight. The crumbly green painted door hiding safety was just beyond the landing. Four…three…two…landing. Measured steps carried her charged and heaving to Cane 3C. Roísín pressed the key into the knob and turned it with a twitch that should have made her wrist snap, then her feet were over the threshold and she was rushing down the hall to her bedroom door which closed against her back as she slid down to the floor.

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A show. A fucking show. What the hell? No matter how Elias had pestered her she never believed he would go behind her back to make it happen. “The opportunity arose,” he said. Fuck him and fuck his opportunity. Hugging her arms to her chest and leaning forward to press her head against her knees, the woman allowed her breaths to roll in long and deep for several minutes before forcing herself to raise her eyes and confront the greyer of the two smiling faces framed on the dresser table. She couldn’t. Lucy’s card found its way into her hand. It bent back and forth, hot between her fingers. Those eyes, once brown rested on her shoulders while ghostly sensations whispered. There were two things in her life that were sacred: form and melody. The one was already dead, and Roísín was not interested in giving the order to condemn the second. Yet she had.

At Elias’s Studio:

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Elias had not had a straight look from her since taking Roísín to the meeting with Max and Lucy. It was probably for the best; he knew what would be there in her eyes if he did. The girl had even managed to arrange his supplies in an accusatory fashion, or so his riddled mind proclaimed. She might be the first to react so negatively to getting a break, but she was not the first he’d pissed off over the years and certainly wouldn’t be the last. “There’s the last pair of easels for you. Shouldn’t be too heavy I figure,” he offered over his shoulder.

Rather than acknowledge Elias, Roísín continued glaring at the set she had before her, scrutinizing the lot with an intensity such that one would imagine her capable of reordering them with her eyes alone. It was best for her to speak to him as little as possible. Her silence would hold until Roísín’s immediate instinct upon seeing him was not to realign his nose with her right hook. The five plaquettes lining the left side of the studio held her soccer related sculpts while the ones to her back held those from the ring. In the middle was an open space left for the few objects she was unsure of arranging. Perhaps Lucy could offer advice on the matter, but Roísín was disinclined to ask. As the woman was due within the next half hour to examine her work, it was entirely likely that said advice would be given without it being solicited just as her encouragement had been. What Roísín had not yet placed were her few free standing pieces, all of which were standing on a table near the doorway save for the one she had no intention of revealing- a set of hands, the larger folded over the other and the pair bent as to fold over a fret board. It was left huddling under a clouded sheet of plastic in the corner.

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Re: (RP) The Light Box : Art Gallery.
February 24, 2014 06:51PM
Elias’s Studio

Parking her car just outside Elias’s building, Lucy was feeling somewhat apprehensive about this new talent that Elias had recommended for the Light Box gallery. Normally, clients were often thrilled, elated to have the chance to show off their creations in such a setting, and the media coverage that followed always led to bigger and better things. But at that lunch, Lucy felt that girl was not only unprepared for the meeting itself, but had been oblivious to the deals being made without her actual consent. She didn’t even have her own studio, for god’s sake.

Turning off the engine, Lucy sat with her fingers curled around the steering wheel – her lips pursed as she tried to weigh up in her mind whether or not this was such a good idea. Everything hung on what her quality of work was, if she had enough pieces, and if there was individual items that would capture the attention of buyers before the exhibition was launched. Elias had not let her down in the past with his protege’s, but this one seemed different. Lucy was pretty sure the girl didn’t trust her, which wasn’t totally unexpected, since they hadn’t really gotten to know each other, and business lunches tended to be more about the food than the actual dealing of business.

Releasing the wheel from her grip, she turned to reach for her briefcase and cell phone, before one last check in the rear vision mirror, and then opening her car door. It was a fairly mild day, and Lucy was dressed in a designer suit with skirt in charcoal grey, sheer stockings and black pumps. Clicking on the car alarm, she headed up to the building that was on Elias’s business card. It was in a part of town, known for the more eccentric artistic types – poets, painters and lovers of weed. She was pretty sure there was a commune nearby, and by the look of some of the local shop fronts, it was still the age of Aquarius in that part of the city.

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Entering the foyer, she headed to the lift, and went up to Elias’s apartment floor, where she wandered down the hall, and reached his large steel door. Not seeing a bell, or intercom, she pounded on the door loudly, hoping that Roisin and Elias were there for her pre-showing inspection.

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Re: (RP) The Light Box : Art Gallery.
February 24, 2014 10:01PM
Elias’s Studio

Shaking his head with a wry grin; Roísín would come around. Scuffing his boots along the concrete floor, the man exited the room intent upon inspecting his paint cabinet to ascertain whether or not a paint ball run would need to be made before he continued working on his recent project. No sooner had he pulled open wooden door than the audible knocking of a guest reached his ears. Ah-that would be the door. Spinning like some construction working with a penchant for frequent pirouettes, he went to answer it though he did so without haste. It would not be surprising if Lucy was beginning to grow impatient by the time he opened it to greet her. Elias leaned against the frame and offered her a cheeky smile. “Why dearest Lucy, whatever could have happened for you to grace me with your impeccable presence?” he drawled as if he didn’t know, giving her a once over. Oh, he was fond of looking, this on, but it was never in a predatory or demeaning way. He then straightened and opened the door. Throwing his right arm out, he ushered her inside: “The ever pleasant Roísín is in the back.” He would not be in the least surprised if she had in fact heard them but chose to pretend as if she had not. The man was also waiting for the inevitable round of questions about the girl and her antics, to say nothing of his role in bringing her to the lunch meeting.

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February 25, 2014 01:55AM
Elias’s Studio

Lucy was starting to wonder if the eccentric artist was even in his studio with the time that it took for someone to answer her knocks. Sure enough however, the grind of the rollers under the large door was heard as it was shunted back only to reveal the smug looking artist on the other side. He of course acted very much like the cat that ate the canary, and put on a performance as he leaned against the door frame, being so bold to put on a false air with his accent.

“Why dearest Lucy, whatever could have happened for you to grace me with your impeccable presence?” 

“Very funny Elias, I think you and I both know the answer to that question.” Lucy played along as she gripped her briefcase and looked past him into his studio in search of the young protege’ before settling back on him. “Is Roisin here?”

“The ever pleasant Roísín is in the back.” 

~Ever pleasant? More like ever guarded.~ Lucy thought to herself, as she glided in the door. The studio was in its usual state as you can imagine, with new works of art, much paint splatter from over shot paint balls, easels, draped plastic wrapped canvases, and of course down the back was Roisin’s own sculptures and work. The five plaquettes lining the left side of the studio held Roisin’s soccer related sculpts and there were more in behind her. Setting down her briefcase, Lucy took out her camera, and placed it around her neck, toying with the cap, as she then approached Roisin. Her hand outstretched she said.

“It’s a delight to see you again, Roisin. Do you mind if I take some pictures of your pieces, so that I can work out how to display them in the gallery. For size and also a couple of shots that can be used for the catalog. I imagine that you do wish to sell some of them.” Lucy remained business like, not trying to pretend to be the girl’s new friend.

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Re: (RP) The Light Box : Art Gallery.
February 26, 2014 09:26AM
Elias’s Studio

At last Lucy showed up. Roísín had placed the last of her free standing samples and was standing with her back to Elias and Lucy as they entered. She remained as silent as Elias had imagined she would, yet thankfully, the edger had faded somewhat from her features when she at last turned around to acknowledge them. Her hair, curling down to the neck of her opened green and black plaid flannel button down, was pulled back with her usual black bandana and her grey tank was smeared with clay. The jeans she wore were so smattered with artistic detritus that one would be hard pressed to discern exactly what color they had been originally. Roísín was an altogether perfect rendition of a studio rat as Elias liked to call his ilk, and a saucy one to be sure.

Lucy was entirely correct in her interpretation of the girl’s boundaries, so her choice to approach this encounter with a comparatively formal manner was rewarded. Instead of answering in clipped sentences, Roísín made an effort towards civility in her response: “Go ahead. I can’t imagine what price any of these would bring, however.” Arms crossed over her chest, she lifted a finger and pointed towards her right before explaining, “These are focused on my experiences with teammates.” Raising a finger on her opposite hand and dipping her head the other way she continued, “Those are impressions of boxing matches, and these behind me were created from various ideas.” Stoic green hues returned to Lucy’s face upon the cessation of speaking. Their cagey mistress took an unconscious step backwards to block the partially exposed plinth with the plastic shrouded hand sculpture which had not been placed for viewing.

Elias said nothing, simply scratching his head and nodding calmly. To her credit Roísín was behaving better than he expected considering she was still in the room and had even offered a meager explanation of what she had made. She could have at least offered details on the medium, but Lucy would ask, he was sure. The plaqquettes varied in size but none were larger than 3×3 ft. or smaller than 5×4 in and were appeared to all be made of either bronze or some mix of tile and clay. The sculptures were of similar materials and heights. In his opinion, Roísín had a keen eye for details which manifested her subjects’ inner monologues in ways few others could. Roísín knew how to articulate a body in such a way as to allow for transparent communication without appearing forced or dishonest. He did wonder what was under the tarp behind her.

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Re: (RP) The Light Box : Art Gallery.
February 26, 2014 03:23PM
Elias’s Studio

Lucy set down her briefcase on the nearest table that had a clear open spot. She unclipped it and the bag opened, so Lucy could take out her lap top, as well as an artist’s sketch pad, with pencil. Setting that aside and flipping open the pad, you could see a layout of the art gallery that had everything marked in it, so that when the exhibition was on, Lucy could pin point where all the pieces that Roisin had in their perfect positions. It was pretty clear that Lucy was well prepared, and she reached for her glasses case, taking out a pair of Christian Dior glasses and slipping them on, whilst the clay and paint splattered Roisin spoke about each part of her collection – their inspiration and also that she had no real clue as to how much they would be worth to the buyer. Lucy merely nodded, and made a notation on the top of her note pad, before taking up her camera and approaching each piece, taking angled shots of about eight per piece. She went about this with a light musical hum as she snapped away, walking back and taking more notes on size and then working out placement on the sketch pad.

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The fact that each section of the collection had been inspired by sporting moments and the girl’s experiences, had Lucy smile as she came up with ideas for how to present them in a catalog. Once she had taken all the pictures required, she took out the memory card and connected it into her lap top, before madly typing in on the keys the various sporting style graphics that could be used. She was able to create a template for what would be the presentation catalog header as well as the number of pieces available. As for the prices, that was to be discerned later back at the office after some research on what the going rate would be. Lucy turned her lap top for Roisin and Elias to see, and there was the makings of the brochure on the screen, featuring both boxing and football images in blended colours. Roisin’s name as well as a bit of an introduction into the artist was also in bold type, along with the gallery opening hours and the contact details.

“This is what I have come up with so far as to what we will be giving interested clients. I will be working off that for our media campaigns.”

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While the pair would be checking out the designs, Lucy stepped back to her sketch pad, and was sketching out where each piece would go, marking units with model numbers, as she kept looking back at each of the pieces and making mental notes.

It was while she was doing a final run through, she happened to spot the tarp covered mystery item at the back, the one Roisin had been trying to hide. Lucy pointed at it with her pencil.

“Is that item over there, the shrouded piece part of the showing, or a piece of Elias’s work?” Lucy was curious as to what was behind the tarp.

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The Light Box – Ladies Night.

22 Saturday Feb 2014

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(RP) The Light Box : Art Gallery.
February 22, 2014 12:46AM
The Light Box : Art Gallery

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The Light Box Art Gallery is one of Seattle’s best known hot spots for local and international talent to showcase their latest creations.

Curator : Maxell Hines.

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Re: (RP) The Light Box : Art Gallery.
February 22, 2014 01:07AM
The Light Box – Maxwell’s office.

The phones were ringing off the hook as Maxwell’s secretary; Lucy Bardwell was madly trying to take down details of the many interested guests that wished to get advance tickets to the showing of the Lazeros Collection. News had hit the streets early, earlier than expected, and it had been Maxwell’s own doing, after he got drunk at a society ball, and blurted the fact that Giano Lazeros was going to be showing his collection of erotic black and white photographs at the Light box. Maxwell was almost tearing his hair out, going as far to take the phone off the hook and dump it in the waste paper basket.

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Lucy quickly knocked on the door, and carried with her an armful of notes of the expected guests.

“Well, it’s a sell out. We could have people pay to just stare through the windows. Congrats Maxwell, you did it and you don’t even know how.” the secretary dumped the pile of notes on his desk and then huffed.

“We still have an opening in two weeks as a lead up to the Lazeros collection, got anyone in mind who can grace the halls with their work on such short notice?” Lucy knew that it was imperative that they keep the ball rolling. Continued interest on the lead up to the Lazeros meant more advertising and also keeping the society dolls tittering about Max’s gallery.

“I was thinking…a sculptor. Something…different, fresh….local. Ideas?” Maxwell asked, placing his hands together as though in prayer under his chin. Puppy dog eyes usually work with his secretary. Lucy was shocked. Surely he knew all the local artists by now, or was he too busy fraternizing with the society dames and their fat purses to even notice. She had to wonder at times.

“You really don’t have a clue do you, Max?”

“Course not…that is why I hired you. YOU make me look good.” He then flashed his trademark smile, only to have her roll her eyes and turn on her heel. “Well when you get your nose out from Mrs Hancock’s ass, and take a look around, maybe you would be good at spotting local talent.” At this she slammed the door, leaving Maxwell looking perplexed.

Out in her own office, Lucy started to go through her Rolodex to see just who the local sculptors were, and who might be available to do a showing.

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Re: (RP) The Light Box : Art Gallery.
February 22, 2014 05:39AM
Ladies Night Live Role play on the Client IMVU – 22nd February, 2014

”A Date with Destiny.”

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Morinehtar

Location – The Light Box/ Elias’s Studio

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Morinehtar: Lucy, irritated, rifled through her contacts. Her fingers would soon come to the J’s after a likely bout of impatient grumbling as she ticked off artist after artist as either being unavailable or unsatisfactory, owing to the fewer numbers of sculptors than painters, sketch artists, and especially photographers. James, Elias L. would jump at her as a reliable name, for he was always up for most anything, or at least, knew someone else who would be. The thought of the grey haired old hippie biker could calm her. He had that way about him, after all. Always had a cool head about him too, though he never seemed one for staying in anyone place for too long a time, despite his consistent return to Seattle. Must be something about the coffee shops and the proximity to so many communes.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Reaching for the phone, she tapped in Elias’s number and then waited, curling the phone cord around her finger as she stared out of her office into the gallery. The buzz sound indicated it was at least ringing, which was a miracle in itself Elias’s was not really one for the joys of modern technology, and in fact she was surprised he even had a phone. :: In Elias’s studio he was just putting the finishing touches to his latest masterpiece, using a paintball gun as his tool of trade. Taking off his mask, he heard the cheerful ring of his phone, and his face creased, wondering who would be calling at this hour. He had a suspicion of course. Placing down the paintball gun on the nearest bench and wiping his hand on a rag, he picked up the receiver. “I sent the cheque last week, Ferdinand, so stop pestering me.” Lucy had to hold back from her laughter as it seemed that Elias thought she was a creditor chasing him down for payment. “Er…no Elias, its Lucy Bardwell from the Light Box Gallery. I want to pick your brain for a second. We are in need of a local artist, preferably a sculptor to do a showing in a fortnight. Happen to know of any bright new talent keen for some exposure?”<3>

Morinehtar: “Ah, Lucy, you’re certainly another kettle of fish. How have you been? And of course you’re welcome to pick my rotten old brain any day,” he answered, swinging around to sit on his dusty supply table. “Any new talent? Local ya say? Yes. I know a sculptor for it-Irish lass, but her mom’s from Seattle and so the girl’s been her the last ten years. Name’s Roísín, and she’s been helping me out around the studio lately. Her work tends to be relief. She’s still experimenting with her base but has plenty of good pieces, should be enough for a show. I’ll have to talk her into it though.”

CharlotteCarrendar: – So far Lucy was liking the story. An Irish girl with a mother who was born and bred in Seattle. People love to read about the starting of fresh talent, not just what they can create so instantly this girl; Roisin sounded very interesting indeed. Lucy tapped her pencil on her notepad, as she listened to Elias give her the rundown of what this girl is about. The fact she was still experimenting, meant that her work would indeed be fresh. As well as having enough for a collection, this girl sounded ideal. “Well is there any chance you could help us set up a meeting. I know Maxwell would be more than delighted to make it a luncheon at the Shay Bruno’s on West street. Our treat of course.” Lucy was hopeful that Elias could persuade the girl. Afterall, to a new artist this was a great opportunity for exposure both locally, and in the nation’s papers. <3>

Morinehtar: “Oh sure, I can get her to a meeting, no problem. You all might need to indulge her tendencies a bit; you know how new artists are. But Max will love her, I’m sure. I can have her there tomorrow if you want. 12:30 sound good?” His tone was pleasant, but Lucy might well note the mischievous tint to it all the same. He had a healthy serving of the prankster in him, humor if you like, but he had never yet set her astray on anyone and had no intention of doing so now. The grin on his face was far more to do with his imagining Roísín’s face than it was with Lucy and Max’s reaction.

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CharlotteCarrendar: – ~Indulge her tendencies?~ Why, Lucy and Max were practically experts when it came to treating artists with kid gloves. Lucy found this amusing to say the least. Elias assured her that Max would love her. Course, Max loves just about anything in a skirt, and even more so if that skirt could make him money. This was all going swimmingly, especially when Elias said that he could have her there at 12.30. “That sounds perfect, Elias. I knew I could count on you to come up with just the person we need. “I’ll go ahead and make the reservation and we shall see you at 12.30.” With her free hand, Lucy was already tapping in the details of the restaurant on her computer, as she went through the rounding up of the call. “Till tomorrow, good day Elias.” Lucy hung up and sung out to her boss; Maxwell who had finally decided to venture out of his own office to tend to a client that just walked in the door. “You can thank me later Max. We have a lunch date tomorrow with Seattle’s next big thing.” Max stopped by the door, taking Lucy at her word. “Well, let’s hope she doesn’t have a BIG appetite.” <3>

Morinehtar: Roísín did not have a big appetite, and when she saw the name of the place Elias was dragging her into, she called him up on it: “What are we doing at a restaurant? You said we were meeting one of your clients; you never meet them at restaurants.” Elias stepped out of the car with his eyes twinkling. “I never said it was a client, only that it was business. Besides, some of my contact prefer bougier settings,” he explained casually. Shutting the door, he walked up to the entrance and informed the hostess that he was meeting a party reserved under the name Hines. The name was of course on the list. So by the time Roísín had warily followed Elias out of the car and into the restaurant, suspicion written all over her face, the woman was leading them towards the awaiting table.

CharlotteCarrendar:- Maxwell and Lucy had of course gotten to the restaurant earlier, mainly because happy hour started at midday, and Max did so enjoy a nice lager before his lunch meal. He had been perusing the menu, when Lucy gave him a kick under the table, as Elias and his young friend approached. “Manners.” Lucy growled as she rose to standing, with Max dropping his menu is surprise, then doing up his jacket as he reached to shake Elias’s hand. “So lovely you could both come. Oh and this must be the very talented Roisin that we have been hearing all about. Might I say you look incredible. Please, won’t you both have a seat.” He asked, gesturing where they would be able to sit, as Lucy offered Roisin a polite smile. “We know this is such short notice, but we are just incredibly eager to learn a bit more about your pieces.” The waiter brought over more menus, whilst another topped up the water glasses. It was a classy establishment, and a single meal was at least fifty dollars at a starting price. <3>

Morinehtar: They were lead over to a couple seated one of the more select tables. Initially Roísín though they were married, but if that was the case the man looked at her much more openly than she would have expected. Elias smiled and took the offered hand. Roísín simply nodded. Her eyes widened at the man’s compliment; why was he calling Elias’s assistant talented? She momentarily debated the how useful it would be if she could mentally draw her wavy red hair closed like a curtain over her face before the woman asked them to sit. They both did as requested though Elias managed it much more gracefully. The whole place made Roísín feel underdressed in her black jeans and grey blouse. As the woman continued, Elias’s *favor* became abundantly clear: “We know this is such short notice, but we are just incredibly eager to learn a bit more about your pieces.” The green eyed girl’s mouth promptly fell open without any sound following. Astonishment radiated from her for a solid second before she turned her head and set her jaw in that stubborn way Elias knew well. But he had anticipated this and made a point to cut in before she could say a word: “Surprise! I wanted to spare you the anxiety I had leading up to my first show luncheon, so I thought it best to wait until you had met Maxell Hines and his assistant, the lovely Lucy Bardwell.” He gestured to each of them in turn, then continued with, “Maxell is the curator at The Light Box, the best set gallery in Seattle, and he wants to show your sculptures.” Roísín’s expression was once more stunned.

CharlotteCarrendar: – “That’s right. That’s right. We have an opening in two weeks time for a promising artist such as yourself, to put forth a collection that I am sure will have the art critics of Seattle raving.” Maxwell knew how to put on the charm as it were when he felt it was needed. Lucy on the other hand could see that the girl was shocked by all the attention, and this had her wonder just how green the girl was. A sideways glance at the chuff Elias proved her right. He always had been a cheeky bastard at the best of times. Lucy decided however to play along with the charade, nodding at appropriate intervals, and trying her darndest not to interject whilst Max did his pitch. “So, really all we ask is that you enjoy this sumptuous feast we are about to partake in, and then we can get down to the details of legal paperwork; you know all that boring stuff.” Max picked up his beer and then charged his glass. “To good business.” Would she follow suit? <3>

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Morinehtar: Elias was dead, dead dead dead. How had she not seen this coming? The man had been egging her to show her work for weeks, and she couldn’t remember the last time they had met anyone for business on a weekend. What was worse, she’d already fucking agreed to it: “Roísín, mind if I call in that favor you owe me? I’ve got a meeting to go to and I’d rather have a wing man. Besides, I’m sure they’ll ask you to help with whatever it is they’re wanting. My assistants have had to with them in the past. So could you do that for me and come along?” The thought that most of his former assistants were now working in their own studios in various cities around the world hadn’t tipped her. Why would it have? She also shouldn’t make Elias look like an ass in front of the curator and his secretary even if she felt it warranted. Bugger all. “Too good business,” Max said with a raise of his glass. Resigning herself, she lifted her water glass along with Elias and echoed the phrase, “good business,” with as much pleasantry as she could muster. It wasn’t much, which the other pair would probably chalk up to her being shell shocked. Roísín buried her nose in the ridiculously priced menu.

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CharlotteCarrendar: – Max was thrilled. Lucy was somewhat relieved but in the back of her mind she had a nagging doubt. Elias was his usual self, ready to enjoy what would be a fantastic lunch, while a shell shocked Roisin seemed to be in agreeance. But was she really? Her face now buried behind the large maroon and gold trimmed menu, gave Lucy the chance to whisper to Max, who was already getting ready to place his order. “Why do I feel like I just watched the signing of one’s soul to the devil?” her voice so low it would be hard to pick up. Max looked up from his menu and made a “hmm?” sound, before he went to look at the girl who was now hiding behind the menu. “Probably nerves, Lucy. I wouldn’t read too much into it.” Lucy was still not convinced, and while Max was giving his order to the waitor, Lucy asked Roisin. “Would it be at all possible for me to perhaps come to your studio as a pre show inspection. If you don’t mind of course.” This was to test the waters, and also get to talk to the girl one on one. No men, no pressure. <3>

Morinehtar: File minion, fancy fish, and rich pasta all under names Roísín was doubtful about being able to pronounce, let alone enjoy. Did they have burgers? She found the nearest thing to it in the form of a ritzy looking chicken salad sandwich in the back before the cocktail listings. Deciding that would have to do, she looked up at Lucy with her brow furrowed, reminding herself not to slouch into her seat. “Oh-I don’t have one,” she blurted. The statement could well have given Lucy a start given her doubts, but Roísín was not long in offering an explanation: “I use Elias’s. That’s part of the deal we had. I help him out and instead of paying me, he lets me use the space and some of his stuff.” Elias had naturally ordered a steak, not having even looked at the menu. So the waiter was now at Roísín’s shoulder. “The chicken salad sandwich and fries, please. Oh, and a beer,” she ordered. The alcohol would be needed.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Maxwell had ordered a lobster mornay with Italian salad, crusty rolls and another lager, while Lucy went simply for a chicken Caesar salad and a glass of sparkling white wine. They had both frequented this restaurant before and had firm favourites that they had nearly every time they dined there. Maxwell enjoyed his beer, whilst taking out his iphone and scrolling through messages, as Lucy was the one in charge. It was like watching a Mother babysitting her son at the dinner table. Lucy’s expression became strained when Roisin admitted she didn’t have a studio or place of her own to store her creations, and she used Elias’s. A quick save by the young Irish lass averted more questions, as Lucy reached for her water glass and took a large sip, before placing her glass down again. “I see. Well I am sure after the success of your first showing, that you will have your own place in no time. After all, this is how most of the city’s up and coming are noticed.” She spoke truthfully at that statement, as their meals were brought out from the kitchens, and placed before them in order of who ordered first. <3>

CharlotteCarrendar: – “Ah yes, the most talented photographer in all of Europe is going to be doing a world tour and our own gallery snagged the rights to have his work shown the week after Roisin’s showing.” Maxwell said with a smile, holding a fork full of lobster aloft. He was very proud of the fact he managed to secure the deal with Giano Lazeros. Setting down his fork, he put his hands together and then let out a sigh of contentment. “Giano captures the richness and fullness of the female form in the throes of ecstasy and desire. You only have to see his work, to realize just how passionate he is about his craft.” One had to wonder if Maxwell favoured the work above the artist. Maxwell picked up his fork again and started eating, while Lucy decided to move around the table to a seat closer to Roison while the men engaged in a discussion about finance. Lucy leaned over to Roison and whispered. “I know this must be a bit much, the food. Max being, well Max. For which I am sorry.” <3>

Morinehtar: Elias nodded, grinning. “I’m not surprised. Tenacity is not a trait which you lack, nor is charm. How many galleries will he be showing in?” Lucy moved momentarily drew his attention by moving around the table to be nearer to Roísín, the latter of whom was busily acquainting herself with her chicken salad sandwich as if it were speaking the most luscious of love rhymes to her face. The girl’s eyes suggested a viper had taken a seat next to her. Elias chuckled inwardly. She would learn. He turned back to Max. Stalling to think of response, Roísín took her time chewing and swallowing. Finally nodding, she said, “Oh, yeah..Max is luxuriant.” Roísín was not terribly particular about the volume of her voice.

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CharlotteCarrendar: – “Only twelve galleries across the US have been given access to his work, so when you think of all the cities that are missing out, sucks to be them. Aha.” Max replied, chuff as always. He had wolfed down his meal in record time and was now on his third glass of lager. No doubt he wouldn’t be capable of much in the afternoon, other than sleep off the drink in his office, while Lucy continued to run the show. Lucy for the time being was attempting to get better acquainted with the young artist who remarked that Max was luxuriant. At that precise moment, Max let out a loud belching sound, followed by a chuckle and excusing himself profusely. Lucy sighed, and she happened to agree with Roisin’s observation. “Indeed he is.” The waiter brought around the bill in a fine leather binder, which Lucy took and whipped out her platinum diner’s club card and then scribbled her signature on the tab, while leaving the card in the binder and handing it back to the waiter. Lunch, and the meeting was over. Lucy rose to standing and then said to Elias. “We will have our legal team send over the contract and insurance details that will be required, and after that we start the promotional campaign, which I will provide you with a brief for.” She snapped her fingers, as Max finally came up for air, after checking his iphone again. “Time we were heading back to the gallery, Max.” Max grumbled about wanting another beer, to which Lucy shook her head. “Maybe with dinner.” She smiled at Roisin and said. We’ll be in touch.” At this she handed over her business card, and then smartly led the inebriated Maxwell out to the car park. <3>

Morinehtar: “Ah, indeed. Well done,” Elias congratulated. He himself was only three fourths into his first beer and would not be finished in time to consume another, though he had certainly done a number on his most delicious steak. Roísín offed the last of her fries as the waiter came around with the bill. Lucy directed the now bubbly Max like a mother, a think which did not instil confidence in Roísín. That said, Lucy appeared more than capable as well as kind, at least in manner. It would take many more encounters and a good deal of time before Roísín would full trust that the woman was not fronting. If she knew anything about the world of art, it was that it was often rife with two-faced slander as well as ignorant ass holes. Once the card was back, Lucy rose and offered her card to Roísín who took it and placed it into her pocket: “Thanks.” She and Elias watched the pair depart. Once they were out the door and out of sight, Roísín turned to the grey haired figure beside her: “I’m going to kill you.” His laugh rang through half the restaurant.

 

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