Gallery of Pele ~*~ OPEN TO ALL~*~

The Bitch Wolf · Big Bad Bitch

Gallery of Pele ~*~ OPEN TO ALL~*~

SeekaClairvoyant · Snake Fodder

Raffaello, Raf to those who know him, he is wandering the streets at times, but mostly stays at his home, a beachfront property that he simply adores, but it does have too much room. A gallery opening, and it is for the nice woman, Loke. Sure, they had their good start, only to have a sort of... weird connection in a way, but it was due to his power. Touch of the hand and well, he can see your past, but mostly and strongly future.

He showered, doing all the aftermath things and then clad in only a pair of white and blue striped boxer shorts, he looks through his large closet, hmm. Pulling out a short-sleeved dress shirt of a forest-green, bringing out that color in his hazel eyes and a suit, from Men's Warehouse, he better like the way he looks!, of black. Shirt is pulled on, then buttoned up and pants are, pleated at the front and back of the legs, pulled on and shirt is tucked into it, which only enhances his upperbody's build, due to how the shirt flows down from broad shoulders to slim waist with flat and very toned abdomen. A black leather belt is slipped through the belt loops and fastened at the front with a simple, silver-plated buckle, black socks and new shoes are tied up, slipped over them. He considers the tie and jacket, foregoing them and he then grabs his wallet, keys and slips them into his respective pockets, that cell phone he had bought is clipped to his belt and he goes to comb his hair, one last time, straightening it and then looking at himself in the mirror, that is set above the sink of the bathroom. He needs a full length one someday, presentable and the top button of his shirt is undone, just at his throat. So, he leaves his house and walks to the gallery's address, checking the sheet.

Stopping about forty-five minutes walk from home and he looks from the sheet to the number on the door, good. Tucking the piece of paper into his pocket and he proceeds to move and open the door and step inside, feeling the cool rush of air, replacing the warmer envelope of outside. But, no sweat upon his body beneath his clothes, no clinging shirt to his back or chest. So, many and he almost panicked as he saw the people milling around. Calm.. he can do this and he looks for someone he may know.

Gone are those leather gloves, instead are matching bracelets of multiple purposed stones, made for him and gifted by Gillian, he can touch without fear of a vision. He has never experienced anything like it, so he is still hesitant, and will be tough going to break habit of not touching. Sighing softly, his hair dry and a bit curled at the back of his shirt's collar, he continues his way, avoiding bumping into others as he moves through the crowd.

Faith · Vampire Reporter Extroardinaire

To say that Faith was an art expert would be, well, not true. Pretty pictures and statues were just that. Pretty. Show her a Pollack and she'd show you a guy who couldn't color within the lines and managed to splater a lot of paint. And if he was so great why wasn't every kinder gardener with finger paints and minimal supervision wasn't showing in galleries the world over? But hey and open bar, an invitation from one art geek, er, critic at work, and the prospect of little cheese cubes on colorful toothpicks were enough to lure even the most jaded out to the Gallery's Opening. Among them, Faith.

It was the free wine and cheese that were her main point of interest. Couple of glasses of free hooch and she was sure even the most bizzare piece would look "absolutely fabulous dahling, look at the way it catches the light, it's so deep and powerful. And it'll match my sofa." Although she was sure that for the price tags that hung on some of the pieces,Faith could not only afford a new sofa, but a new love seat, lounger, and a house to put it in. Yeah, she wasn't exactly into art, but damn if it didn't make her feel like she was in the wrong business.

With a little napkin full of grapes and cheese, she made her through groups of people as they clustered around this piece and that. Some caught her attention, the glass flower type things. Those were pretty, and that made Faith wonder if Ikea had anything like that she could stick in her house for the fraction of the cost. Hmmm, digging out her cell phone she angled the bit of technology at an angle that got the best light and snapped a few shots. That should be enough to help with the interweb shopping hunt. Joy.

Glancing around, Faith saw a flash of something green and moving which sent a thin eyebrow quirking upwards as Faith began to stalk the green thing. Small world, oh how she loved it. Once she was within reaching distance of Raph, Faith promptly reached out and clapped him on the left shoulder as she moved to his right, sporting an evil little smile as she bit into a cube of Cheddar and promptly held up her self made tray of cheese out for Raph, her big blue pools of pure well meaning. "Cheeeeesse?"

SeekaClairvoyant · Snake Fodder

He had just stopped by a sculpture, that he is currently trying to make out, when someone offered cheese to him with some fruit and he blinks, the voice though familiar is not one he has heard often, really just once, but he is pretty good with rememebering them.

Mouth's corners quirk a bit, attempting a smile that will not pass. "Faith, good to see you and..... thank you." He would be polite and take a piece of cheese, popping it into his mouth and he chews, speaking around it, but not doing that 'showing you what the food looks like in my mouth', good covert on it.

"How are you doing? You know Loke, too?" He asks, starting conversation and turning the more prominently green within brown hued eyes towards her to meet her own gaze. She is a pretty woman, funny and had been nice to him despite not knowing that one day. He slips his left hand into his pant's pocket, hiding that missing pinky, it can freak some out.