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PLAYED BY Haverdashum
Shadow Manipulation / Mental Manipulation
Demon Lord Mammon
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Post by Carter Halifax on Sept 6, 2015 15:38:37 GMT
Carter Halifax And we'll start a fire, and we'll shut it down, 'Til the love runs out, 'til the love runs out.
This was the thing Carter loved most about art galleries. One of the many pinnacles of his achievements. Pay to own was thrown out the window, now it was pay to view. And that was what, was so beautiful about them. The height of modern greed, and in the end the consumer wouldn't own anything at all. It was an evolution that even he couldn't of foreseen. And it was perfect.
It was later in the evening when Carter arrived, the man in the grey button down sweater with its maroon elbow patches. The thick glasses hiding the golden brown eyes as they perused the gallery. White walls and recessed lights with pine colored floors. The sounds of people commenting as he picked up the small leaflet by the door. Slipping out and wandering through, looking at each painting. He had never been a real fan of abstract art, something about it really got on his nerves. The lack of a concrete idea perhaps. But these sorts of things sold these days, he wasn't one to usually argue with a trend.
But why buy when really all it took was a quick hand and steady gaze? Though was there going to really be anything worth stealing? That was the question.
He knew the owner, though they had never honestly spoke. Carter himself rarely dealt with anyone directly. Those he worked for chalked it up to the 'condition' he had but really he never had the time. That was what he would say but truth be told it may be more the latter than the former. Paranoia sometimes made it difficult to deal with the specifics of public situations, even if it was a crime, something he felt comfortable doing.
But tonight he had felt strangely calm about the situation. He seemed to drift from one piece to the next settling in front of a painting he knew rather well. He'd always wanted the original, something about the image had just sat well with him. Probably the fact it had so many eyes so discretely placed but he would have never admitted to something so personal. After all his eyes were his greatest asset. And not just the ones on his face. His hand twitched thinking about it. Come back in tonight, cut it from the frame and have it shipped to the Italian villa. His eternal guest needed something new to look at anyway. However there was the simple matter of the gallery owner before shifting his weight and moving into the next small section a look of puzzlement crossing his features.
This was a painting of an angel. Though not any angel he would have ever known. The details on the feathers, though that startling white was always something he hated. He reached up to rub at his shoulder. That one thing he'd always hated about himself creeping back to the surface before he shrugged it off sliding his hands back into his pockets looking at the placard.
'Calla Montgomery'
Oh, we all want the same thing. Oh, we all run for something. Run for God, for fate, For love, for hate, For gold, for rust, For diamonds, for dust.
Calla Montgomery
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Post by Calla Montgomery on Sept 7, 2015 16:57:02 GMT
It was amazing just how quickly her art had caught onto the art community. Faceless angels in depictions of utter despair. With the rise of the Angel and Demon war, Calla had expected her to be pushed aside by other rising artists due to such hatred towards the species. But, when she submitted her first painting into a low key art gallery, she was immediately bombarded with top executives of well known art galleries who demanded they have her art on their walls. And, just like that, her rise to stardom. She sold about as many as she could produce and had enough money that she didn't know what to do with it. However, it did help to boost her need to have all the best in everything; clothes, cars, jewelry, etc. At least, tonight, she was dressed to impress and it made the smile on her face all the more radiant as she talked with each person who complimented her work.
As much as her public loved her art, she would never tell the secrets behind her work, behind the boy in the Australian outback with the wings of pure obsidian. He had been her inspiration, her model. She'd only stopped drawing in his face when he'd been killed. What would the public think of her if they realized she used an actual demon as her model? That she had a fascination with the beauty of their bodies? She doubted she'd be where she was today...
Movement caught her attention out of the corner of her eye and she looked over to find someone new admiring her art. She took another sip of her champagne before moving towards him, her long silk gown extenuating her curves and long legs. "It's called 'Divine Reckoning'." She told him, gazing at fondness at her art. She turned her attention back to him with a smile. "Are you a collector or a dealer?" she asked him curiously.
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PLAYED BY OOC NAME
PLAYED BY Haverdashum
Shadow Manipulation / Mental Manipulation
Demon Lord Mammon
Heroes always get remembered but you know legends never die. |
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Post by Carter Halifax on Sept 8, 2015 0:33:51 GMT
Carter looked away from the painting finally free after being so lost in thought looking at the woman. Compared to how he was dressed he felt a bit out of place, though then again he was sort of at a loss to care. "Ah a bit of both really." he said removing his hands from his pockets half tempted to ask where she'd gotten the champagne. "A bit of both, sometimes it's hard to just let go of something." Which truth be told it was. He was constantly changing, rotating the stock he had inside his warehouse with the collections he'd keep on his own property. The perks of running a company where no one asked any questions.
"Where are my manners." he politely stuck out his hand. "Carter, Carter Halifax." He smiled holding out his hand before looking back at the painting. It was always so, appealing when he could feel that compulsive need. Though there had been a fine line with how much he could press these days, how much he could mold. But society had done most of the work for him, and as of right now there was no greater example than the woman in front of him. Her dress alone had to of cost a pretty penny. People that just went for it, was always a quality he'd admired...not one he had himself of course. A fistful was always harder to remove from a small pot. Just because someone could get in didn't always mean they could get out again.
"I run the auction house in Long Island, I'm a bit out of my comfort zone but, couldn't resist stopping by." and he laughed. "But enough about me..." he trailed off looking back to her. She wasn't bad on the eyes that much was for sure. There was something familiar about her, as if he might have vaguely recalled seeing her somewhere. But with so many faces to remember these days it was a bit hard to place her's. "It's an exquisite piece..." he paused realizing that he was still looking at her. "The painting...the detail on the feather's is astounding." He would know about that, considering he'd have to look at the loathsome things on his back each time he looked into a mirror. Though the lack of faces, was it a ploy to remove the difficulties of human anatomy or easily something else metaphorical. He never asked about those sorts of things. It ruined the mystery.
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Artist
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Post by Calla Montgomery on Sept 14, 2015 1:25:36 GMT
She couldn't help the blush that crept into her cheeks. There was something rather... charming about him, even if he seemed entirely out of place within the gala. When he introduced himself, she politely offered her own hand, giving his hand a gentle squeeze before introducing herself. "Calla, Calla Montgomery." She hated how her Australian accent came out when she said her name. She guessed she would never actually lose it, no matter how many voice lessons she took. "I'm glad you like the piece. I've been told I have a photographic memory. The feathers are actually from a raven." Lie. But, who had to know, right? She couldn't just explain her fascination with demon wings and her crush she'd found in the Australian desert. She'd be torn down from her fame and left in the street quicker than she could blink.
"An auction house, huh?" she asked, a smirk crossing her face. "What kind of things do you auction?" She could picture any manner of things but the main one was the priceless artifacts and paintings from all over the world and she felt herself growing excited, even if she didn't want to. She lifted her champagne glass to her lips to hide her smile. She was half hoping he'd offer to auction off her art simple because she wanted to be present when items crossed the auction block. It wasn't the art, so much, that interested her. It as the amount of money each piece was worth. She was a rising star in the fortune society but not nearly enough to buy pieces like that. So, she was content with losing her breath at the mere sight of them.
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Shadow Manipulation / Mental Manipulation
Demon Lord Mammon
Heroes always get remembered but you know legends never die. |
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Post by Carter Halifax on Sept 14, 2015 2:41:56 GMT
This was all going rather smoothly now wasn't it? Asmo eat your heart out. He could be just as charming as long as there wasn't a deal about to go south it seemed. The accent was unexpected, it was quite unusual in these parts to hear someone from Australia. He himself often times had gotten quite the double take. Being in America with an English accent was something of a distraction to most people. "Are you from Australia, god finally something other than the New York accent." He had never really been a fan of the harsh sound.
"That is such a fine talent, photographic memories are hard to come by, at least the true ones." he said finally seeing the glasses of champagne finally snagging one for himself. He took a sip before fixing his glasses and went back to talking. If he had truthfully been in the mood he would have known she was lying about something, but really it was all so trivial. The details meaningless in the end. She could have said she studied ostrich's and he would have bought it even then. "Calla..." he seemed to repeat back before making the connection. "You're the artist! I remember reading about you, very good things." He laughed running his free hand through his hair.
"Oh now that is a good question, trust me you'd be surprised, paintings, cars, clothes...you name it. If it can have a price I'll find it...pending a small fee of course." The grin was back on his face. Goddess if there wasn't a thing he loved more than talking about art it was talking about his beloved warehouse. "There's two, the main warehouse over in London, then the sister, here in New York. I've been looking into a Hong Kong expansion but, China seems to be having its difficulties as of late." The economy of this modern age was a tricky one,even for him. And he was it's inventor.
"It's all about making people want things...you know. They have to feel like they need it." He polished off the glass of champagne like it was a cheap shot before continuing. Would he consider showing off for her? Maybe...the crowd here was right for it after all. All he needed was a potential buyer. He was already getting the painting of the bird, he didn't need another. He needed to control his impulses.
"How much were you hoping to get out of this painting tonight, just...ball-park it for me doesn't have to be an exact amount dear." He said playing it off as just a curiosity when really he'd started hunting for a sucker, like a shark in a pool full of seals.
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Post by Calla Montgomery on Sept 20, 2015 21:53:02 GMT
He truly had a gift with words and Calla found herself spell bound by his every word. He had such attention to her accent, even going as far as to make her not feel as embarrassed about it as she usually was. The way he said her name, as if imprinting the letters on to his tongue. She found herself watching, in amazement, as he downed his glass of champagne as if nothing around him bothered him. He wasn't worried about the social etiquette of the gala because he seemed to be on a level much higher than the snobs here. This, alone, had her fascinated by him and a yearning to get to know more of him rose up inside her like a snake. He seemed highly compassionate about his auction house, even going as far as to list the others he owned on various continents of the world.
It's all about making people want things...you know. They have to feel like they need it. Oh she knew very well. She was trapped in this feeling, herself. Growing up, she had been a tom boy, getting down and dirty with her brothers and not bothering to care about her appearance. When the girls in school began to tease her because of this, she found herself sucked into the need to please them. She bought all the newest styles, constantly cut and styled her hair as they came and went and even changed her personality a few times to fit into a crowd. It was part of the reason she was here tonight, wearing a dress that cost her half a fortune and hoping some crazy millionaire would come by and think her piece of art was worth a lot more than it was simply because of the way she carried herself. She didn't know how this man was able to figure such things out so easily but, she was impressed and offered him another smile as he asked his question.
She turned her attention back to the painting, a tugging in her heart as she recognized the lines of his chest of that of her childhood friend, Eric. She'd recreated this very painting many times over and yet, still, the intricacy of his body and wings remained the same. They were things she'd never forget. This painting was worth a lot more than the price tag said. At least, in her opinion. "Oh, I'm not sure about that." she said, bringing her attention back to him. "I let my agent gauge the price. He tries to keep it equal to the rest of the gala so it's not overlooked." She waved her absently as she rolled her eyes. "Something about proper advertising etiquette."
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PLAYED BY OOC NAME
PLAYED BY Haverdashum
Shadow Manipulation / Mental Manipulation
Demon Lord Mammon
Heroes always get remembered but you know legends never die. |
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Post by Carter Halifax on Sept 21, 2015 2:45:29 GMT
Carter would often times forget that alcohol was something to be savored but really he hadn't a taste for the stuff. He would still try to limit himself, only the expensive, wine from the 17th century, whiskey that was aged practically in gold barrels, or might as well have been. Maybe it wasn't the best decision for him to wander in here, dressed as he was and seemingly out of place.
“Ah, so they are the keeper of the keys then?” Oh but of course, the agent would have to get involved.
"Because I do feel like I need this." he said before reaching up to rub at the back of his shoulder. An old habit that had never really gone away.
It had been almost unintended, for material objects to gain some sort of value that would be unattainable. That somehow feelings, thoughts or memories had gotten involved. The small chink in his system of commerce. He'd always thought that was why he'd loved artists so much. How someone could afford to put such attention, small pieces of themselves into something. And then they sell them, some sort of desperation that makes watching all worth while.
The sentimental value, sometimes so strong it can be felt. That was why there was a need for the third party. Sure it was easier to sell when you had someone familiar with the market but even then, things got dicey. He was mulling it over in his mind, size, weight, quality and medium. Those were the things that mattered.
He hadn't forgotten about the other painting, no he still needed that one most of all. But this was something else, a greater plan perhaps? He needed to take home more than just the painting. "If I would be so bold, I'd say upwards of 2000 dollars...but who knows what they'll say." The one peculiar thing about Carter was his honesty on these matters. Compared to some of the other works here it was worthy of at least even half that amount. He might honestly be spending four grand here tonight, the regret welling up like some sort of a sickness.
"If you can't get the details now, that is quite alright.." he reached into the pocket of his jeans taking out the metal case he used to hold his business cards. The imprint of a light purple flower at their center, the gold text metallic against the black paper.
'Wisteria' The word was written under the hanging flower detail with a London address neatly across the bottom. And then he flipped it over pulling the pen from the inside of his cardigan and scribbling a secondary number and the address on the back.
"Before I forgot...can't get too far ahead you know." He finally handed over the card. "I'll be in town for a few more days, business matters but I'd love to continue this conversation. You're an exceptional artist. Why settle for just New York now? There's more to the market than your agent would ever admit to you."
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