Kevin stared at the strange package that had been delivered to him. It was a plain brown envelope with something bulky in it. His name was inked across the front in flowing script, like it had been written by someone educated a hundred years ago -- or maybe a girl ( Read more... )

Kevin was sweeping, he wasn't washing the windows or playing on the computer or tying to make sense of some of the pieces in the exhibit. He was just sitting there, staring at the floor ( Read more... )

There was a duffel bag and an extra surfboard chilling in the sand. Kevin was out riding a wave, a small one, but you wouldn't know if from the way he was yelling in exhilaration.

[ooc: Kevin is here for Cal, but it's an open beach!]

Kevin was sitting behind the desk touching his nipples. The chill air on his walk over had caused them to tense up under this thin t-shirt, and he thought it was really cool. He might have to visit Toby later and see about getting a sweater or something.

There was an exhibit to sweep and some windows to clean, but he would put his shirt back ( Read more... )

The past few weeks of work were finally coming to a head, and Charlotte was both nervous and excited and getting herself worked up into a frenzy with making sure everything was perfect. She couldn't help feeling an overwhelming sense of satisfaction with the exhibit, though. The turnout wasn't huge, but nicely manageable and thankfully not small ( Read more... )

Kevin wasn't exactly sure what he should be doing at work today, so he decided to pretend to be a carpenter. It took him a while to located the small toolbox that had everything one might need to hang art. Grabbing the hammer, some tiny nails, a level, and a small block of scrap wood, he went back to the desk to practice his skills. He also took ( Read more... )

Kevin had found a broom last week, so he thought he would do some actual work today and sweep the gallery.

He got about as far as the reception desk before deciding to take a break and look at pretty pictures on the internet. The broom was quickly forgotten.

The exhibit floor really wasn't that dusty anyway.

Open!

Lucas arrived at work late.

And shirtless.

It wasn't his fault the seagulls attacked and took his shirt away from him. He was lucky not to have been injured in the process.

( Mini Golf Course List )

Kevin wasn't in the best of moods today. That book he had read, well, flipped through, written by the afro dude had said that art could make you happy. Today, looking at the exhibit, all Kevin could see were man parts.

Being single sucked.

The gallery was open.

Kevin was relaxing in the surf. The waves lapping up against him were nice, and he didn't particularly care that his jeans were getting wet ( Read more... )