The Art Show

[jla_capecon]

The doors to the Art Room closed and locked the night before, the judge having requested time alone with the displays. Throughout the night the door was cracked open to allow first beer, then Pepsi (at her insistance) then coffee with copious amounts of chocolate syrup added to it to pass through the door. Around 3:32AM the judge emerged, locking

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[littledrow]

She finally makes her appearance around 10AM. Some careful application of makeup hides the dark circles under her eyes and she actually is wearing something other than ripped up jeans and a black tshirt. Ok it's still black but at least it's a dress...maybe...it's concealing the important bits anyway.

A lit cigarette in hand and a bottle of Pepsi in the other, she wanders throughout the displays, pointedly not showing favoritism to any one piece.

At the moment, she's paused before a full color illustration of Wonder Woman posed like a body builder in a contest. The form is almost too lean, no body fat. The judge is caught with a look of dubious amusement on her face for a moment before she shakes her head giving a soft chuckle.

[jla_capecon]

A fanboy comes up beside her. "Whoa." His eyes bug out. "Uh, I thought she was ... they were ... uh ... whoa."

[littledrow]

She glances to the fan boy and smirks.

"She doesn't really look like that."

[moonanstars]

Comes up behind her and pokes her in the back.

"Nice hangover look."

Grins.

[littledrow]

A wince and a grumble is her instant reply. Then she grimmaces.

"Bite me. Nice lateness." She sticks her tongue out at her.

[moonanstars]

"Whatever I got here and looked at stuff last night, I just didn't drink until dawn." Big grin.

"Which means I can actually see the stuff today...not that it's a plus."

[littledrow]

She makes a face as she looks at a splash page penciled and inked by the same artist. It's an action scene between Batman and...er...someone. The heads are disproportionately small, the shoulder muscles are bulbous, the feet are paddles and the shading is altogether inconsistant.

She gestures towards the page with her bottle of Pepsi though she is careful to be a safe distance away.

"He submitted another piece again."

[jla_capecon]

The fanboy tears his gaze away from the Wonder Woman illustration. "Oh, puhleeze. More pictures of urban legends? Why not enter pictures of Nessie while you're at it?"

[littledrow]

Her brows arch as she blinks for a moment, smirks at Trish with a look in her eye that screams trouble, then turns a smile to the fanboy.

"You don't believe in the Batman?"

[jla_capecon]

"About as much as I believe in Bigfoot," he snorts. "Look, has anyone ever seen this guy? Who wasn't baked or drunk, I mean?"

[littledrow]

"Superman has. And he doesn't drink OR do drugs."

She takes a drag off her cigarette with a look of "I know something you don't know" for the fanboy.

[jla_capecon]

He struggles to find a reasonable objection to that, and finally comes up with "That's what you say," then stomps off.

[moonanstars]

Grimaces at the scratchy lines all over the piece that indicate nothing.

"Why won't he just give up already."

[littledrow]

She grins at the retreating back of the fanboy then sighs to Trish.

"Todd really didn't do us any favors by firing him."

[moonanstars]

"You'd think he would just take all his money and hole up somewhere out of sight. I mean he's been doing this how long and it's just not getting any better at all!" She waves irritated at the piece.

[littledrow]

Another cigarette is lit as she grumbles.

"He thinks he can recreate the explosion of early 90s when he somehow was part of the new style."