Hidden Here Beneath the Fracture, The Beautiful Is Corporeal. The Beautiful Is Real.

[amuseamused]

Taking advantage of the rare sunny day, Jennifer Rose has decided to use her free afternoon to work on her watercolors. With Grant Park just down the street from SAIC, art students are probably a common sight, especially near Lurie Garden. Or perhaps they aren't, since winter doesn't easily let go of Chicago. Either way, Jennifer Rose probably

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[theshameofcain]

All things considered, Bambi's pretty happy to be alive right now, considering she figured she was done for after that conversation with Gwen Cooper. Although, she has a feeling that her time's running short.

So with that in mind, she's trying to appreciate Chicago for what it is, taking in the beauty and the splendor... Okay, that was her intent, but then she remembered that she was a cynic and this town is a rattrap that was pretty shitty before CLF brought the hammer down.

She stops short of the girl painting, careful to avoid her light as she watches, even if she doesn't really care if she's in it or not. She just doesn't want to piss off a muse (yes, she can tell- wings are out and everything, just hidden under her coat).

"I see you found the one spark of hope left in this place," she mutters, fumbling in her pockets for her lighter, an unlit cigarette dangling from her mouth.

[amuseamused]

Jennifer Rose glances up in surprise. She was a little too lost in her work it seems, but she doesn't smudge the ball of purple that's slowly gaining details on the paper. She smiles cheerfully in greeting once she spots the person attached to the voice.

"I'm sure there's more than one flower in bloom right now." She gestures with her paintbrush at the rest of the garden. "This one is certainly the most interesting though."

[theshameofcain]

Bambi makes a hmph sound and continues to fruitlessly pat her pockets to no avail. Oh, her kingdom for Rusty right now- he'd probably have a lighter- but she'd rather avoid him as much as possible for obvious reasons.

"Yeah, well, I won't hold my breath, considering the eternal winter that's all over this place." She pulls the cigarette out of her mouth and studies it forlornly before sticking it back in in dejectedly, and squatting down, speaking in hushed tones, "From one freak to another, just as a precaution? I'd be careful if you start letting loose those muse-y vibes. The local crazies don't need any more inspiration."

Meet Bambi, she has no tact. At all.

[amuseamused]

Jennifer Rose blinks a few times before deciding that she did hear the woman correctly. And then blinks a few more, because she's never had anyone so much as hint that they could tell what she can do. She gives Bambi an innocent and confused smile. "Um, sorry, but what are you talking about? I'm just an art student."