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[monalisablues]

[OOC: AND BECAUSE ELLA IS AN INDECISIVE TWAT, SHE SWITCHED PBs/JOURNAL IMMEDIATELY AFTERWARD. SARAH IS NOW WOUNDABLE. SORRY AND THANK YOU.]In Grant Park, there is a young angel of death. Sixteen going on seventeen, to be exact

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[pplrunincircles]

Elizabeth is walking through Grant Park with a slurpee in hand. It's summer so it's not weird for her to drink a slurpee at this time, not that it would stop her from drinking it if it weren't summer as it's been seen in the past. This time she went with the red slurpee.

She notices the various art supplies first, because they're shiny, and she stops to read the sign... and then notices that there's an angel behind the sign, offering portraits.

That is pretty cool.

"Hi!" She takes a step forward, waving a hand before she's searching around in her pocket. "Have you ever done this before? I think I would have seen you before if you'd done it before or maybe not, it's not like I'm always here. A dollar is super cheap for a portrait, and it'd be kinda neat to see how you portraited me. Cause every portrait would be different. Not that I've ever had a portrait before to compare, but the point is... I would love one! Please. Soon as I can find my dollar bill around in my pocket."

[monalisablues]

Pardon Sarah, Elizabeth.

She's chewing on a tootsie pop and bopping to the beat of a song she's listening to on her iPod. She didn't actually think anyone would stop by and she is ecstatic to find she'd been wrong. She removes the iPod's ear buds and sets the device aside, smiling up at the other angel. "Hey. I have done this before, but mostly outside Looney High and not so much with the Grant Park, but I figured it's always important to broaden your horizons! Or something."

Sarah wrinkles her nose and picks up the large paper pad along with a soft vine charcoal and a kneaded eraser. Her fingers are already stained with it, and they usually are since she's always drawing or painting.

Her shoes, for example, are splashed with bits of acrylic colors she used yesterday. "I'm Sarah and I would love to draw your portrait! Your hair would be awesome to capture on paper. Hair can be tricky."

[pplrunincircles]

Elizabeth does not mind

[monalisablues]

Sarah stares at her for a bit before she laughs. Disjointed or not, Sarah thinks she's funny. And interesting. Part of why she likes to draw and paint so much is she can look at what's interesting around her and turn it into something tangible with her own hands. "I like it okay," she admits, chewing the tip of her drawing pencil. "I mean, I only moved here a year ago. Army brat and all

[thelightofgrace]

Charlie Wellman can't think of anything, really, that's better than spending a Saturday afternoon in Grant Park. Not that the flood had done much for the landscaping, but it's good to get outside and just ... be there. To breathe.

It's hard to breathe when you're cooped up inside all the time, and used to sleeping in tents.

He wanders through, hands in his pockets, and when he spots the girl sitting in the park, offering portraits, he can't help but take up the offer. He moves over to the seat, and sits down with a lazy grin.

"Make sure you get my good side. I don't want my nose to look to big or anything like that."

He's teasing. Mostly. He would appreciate if you kept his nose proportional.

[monalisablues]

"Uh."

Stare.

Why would a beautiful specimen like this one worry about someone not capturing his good side? From where Sarah is sitting, all of his sides are good ones.

... Anyway.

"Think you should probably worry about the size of the head," she says teasingly, once she's recovered. The last thing the guy needs is a ridiculous teenager oggling at him.

[thelightofgrace]

His grin widens a bit. "Hey now. I happen to like the size of my head. Let's not get carried away."

Charlie always did like banter. And he's in a good mood for once, so he's taking advantage of it -- even if it's at this girl's expense.

[monalisablues]

"Yes, sir!" she says, with a small grin and a bit of a salute towards him. Sarah's in a good mood for once herself, usually finding herself in the throes of teenage hormones and all those fun things.

"Anyway, I am Sarah and I will be your artist for the evening. I'll watch out for the nose, promise."

[crashiscoming]

There are things Scout does not have. Those things include, but are not limited to: money, the ability to avoid killing people at all times, and most of her sanity.

There are a few things Scout does have. They include dried blood all over her face, a giant grin showing a few too many teeth, and a blanket tied around her shoulders like a cape. She looks almost superhero-esque, if superheroes were in fact murderous demons.

She's sitting on top of a bench, rather than on the bench seat, and observing Sarah with a fascinated look in her eyes. "Doin'?" she demands vigorously, creeping closer across the bench.

[monalisablues]

The blood is what first draws Sarah's attention. Her eyes widen, albeit slightly, and she's certain her voice is caught in her throat and she won't be able to answer. She opens her mouth and the only thing that leaves it at first is a small breath.

She loves drawing stories, but she's not sure what story Scout has.

"Drawing," she answers calmly, lifting up her sketch pad and showing it to Scout. The fountain in front of them has been drawn almost exactly the same. Sarah's caught between morbid curiosity and her innate self-preservation. "What were you doing?"

[crashiscoming]

Scout doesn't take any notice of any hints at Sarah's apprehension. People have reacted much more violently to her presence, and people have reaction just as calm as Sarah appears to be.

Scout scoots closer to better examine Sarah's picture. She squints at it, and then squints at the fountain before she draws back, cocking her head to the side. "Drawing," she repeats, then looks from the fountain back to Sarah.

"Been watchin', yeah?" she nods. There's a bit of a smirk on her face--she knows probably that Sarah is referencing to the blood that is all over, but it's not Scout's fault, and she doesn't intend to answer if she doesn't want to, thanks very much. Well. She might.

[monalisablues]

Sarah remains still as Scout scoots closer. It doesn't seem like the other girl wants to hurt her, but one can never tell in these parts. Not to mention, there is... blood on her. But Sarah feels like any sudden movements might not be well-received, or maybe she should just stay put and talk to her like she'd talk to anybody.

She was asking for it when she put up that sign, drawing attention. "Watching's good. I like people watching. It's how I find my sketches," she says, risking a glance Scout's way.

"Would you like me to draw you?" Sarah asks. If she's answering questions it's only fair Scout answer a few of her own, right?

[princerat]

A grubby dollar drifts onto the pad of paper.

"Alright, I'm game."

A filth-streaked Wanderer is sitting in front of the angel now. It's not a sudden popping into existence-- it's more like he has always been there. Saul is invisible until he speaks. And when he speaks his voice slithers as if it were from some gutter monster.

Even on a summer day the light shies away from his face. His eyes are filled all with black, like an animal's. The scene might be looking suspiciously like the setup to a horror movie, despite the daylight, but it's all an unintentional consequence of being what he is. He really does just want to see what she'll make of him on paper. He draws and paints often and well enough, but instead of becoming entirely absorbed in his own work he's also gotten more interested in what other artists do. Old established artists and young ones too, like this teenager in the park.

[monalisablues]

Sarah jumps at the sudden appearance of a dollar, and with it... nothing at first. The light from the sun's rays shines directly onto her and she'd see if someone was around. She lifts up her gaze, her hackles rising, as she doesn't feel like she's alone. Her angel senses are registering a Wanderer within close proximity, but she can't see one until--

Oh! There he is. Like he'd been there all along. Odd.

She looks up, eyes widening in surprise. "Jesus," she says, flattening a hand over her chest, which beats wildly within her chest. She knew she'd be meeting interesting people, since it's Chicago and she's inviting them over, but today's taken it to a whole new level. "Give a girl a warning next time, would you?"

Swallowing thickly, refusing to admit she's apprehensive, she nods. "I'm Sarah," she adds, and she lifts up her gaze to study his face before she places the charcoal onto the paper and begins.

[princerat]

Saul spreads his hands and smiles apologetically. He can hear her heart galloping along after his appearance and he feels a bit guilty about that. "Sorry! I don't mean to frighten you with the out-of-nowhere shit. It's, ah, just part of the way things are for me." That's a disclaimer he's had to make often.

"I'm Saul. Good to meet you."

The scent of charcoal and paper flavors the immediate air, bringing back the pleasant memories of his studio 'downstairs' in the storm drain, before everything got wrecked by the recent sudden flood. It makes him content, relaxed. All art materials have a similar association to him-- scents tying themselves back to moments in time, places where work was done, pieces completed.

He'll sit motionless for her as she draws, aside from his restless eyes which keep tabs on his surroundings. If he's quiet and stays still for too long he might start to blend into the scenery.

[monalisablues]

"It's okay! Don't worry about it." The apology brings a smile onto her face again. She doesn't mean to be so jumpy, but she's still somewhat new to Chicago. Some day, she'll get used to it. It's not necessarily bad. There isn't one person she's met that isn't interesting, that doesn't have a story of their own. "It's nice to meet you too, Saul. Thanks for agreeing to be a part of my wacky plan to save up some money today."

Sarah will fall into silence along with him, concentrating on the drawing and the drawing alone. The sounds fade away and everything else gets blotted out of the picture. There's only Saul.

"Is this okay? I still have to add finishing touches, but it's done for the most part..."

In the end, she has to stay true to what she believes she's seeing, even if that means the person she's drawing might not necessarily like what she's seeing. Even if she gets slammed for it. It's something she's still getting a handle on, but she does well for herself, for the most part.