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[nopride4parents]

Who: nopride4parents and thecrowingtobe
When: Late afternoon (backdated)
Where: Backstage, Felton Theatrical Stage
Summary: Now that she has a job, Gert's trying very hard to actually do it. Claudio just wants to take a break.
Warnings: DINOSAURS

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[thecrowingtobe]

Claudio was no slacker. He worked two point five jobs as well as working construction for free for Newcomers, training with Samus or at the Danger room, dealing with momma Jinx and his house hold, as well as getting his car fixed up. He was a busy guy! Sleeping however happened only once in a while.

This is the point that we shed light on why the painter is missing. It's because he's taking a nice little nap in the back of the theatre, in an area where old props and crates were stacked up, pushed here and there. Old huge rolled up backdrops leaned lined up on a wall, old costumes stock piled and the folded up ripped curtains piled in a corner. They made for a great bed space, out of the way, easy to reach and rather comfy if not a bit dusty. He never minded a bit of dust though.

It's not like he was slacking though. The paint needed to dry before he could do more with it and everything else was taken care of. So, yes, he was silently napping in an out of the way corner

[nopride4parents]

Gert let Old Lace lead the way, her head stooped as she sniffed the floor. Gert still hadn't gotten a chance to go on an in-depth tour of the entire theater, so this was as good a time as any.

"I feel like we should have a torch," she mused as Lace led her away from the higher-traffic areas, who stopped occasionally to raise her head and sniff the air. Gert kept her hand on the dinosaur's flank, not wanting her to get ahead.

They came into a larger storage room, where props, costumes, and backdrops had been shoved into most available spaces. Gert took a look around the room, marveling at the sheer amount of stuff in there. Combined with how out-of-the-way the room was, it was no wonder the 'missing' artist had gone through here, if he wasn't still in the room. She continued looking as Lace moved forward, sniffing out a path to what looked like a makeshift bed... where she stopped, snorting at what appeared to be nothing.

[thecrowingtobe]

[ooc: and a month later, while not realizing this had a tag to it all, Tori returns to post to it none the less. if that ever happens again poke me or tell Annie to deny me her greatness... aka: sorry! Why I never got a notif I donno... or if I did? I fucking forgot. Also, i have no icons so... ignore the shitty ones <3 ]

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A torch light could be useful, as well as set a really good feel to the back of this theatre. Or... just set it all on fire and make room for more clutter. Claudio however wouldn't have noticed the light, nor did he hear anyone coming up to him.

He took only mild notice to the fact that something snorted into the space he was sleeping in. This made him blink, eyes opening to a rather alarmingly close creature. Still invisible he let out a short yelp, the bedding shifting under him. He was invisible but solid at the moment.

"Holyshit! Gret! Scare the hell outta me, why don't ya?" He stated clearly, still surprised but still not visible.