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[johnny_rockfort]

On the wall of one of the houses on the Estate (whoever's it may be), there is now no longer a boring harmony of white plaster.

On this wall, is a symphony of colors and of shapes, random yet mad, something hardly recognizable, but if one pays attention to what it is, they will indeed recognize the word for what it is, an elegy to freedom and

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[ohmaiden]

Iphigenia was taking her everyday afternoon walk (what else was there to do, really) when she spied something very, very bizarre. On the side of one of the houses, there was...well...what *was* it? It was some sort of strange painting. She raised an eyebrow and looked around, trying to figure out if this was some sort of joke. She was pretty confused, to say the least.

[johnny_rockfort]

T: He'll tag in, but I'm going to wait for the other inteaction to be a bit more ahead so we know where those two stand, if that's ok. <3

[johnny_rockfort]

T: As it's now plenty clear where they stand...

Looking around? If she looks up, and behind her, she might notice Johnny, sitting no the roof of the neighborhing house.

He couldn't resist hanging around, after all - to see how people would react to his tag.

He's grinning, and observing her, finding her beautiful.

[ohmaiden]

She blushed deeply and smiled, a little embarrassed. "Did you do this?" There was a hint of amazement in her voice.

[toedtheline]

Moritz was still pretty bored. He walked over to the house that Johnny had, uh, decorated. It was something!

He didn't know what to make of it, so he just stood there, scratching his head.

[johnny_rockfort]

You know that thing they say about culprits returning to the scene of the crime?

Can't help it, apparently.

Johnny is going to come by and stand with his elbow on Moritz's shoulder - much like one does with an old buddy.

Looks like you've been adopted, kiddo.

[toedtheline]

He looked up, startled at the sudden touch.

"Guten Tag ... it, uh, looks, um, incredible," he exclaimed, still utterly fascinated.

[johnny_rockfort]

"Hey." Johnny grins. "Hello to you too. Thanks." He looks at the graffiti, kind of proud, actually.

"You think they're going to want to erase it?"

[evryotherday]

Ilse is attempting to walk off her anger after an upsetting encounter with Hanschen. While wiping away tears, she catches a glimpse of the artwork.

It stops her right in her tracks.

"Beautiful," she whispers.

[johnny_rockfort]

Johnny is actually there - he came to see if anyone was going to paint it over. He's ellipsing when he hears her comment.

"Like it?" He asks, friendly, but non-committal.

[evryotherday]

She beams in his direction. "It's inspired!" Inspired was a word she heard often in Priapia. "Are you the artist?"

[johnny_rockfort]

Inspired? Artist? Er.

He's slightly disturbed by her terminology.

"I'm no artist. Just Johnny." He shoves his hands in his pocket, a bit embarassed. "But yeah, I did it." He shrugs. "Look at it as much as you can before they take it away."