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[Private] Familiarity

Gayle Shaffer | Vampire; Ancient

Posted on Sat Jan 24, 2015 6:58 pm

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Vue Art Gallery | Cold, Light Snow | Nine PM



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Apparel. Hair style.


I was all smiles as I was escorted into the gallery by none other than my favorite associate, Lilah. We walked arm in arm, like two young ones excited about our first prom. No, this wasn't on part with the Oscars or any kind of spectacular pop culture awards ceremony, but this was what Washington had to offer for the night. Not only that, but it had become apparently trendy for the upper class to "lend a hand" to the starving artists, to hold them up, to "accept" them and perhaps be charitable enough to buy a painting or two, pretending to be fascinated by the "raw emotion" they certainly put into the work. Once in a while I found truth to the notion, but most of the time I was reminded how much time the jobless had on their hands. Once in a while, the artist was one of my kind. I'd gotten a hint that this was the case tonight, hence my excitement. Especially when there was an artist with some age, I found myself identifying with the work. More than a few of the pieces colored the walls of my Seattle penthouse.

I nodded to a few socialites I had met before, the mayor of Index, a notable lawyer from Portland, and my own financial adviser. Lilah even said a hello or two, and I sensed a hurry in her step. It was explained the texture of her skin changed. I never preoccupied myself with ridiculous attempts to make myself appear more human - pretending to breathe, be cold, other things of the such. But I took the cue and hurried my pace for the sake of Lilah, my favorite human.

The doorway was held open by a suited man, I was sure was the same man I'd seen here the last time I had visited. His eyes lit up with recognition, and I sent a smile his way. Once entering, I loosened my link with Lilah and we parted ways. Immediately a glass of champagne was placed in my hand and I didn't bother to notice the source - my eyes had already picked up on a painting. Medium sized, laced with greens, golds, and oranges in an impressionist blend. The subject - it was a location I found familiar.

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Lillium Ainsworth |

Posted on Sat Jan 24, 2015 8:00 pm

Moving through the modest crowd within the gallery provided me a profound excitement, one I often experienced at large gatherings. It was akin to being a wolf in sheep's clothing and blending in with the living for a time in close proximity. My senses sang with the chorus of a few dozen heartbeats in the same room, the warmth and scent of life mingling with the aroma of champagne and oil paints. How I do love a gallery opening! Thank goodness that I thought ahead and didn't come hungry. I do so dislike being so distracted by food that I can't admire the artist's works.

My first public foray into my new hometown was shaping up to be a worthwhile experience in more ways than one. The artwork was pleasing in a way that I find few contemporary styles to be, the impressionistic works done cleverly and a few showcasing such a subtle nuance that I was tempted to put in a bid before I reminded myself that my new home was not of a size that would be conducive to such large canvasses. The next highlight of the evening was walking through the door.

The local paper had stated, in its article showcasing the artist and the gallery in which their work was to be displayed, that certain high-profile local benefactors and patrons of the arts would be attending the opening this evening, even going so far as to drop a few names. Of particular interest, that of Gayle Shaffer.

Polite inquiries to certain circles prior to my move had repeatedly mentioned her in both ill and awed connotation. This only contributed to my intrigue, having not had the pleasure of meeting many such elders much less ones that seemed to be actively taking part in this era's technology for the advancement of our race. In short: I found her fascinating before even meeting the woman. I wasn't about to let that get the better of me, though.

I watched her through the crowd as her companion moved away through the throngs of people and a glass of champagne was placed in her palm. And then I decided that stalking was both unnecessary and cliche, so I spend the next moment or two making sure that I was presentable before moving forward in order to introduce myself. This evening my hair was down, hanging in loose curls about my shoulders and standing out in sharp contrast to the pristine white of my sweater. Accented at the waist with a red patent belt and paired with a black pencil skirt and tights, I felt quite sharp. Well. No time like the present.

Taking a moment both to admire the painting Ms. Shaffer was regarding and to allow her to notice my presence, I nevertheless took the initiative to speak first: "Ms. Shaffer? Is that correct? I just moved to Index and felt that it was important that I introduce myself." I pause, but briefly, thinking and then rejecting the notion of presenting one of the business cards tucked away in my red patent clutch. "I'm Lillium Ainsworth."

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Gayle Shaffer | Vampire; Ancient

Posted on Thu Jan 29, 2015 8:26 am

I didn't turn my gaze when I sensed the presence near me, but I did take in what I noticed in my peripheral vision. I admired the polished look - understated yet chic. Her composure was to be admired as well. I was used to it, but I tired of people having the notion that I was unapproachable due to my age, status, etcetera. I was dangerous, sure, but only when needed.

Oh, hello, there, I greeted, turning to her, finally able to admire the full effect of her presentation. I really enjoyed learning what I could about a person through the aesthetic they portrayed. I couldn't be one hundred percent sure of her age, since sometimes strength was simply inherited, but I did sense that she wasn't [i]brand new/i]. Ainsworth, I let the name roll from my tongue, I feel like I should know that name. Either way, it's a pleasure. I thought to reach my hand for a shake, but I didn't. As silly as it may be, I liked the idea of something a little more heartfelt of a greeting between women, especially a woman of my own kind. I could never think anything better, so I did nothing more than give a sincere smile.

I hear the artist behind this opening has something in common with us. Is that something you've heard as well?

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Lillium Ainsworth |

Posted on Thu Jan 29, 2015 8:32 pm

Was she toying with me? Did she know my name or even more than that and was simply hinting or was she being honest and merely making a comment? In all likelihood it was the latter and I was simply being paranoid, but my experiences with other members of the supernatural elite have made it a necessary reaction. But Ms. Shaffer had done nothing so far that could have been construed as a threat so it was best to allow my cooler head to prevail and return kindness with kindness. I smiled, genuine enough that the expression touched my eyes.

"Please, the pleasure is mine. I have heard much about you and so it is quite exciting to finally make your acquaintance." There is a pause, a bit awkward where I feel that my elder might like to engage in a physical greeting but before she moves the moment is gone and she is speaking again. How peculiar, and yet since the hesitation seems to be borne not of distaste but of a kind of uncertainty I cannot help but to find it somewhat charming.

"Yes, I believe that I had heard the same actually. From what I have seen so far the aesthetic is somewhat classic which speaks of a... a certain perspective that comes with time." I watched Ms. Shaffer carefully, hoping that I hadn't spoken out of turn. Some of the older ones, usually the males, were funny about that sort of thing. An incline of my head indicated the painting we stood before. "I always did enjoy impressionism; what's old is new again, it seems."

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Gayle Shaffer | Vampire; Ancient

Posted on Fri Jan 30, 2015 7:19 pm

Curiosity was something that would never fade. If I knew where this vampire was from, who she was around, I wouldn't have to be curious. I would be sure of what sorts of things she had heard on my behalf. I knew that it wasn't all positive, I knew that many in the higher circles had believed I'd lost my mind, that Lilith herself would be coming to deal with me soon. I dabbled in some unsavory work, most knew nothing of it and that alone was difficult work. How do you bribe someone who has unlimited funds? Maybe even a jewel or a painting that could not be paid for by money - someone who even forgot that money still existed because the lack of need for it? You promised them results. You promised them they would be the first to benefit from your results, and that it would happen soon. And then you had collateral.

Oh, well, then I'm sorry, I promise I'm not nearly as exciting as they make me out to be. I realized I hadn't even taken a sip of the champagne. I raised the glass just enough so that the scent was present for me without effort. It wasn't good champagne, and whether it was even true champagne was questionable, but I was used to that in small locations like this. It did, at least, have a more than modest alcohol concentration, which all that I had really needed. I took a modest sip, a weak grin surfacing after the glass was lowered. You'll get used to that... again, and again, and... again. But with each time it's expressed with a certain new perversion. I believe that's why I appreciate artistic gifts from our own - there is an authenticity to it.

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