. (afrit) wrote in repose, @ 2017-12-31 19:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, f eames, sam martin |
[Painting: Sam & Eames]
Who: Sam & Eames
What: A life-model class
Where: University, the Capital
When: Nowish, evening
Warnings/Rating: Language
Sam wasn't taking classes this semester. She had a job on offer for the art department's gallery, and she was totes doing that nights weekly for a few hours. She had to come into the Capital to feed, yeah? So she might as well, and the department had some really gorgeous shit in their collection. It also meant she got to use the studio space at the school, which was open 24/7, and she could sit in on classes if she wanted. So, yeah, she wasn't TAKING classes, but she did go to the modeling classes sometimes. She mostly liked sketching people on the street, huh? Without them knowing she was capturing them, but it was ok to do models sometimes. Tonight, she was doing it for a REASON, tho, and it had nothing to do with art.
Ok, so some punks had totes harassed Leo, and Sam was feeling hella protective of Leo, so it wasn't like she could just let them get AWAY with it so. So, yeah, nah, she'd taken her ass over to Uber Burger on 29th and Grove, and she'd found the bitches that had roughed Leo up, and she'd scared the FUCK out of them. She got them in the dark, outside the place and with a streetlight knocked out, and she'd shown them a hella lotta fang. And Sam was fast, yeah? She'd shown up behind them, in front of them, and she'd mojo'ed the fuck out of them until they were totes locked in their own trunk and screaming to be let out, and THAT was THAT. Ok, so she maybe made it so they didn't really remember her face, and THANKS, D for being a good teacher.
But, yeah, alibis and plausible deniability (she wasn't married to a cop for nothing), so she was seated at a canvas and dressed sloppy, while the evening's model did their thing on the chair in the front of the semi-circle of artists.