ArchivedLogs:Running Low on Colours

Running Low on Colours
Dramatis Personae Sean, Micah
In Absentia	13 February 2014 Anole's picture is completed and Horus's well under way. They don't tell the /happiest/ stories so far.
Location <NYC> 605 {Sean} - One Sixty-Seven - Upper West Side
The floor plan leans towards an open one, meant to allow light to flood through the apartment when the curtains are set to open. A long comfortable 'L' shaped couch is set in front of a flat screen television though from the look of the couch it tends not to be used that much. A larger part of the space seems devoted to an art work space, with plastic tarp weighted down in a large square area. Canvases on easels, marble blocks, and occasionally a clay spinner is set in the middle to be his medium of choice. The door is left cracked open to Sean's place, and a brown paper bag stapled shut with a receipt on it is sitting in front of the door, the scent coming from it signalling Indian food at least. A sticky note was on the door says “Come in" either way, and from the crack you can see the well lit apartment. The sounds of bouncy electronic music barely make it out into the hall way either way, and the smell of coffee wafts out, almost competing with the delicious smell from the bag. Micah wanders into the building with the look of a person who is in a new place for the first time, eyes moving around a bit too frequently in order to take in the surroundings. He has removed his hat, earwraps, and gloves, all of which are stuffed into the pockets of his unzipped olive puffy coat. A long candy-corn striped scarf hangs open around his shoulders. Visible beneath the outdoor gear is a royal blue sweater over a robin's egg henley, faded fleece-lined bluejeans, and a pair of hiking boots that have been kicked clean of the majority of their clingy slush from outside. A messenger bag hangs at his hip and a pair of neon orange forearm crutches are lashed together and held on his back with a sort of nylon holster. Stopping at the door with the proper address, one eyebrow lofts at the note and the bag of food. Micah stoops to collect the bag, never one to leave food just sitting on the floor. He takes the note from the door, as well, as he knocks on it with three sharp raps. Owing to the note's instruction, he steps just inside, pushing the door closed behind him. Again, his eyes dart around the new surroundings. "Hello?" The place seems a tad bit of a mess, with piles of covers on a sofa, empty Chinese food containers on the counter. However the man sitting at a drawing desk in the middle of the art space seems not to notice, wearing a pair of sweat pants in dark grey and a black teeshirt. A work in progress seems in front of him, and a double tiered set of colored pencils is beside him with another three boxes in plastic wrap sitting beside the wrap. Blinking and looking up at the hello statement, he glances over at the source of the voice. He seems to notice the food bag first. "Oh, you can just set it by the door and go." He blinks again, realizing that the person holding the bag is someone he knows. "Oh! Oh, you're here to get the picture right? Is your husband with you? He had said he had wanted to see some of my other art." "Um...this was outside. I thought it'd be better t'bring it in than t'just leave it sittin' on the floor. Not a good place for food t'be, usually. How are you?" Micah finds a surface to set the bag on for a moment while he removes his shoes, not wanting to track any winter-damp and salt onto Sean's floors. Once the boots are propped beside the door along with his crutches, he collects the food bag and moves closer to Sean in order to avoid shouting conversation across the room. "Apologies, it's just me. Jax's at home in a bakin' frenzy t'prepare for a friend's birthday party tonight. Would've sent him 'stead of me, but my bakin' isn't exactly a /kindness/, much less a present." The corner of his mouth tugs upward in a self-deprecating grin. "But, absolutely. Wanted t'get the picture for Anole an' start havin' people look it over as soon as possible. Don't s'pose y'got t'draw any obvious landmarks?" "I usually just get it when I remember to look. I'm sure its fine." Scratching at a five o'clock shadow, Sean gets out of the chair he's been in for some time now and stretches out a bit with a few pops and cracks. "And no worries. He can look at it all later, whenever." He shrugs a moment and picks up the bag from Micah, popping it open and taking a sniff. "Not bad. And yeah it's ready, I wrapped it up for safety. Didn't want it to get snow salted or anything." He gestures over to a butcher paper wrapping around a large rectangular shape. "Nothing too obvious I'm afraid. There's a brick something or other, kinda columny and some trees out a window. You can look at it yourself, or wait till you're home." He has a thoughtful look on his face. "I've seen it before I think. There aren't too many brick columns around ya'know?" "Oh, y'already got it all wrapped up tidy. That was thoughtful. I won't fuss at it 'til I get back, then. An' I'll send the cheque t'your assistant. That sounds pretty unique, though. I'll get a couple sets of eyes on it. Maybe somebody'll recognise it. Hive's prob'ly a good resource for unique architecture... Hm." Micah collects the package while Sean pokes about his delivery bag. "Y'got an idea about where it is? I mean...y'already spent who knows how long starin' at it, so I'm sure you've got a pretty good idea." "I think it's in the state somewhere at least. It doesn't match anything that I remember from other places I've lived at least, so would have to be hereish if I recognize it. Unless I saw it online, so that doesn't really help." Sean pulls out a piece of pakora and takes a bit. "I didn't really get that detail till the end, and well, I have the other ones to finish up so I didn't wanna spend too much time analyzing. I'm making good progress on the second one though. The one who looks like a bird? Man you guys have interesting friends though. It completely kills my pencil set though. So much green two pictures in a row." He shakes his head and heads over to the art table again and settles in. “Oh. I was hopin' you knew what buildin' it was or somethin'. That's okay, though. We can still get plenty of folks t'look.” Micah chews at his lip. “Could I see the one...with Horus? Or d'you not like people t'look until you're finished? That one sketch was just. So. It didn't look good.” He sighs heavily. “Yeah, we're sure an interestin' bunch. Green's nice.” "Yeah, you can look. Would be too hard to cover up the page ya know?" Sean grinned at that, and took up the aforementioned green as he went back to drawing the page. It looks like the kind of bird exhibit you'd see in a major zoo or animal sanctuary, with the cage area being huge. The bird man within the image is flopped against the cage bars, the details on him being mostly done to the point you can see irritated nares, and feathers obviously having been preened out from nerves. He definitely does not look happy and healthy, and there is a metal mesh wrapped over the cage as well. Still the picture is unfinished as the details farther away from Horus have only bare outlines in graphite, some person-like shape in the background and other sketched out areas possibly being other small bird like shapes and some foliage? Maybe. Its hard to tell with it being incomplete. At the invitation, Micah steps closer and fixes in on the image for some time, eyes quietly searching over the picture. “Oh. Ohgosh, poor Horus. He doesn't look good. But, at least this looks like a place that wants him alive. Like...some kinda /zoo/. That'll buy us time t'find 'im. Is that...a person up there? If we can get a face, maybe we can figure out who it is...” The colour has drained slightly from his own face. His fingers attempt to clench down, but find the picture in his hand and stop for fear of damaging it. "Sorry, it takes time to get it done. And well, as I said I don't really know what part of the picture is the important part so I was just trying to get... Everything? Like I mean a person may not matter, but the make of the cage is. Or the cage isn't but the background foliage is. Or " Sean shakes his head, obviously frustrated by the whole situation. "I never have the problem doing pictures for myself because I Know what I want to draw. With this? It's just kinda cramming lotsa stuff in and hoping for the best." Putting the picture back to safety, he twirls a pencil in his hand, looking to Micah. "You may want to have someone else hold the other picture while you look at it. I think... I think the subject of that drawing is hurt. There were bloodstained bandages." "Apologies, hon. I didn't mean t'make it sound like I was rushin' you. I just...didn't know how this worked. If you'd already seen it all in your head before it came onto the paper, or if you're kinda...figurin' this out even as we do." Micah bites down on his lip, all the harder when Sean mentions Anole being hurt. "I should go. I should take this home an' look an'... Maybe we can figure out where he is. Maybe I'll be able t'assess some of the injuries superficially, at least. Maybe he's close an' we can go after him t'morrow. But. Thank you. Um. I should go." Already, Micah is leaning the picture against his leg while he zips his coat, dons his gloves and earwraps and hat, curls the scarf around his neck. "Please. Don't rush but. Let us know as soon as this one is finished, too? Thank you. Um. Enjoy your dinner. Goodnight." He collects the picture and hurries to the door to fetch his shoes and get home. "I Know the image, but don't really see it you know? It's hard to explain, but that's why I put it into physical form." Sean frowns not sure of just how exactly to explain it. "Like I know that what's up there," he says with a gesture to the corner with the person shape in it, "but I don't really See it? I'll get the drawing done, don't really have the words to explain it, I'm sorry." He shakes his head again and his hand starts flowing over the page as more color starts to fill in. "I'll send your hubby an email when this one is done, though, I really look forward to drawing happy things. Maybe the next time one of your friends goes missing, they'll be shacked up in Hawaii." Glancing at the forgotten bag beside the table, "Oh right food. Er, Yeah I'll eat that sometime. Be careful with the snow," he says with a vague nod as he turns troubled and tired eyes to the image before him, Micah already forgotten.