whosalicewhite: (psychic paper?)
whosalicewhite ([personal profile] whosalicewhite) wrote in [community profile] thecapitol2013-05-11 10:04 pm

[Closed] District 9: Meet the Prawns

Who| Those in District 9 suites, whether they should be there, or not
What| Likely, inter-district arguments, and bad caricatures
Where| District 9 Suites
When| Post arena
Warnings/Notes| Language and likely that's all.

Parker's been redecorating. Considering she can't climb buildings, or steal things (well, a few things from the bitch with the bubbles's room have gone missing) Parker's got one avenue left, art. Usually, her drawings are realistic, without passion. This time, she's gone through many, many different versions trying to make her subjects look as ridiculous as possible.

The bitch with the bubbles has too many matchy-matchy things. (Well, not so much anymore.) The sponsor who is not as intelligent as the seagulls from that movie about finding a fish, cares about appearances too.

It took 37 different pieces of paper, and 3 pencils, sharpened down to nubs, to make them look this horrible. The final pieces are on display, tacked to a focal wall in the suite.




The artist is nearby.
revvinguptheharley: (Thumbs up!)

[personal profile] revvinguptheharley 2013-07-08 02:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh...well...yeah I suppose pride comes into it somewhere." She began rewinding herself into a different pose.

"So what if I gave you chocolate? Does that still count?" because the more chocolate the better.
revvinguptheharley: (Thumbs up!)

[personal profile] revvinguptheharley 2013-07-10 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Naw." Harley sighed but smiled "But I know where to get some chocolate ice cream." She purred like she was holding out the most tempting of bait.
revvinguptheharley: (Default)

/wraping up?

[personal profile] revvinguptheharley 2013-07-12 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Harley has a wicked smile and gives a spin towards the exit.

"Come on~ The first ones on me!"

Oh she knows, and she's eager to see what kind of trouble they could get into on a sugar rush from entirely too much ice cream.

The parlor has no idea what sort of a storm of chaos is on it's way.