08-25-2018, 10:40 AM
In perhaps the antithesis to Rialto, no matter how physically similar they are, Catheryn takes about two seconds at the table. It would've been less, but she'd seen the clipboard with a request for them to pen their names, and an innate curiosity had led her to stop to read what's already been written. She completely ignores the cards in favor of picking up the pen and, in the elegant script she hadn't yet lost in the hundred years she's been alive, writes will pay $10 if you kill Rialto. Satisfied with that, Catheryn leans to pick up one of the spray paint cans before making her way to the back of the Pineapple, where everyone is seemingly gathered.
"Heathens, the lot of you," she says, once she sees the new atrocities adorning the walls of an already unsalvageable fruit. Catheryn raises a single eyebrow at Rialto's messy approximation of, what she assumes is, a caricature of her, though makes no move to paint over it. Everything they do tonight will be gone by morning, covered by fresh swathes of colour, such is the nature of San Creado, the vibe of which echoes within the Pineapple, amplified by what Catheryn assumes is years of history.
In other news, she's only here today because of the full moon. It's a special time for all of them, if in different ways. On any other night, she'd probably either be hanging out in her office, or wandering the streets for a stroll. Today, however, she's in the Pineapple, and something tells Catheryn that she's going to regret being here, one way or another. "Try to be more tasteful," she suggests.
[pineapple 1/3]
[graffiti a wall 1/3]
"Heathens, the lot of you," she says, once she sees the new atrocities adorning the walls of an already unsalvageable fruit. Catheryn raises a single eyebrow at Rialto's messy approximation of, what she assumes is, a caricature of her, though makes no move to paint over it. Everything they do tonight will be gone by morning, covered by fresh swathes of colour, such is the nature of San Creado, the vibe of which echoes within the Pineapple, amplified by what Catheryn assumes is years of history.
In other news, she's only here today because of the full moon. It's a special time for all of them, if in different ways. On any other night, she'd probably either be hanging out in her office, or wandering the streets for a stroll. Today, however, she's in the Pineapple, and something tells Catheryn that she's going to regret being here, one way or another. "Try to be more tasteful," she suggests.
[pineapple 1/3]
[graffiti a wall 1/3]
[b][i]moon river, wider than a mile ･ﾟ✧