Ah the life of a cat

Freya was walking around her her human skin today, it was a rare thing for her to do but she decided that she wanted to cause some trouble. That really meant that she wanted to go out and do some tagging, which was her favorite thing to do on this new campus in which she lived with the lovely Dean. Today she wanted to give Smokers Alley a bit of a beautification if you will. The freshly white painted walls were just itching to be painted and who was Freya to deny a clean canvas some art? Not her, then again she was part of the reason so many places around here got that fresh white coat of paint. Seemed people didn't like all to the art that she put up, but then again dirty images of various students going at it was not seen as art and more of a porno on the wall.

With that in mind, Freya had come up with a new idea for the wall that was empty and bare. After stopping by a hardware store she was able to pick up several cans of spray pain, and when she said pick up she meant shop lifting because she slipped in and out before anyone could never notice she was there. This was the life of an artist, one that seemed to be making a name for herself as rumors flourished throughout the community about who was doing the work.

Standing there with a cigarette in one hand, and spray can in the other, Freya looked over the pencil sketches she had made upon the wall. She then flicked the cigarette butt from her fingers and exhaled the smoke before bringing the mask down over her nose and mouth and began her work of art. Some may find it a hard thing to do with people coming, but Freya could just disappear and reappear when they were gone. As far as the high spots were concerned, nothing a little levitation couldn't handle.

It took her the better part of the day to get the new [Only admins are allowed to see this link] up and she was rather happy with it. The art was slightly disturbing but nothing that would make someone throw up. She tossed the empty spray can over her shoulder and crossed her arms over her chest. Yes, yes that would do perfectly.

Mason was strolling about the campus, clad in a personalized Carolina Hurricanes hockey jersey blue jeans and beat up sneakers, and he was still trying to get a feel for where everything was around the decent sized school, his backpack slung over his shoulder and rollerblades tied together and hanging from behind his neck as he walked about. The boy had already been to most of the major landmarks around the school and as he left the English and Humanities building, he felt like heading towards the gyms to see exactly what the layout was over there. Seeing a gravel path that lead back behind the school in the correct way, Mason shrugged and took the path, looking about as he walked along.

Within a few moments of treading the path, he saw a bunch of cigarette butts and some trash and it dawned on him exactly what lay between the gyms and the main part of the school. "A smoking area..." Mason muttered, looking down for a moment before he caught sight of something that made him stop and chuckle. The intricate designs that were now painted on the wall were definitely eye catching and Mason personally didn't know what to do, whether to run off in a hurry or stop and laugh at the disturbing works.

"Wow, that's definitely err...interesting..." Mason said with a corny smirk and small laugh. "I think that's the first time I've seen that on a wall..." He muttered to himself, glancing about as he looked for the artist, who couldn't be far as the paint seemed still fresh. Mason was very familiar with graffiti as he lived in Charlotte for most of his life, but he had never seen anything like this, another chuckle leaving his throat. "Wow..." He muttered.

Mason stood with a small corny grin on his face as he stood, shaking his head and laughing at the poses on the wall, unaware of anyone else being around at the moment.

Freya was rather happy with the new piece of art she had put on the wall, at least it would give people something to laugh at when they came by. It could actually be awhile before this one got covered up but only time would tell. As she was standing there, her ears twitched at the sound of someone coming her way. She could have disappeared, but decided not to, so she just stood there, covered in various colors of spray painting from her art.

Reaching into her back pocket she pulled out a pack of smokes and placed a cigarette between her lips and lit it as the boy commented on it. "Eh, I've done better." She spoke with the cigarette still between her lip. After she lit the cancer stick she placed the lighter back into the cigarette pack and then back into her pocket before she took hold of the cigarette and exhaled. "It's missing something just don't know what it is yet." She leaned back against the wall behind her studying the piece of art. It just wasn't disturbing enough to her yet.

Freya brought the cigarette back to her lips and inhaled as she looked over to the rather sporty looking kid next to her. "You lost or something?" She asked in a curious fashion, because it didn't look like he was the sort to smoke. Maybe he got lost on his way to practice or something. Not that Freya knew where he was supposed to be she tended to avoid all that.

leaning down, Freya picked up another can of spray paint and began to shake it rapidly as she squinted her eyes a bit. Gawd, it bugged her when she couldn't figure out what she wanted to add to something. Maybe it was all the white that was driving her nuts, as it still looked like a blank canvas but that was the point from the beginning. "Wanna give it a shot?" she asked as she held the can of spray paint out to the boy. Yes, corrupt another Evelyn would love her for that one.

Mason glanced about, not sure why he was still standing about in the smoking area, until his eyes caught sight of the wall painting again. "I wonder how long this thing took..." He said lowly, crossing his arms and chuckling one more time before hearing a voice ring out near him.

"Huh?" Mason said, whipping around quickly as he now saw the artist behind the interesting work. "You've done better? I've gotta say, if this isn't your best, I'm a little afraid to see your best work." He added with a chuckle. Watching her light up, Mason shook his head and grinned. "What could possibly be missing from such a unique piece?"

Continuing to fight being respectful and busting out in laughter, Mason bit his lip as he smiled at the female before him. "Not exactly, I'm just new to the campus and figuring out where everything is." He answered, clearing his throat slightly. "Back towards the gyms and all that."

Mason glanced at Freya curiously, eyebrow raised and all as he wondered why this girl didn't have anything better to do than draw graffiti on the wall near the smoking area. He went wide-eyed and held his hands in front of him as she offered the paint can to him. "Aww, ya know, it sounds really tempting, but I'm not good with drawing and all that, I wouldn't even know what to add to that..." Mason said with a nervous chuckle, a part of him telling him not to do it and the other screaming to paint something.

Freya was always her worst enemy, well no correct that she was the dean's worst enemy. If the piece of art work wouldn't piss the dean off then it wasn't worth having up. It was just all kinds of fun for her to do something that would make the dean see red and right now this just wasn't enough. Though she could take pride in the fact that the dean had yet to find the nice little gift she left at the pool so that was a plus. "This... oh I dunno like 3 hours maybe." She shrugged to his idol question about how much time it had taken.

"You should see the pool, that one is pure genius." She gave a smirk and a laugh as she blew some smoke from her lips. Ya, that one would live on for awhile and she couldn't wait to see Evelyn's head explode at the site of it. "And I dunno I am just thinking it's to white." She hated to leave such valuable space out there in the open like that but nothing was coming to mind.

"Eh, your missing out on some fun, nothing like leaving your mark, but then again you probably leave enough of those on the field huh?" Freya took the lid off of the spray paint can and began to clean up some of the black lines. They were just begging to be touched up. "So Preppy what brings you to Aeternitas University?" She asked in a curious manner as she squinted to avoid getting paint in her eyes.

Mason grinned and nodded his head as he glanced up at the work along with Freya, his mind actually thinking of something she could do to "improve" her wall painting. The boy normally wasn't one for outrageous works such as the one he was staring at, but he also was one that would tell or express what was on his mind, and he could humorously respect Freya's work. "3 hours to come up with all this? That's impressive...uh..." Mason muttered, wondering what her name was.

"The pool? Oh geez, I gotta get over and see that..." Mason said with a big grin. He could only imagine what in the world Freya could have come up in the pool after seeing this. As he snapped out of his thoughts with a shake of his head, Mason contemplated what she had said about it being too white. "Too white...hmm..."

"Well, I do know my way around the ice rink and I have the scars and bruises to prove it." Mason said, crossing his arms as he answered Freya's question about knowing how to leave a mark. "You know, some of the shading is a bit iffy, that would cover a little more canvas and maybe...well..." He said, trailing off a bit as he watched Freya clean up her lines and hearing her question made him raise an eyebrow.

"Preppy?" He asked, looking at the clothes he was wearing. He'd never known a preppie to wear a hockey jersey, blue jeans and beat up tennis shoes. "Well, I'm here on scholarship to play hockey and honestly, I'm not sure what I'm going to study." Mason answered, still a bit taken aback by her question.

"Heh..." Mason huffed, watching with slightly narrowed eyes as his mind screamed for him to pick up a paint can.

Freya had come up with better images in a shorter amount of time but she had been interrupted a few times while making this one so it wasn't her best. She would just have to find a more private place to do her next piece and so she had more time to make it something more then what this is. "Eh, it will do." She spoke as she blew some smoke out of her nose. She wasn't to impressed with it but it would get cleaned up soon and then she could just put something new here.

"Ya, you may wanna hurry, that one is not likely to be there long." She gave a small bit of laughter because it really was a piece to behold. With that in mind she would just have to do something like that again, just to piss the dean off a bit more. "Ah, well at least you know your way around something right? Freya wasn't really into sports, unless it was something like beer pong or something that involved getting drunk as a skunk and having fun.

Her hand moved in swift motions as she cleaned up some of the lines that she had made. Every now and then her hand would stop spraying to shake the can and take a puff from her cigarette. "Nice, I don't actually go here, but I spend a lot of time on campus. More to do." She spoke as she watched him looking at the can, oh how much would it piss the dean off to get a star athlete involved in some vandalism.

"Go ahead, its not like you can mess this up any." She motioned to the cans that could still had some paint in them. If anything Freya was the sort to be a bad influence on students, because well she could. "Come on I do this all the time and never get caught." She gave him a convincing smile, because she did get caught it was just when she wanted to.

Striking up this conversation with Freya was nothing short of interesting, that was for sure, Mason crossing his arms and fuming slightly at the statement from the female, calling him a preppy, he hated that. Turning his attention back to Freya however, He chuckled and shook his head, "If it doesn't cause a stir within a few hours, thats when you can call it shoddy." He muttered.

"That good huh?" Mason asked, laughing as well when Freya chuckled about her work at the pool not being there long. The boy scratched his head as he wondered why this woman liked making all this graffiti around the school, he figured now that it was just to attract attention, but didn't feel like pondering too much about such a thing. "Yeah, I guess I do...thats more than some people can say I guess..." Mason replied, wondering what she meant by that comment.

Continuing to watch Freya, Mason narrowed his eyes a bit more and listened to her talk about how she wasn't a student, but spent a lot of time on campus. "Do you know someone here or is there nothing else to do in town?" He asked, still feeling a bit weary about the woman. Letting out a big sigh, Mason glanced at a couple of the paint cans and shrugged.

"I'm probably going to regret doing this, but life's for living right?" Mason asked, slowly throwing off his hockey jersey to work in a plain black t-shirt. He grabbed a can and started shading in the background, using up some of the white area as he covered it with a darker color.

Freya couldn't help but to smirk about his comment about calling it shoddy if it didn't get attention in a few hours. All of her work got caught pretty quickly, this was just more of a unique place to put it because well it hardly got cleaned up because of the smokers. Still, there was no place on campus that was safe from her tagging, she liked to paint anywhere, her next piece may be in the dean's office. "Ah well this is our painting now so be sure to tell all your friends." She gave him a wink, because now she wasn't the only one who could get in trouble for this but that little part he didn't know.

"Me? No not really, I just feel like art can be better appreciated by the students here and not in town." She gave a shrug as she continued to clean up the lines a bit. It wasn't the truth, she knew a lot of people here but not for the right reasons, though there was that professor that always gave her hidden ideas as to where she should tag. She liked him, but of course she could never tell anyone that they liked each other that would be bad for his job.

"Regret nothing! life isn't life without a little chaos" She smiled as she stepped back for a moment and watched the kid at work. Wasn't bad for a first timer, his lines were rather straight actually. "Not bad kid." She smiled as she set her can down and got another cigarette, she was going to let the kid of some fun before she stepped in again, plus she wanted to smoke a cigarette without wasting half of it.

"Ha! I'll let people in on the painting, its a riot..." Mason said with a big grin. The boy typically was a bit smarter in seeing what scenarios being associated with such an "artwork" could get him into, but the girl didn't seem like someone who would pin it on someone else, would she? He didn't care at this point, Mason was actually making small talk with someone else on the campus.

"Better appreciated by the college crowd? I guess I get it..." Mason replied, shrugging his shoulder slightly. He wasn't sure about her methods or her reasons, but the boy wasn't about to question, as he was entertained by all this and didn't feel a bit concerned that he was discussing vandalism with a complete stranger.

"Chaos?!? I know plenty about chaos, and you've got that exactly right..." Mason laughed to himself as he shook the paint can slightly and got to work shading and straightening lines. "Ya know, this isn't the first time I've assisted in a tag...when you're a varsity athlete, you learn how to tag in opponents' neighborhoods." Mason explained, chuckling slightly as he thought about the times he'd spray painted his high school's shield and mascot on various buildings and landmarks.

((Sorry to do this, but I am going to close this out, but we can start something new. Being away from it for so long I have lost my focus on it.))

Freya knew that the boy didn't understand what it would mean if he actually got caught tagging this school. She knew the dean all to well and knew that he could get in a lot of trouble for this. Hell, she probably shouldn't have invited him to join but she really couldn't help herself, if only because it would make the dean think that there was more then one tagger in the school now.

"I've never been into the whole sports thing myself." She shrugged so she didn't really know about their ways off the field, or hell even on... wait was it even called a field? It didn't really matter it was all really the same to Freya.

Her ears perked up as she heard something off in the distance... someone was coming but did she warn the boy? Absolutely not! 'Hey!' A voice called out as it rounded the corner 'You stop this right now!' The man spoke, but he was clearly only speaking to one person. One could assume that person was Freya, but as the guy rounded the corner, Freya had disappeared leaving the boy to take the wrap for the whole thing. 'It's off to the dean's office with you boy.' The man spoke as he walked over to the boy.

Exit Freya