The Art Museum

Evan

"Her name was Marie." I said, gesturing to the painting. "Picasso painted alot of her. They fell in love." I turned to Cassie, "Want to go see Van Gogh?"

She nodded, and we started to move to that section.

Corey: I'lll take that as my invitation to follow along. "Van Gogh," I start. "Now there's a wierdo. I mean he shot himself in the foot and cut off his ear."

Evan

"Yeah...but he did have amazing art. I mean look at this one," I said, stopping in front of Starry Night.

Corey: I stop and look at the painting. "Yea...I guess it is kinda nice. Calming in a way... Still think he's wierd though."

Evan

"He was strange, but his art was amazing. They didn't have all that we have to treat depression."

((Is it okay for me to join? My characters are pretty weird.))

(Of course you can!)

Corey: "What he needed was some mushrooms and a sense of humor," I mutter.

(Should we just have Giselle and Ezra kind of ease into the Van Gogh section?)

(Yeah)

Ezra

"Wanna go check out Van Gogh? I hear they have Starry Night."

Giselle: "Sure, why not?" I take out my camera and give it a little shake. "Think they'll let me take pics?"

Ezra

"I have a feeling that's a no...." I said, pointing to the "No food, no drinks, no pictures" sign.

Giselle: "Well...that only means that its not allowed if they don't see the camera. C'mon!" I take his arm and start heading for the Van Gogh section.

Ezra

"Just don't get caught," I sighed, letting her tug me along.

Giselle: I wink. "Don't worry. It's not like this is my first time doing this."

Charrie Form:
Name: Brother-Chaplain Theomundus
Age: 275
Gender: Male
Extra info: He is a chaplain, and so his duty is to instil his battle-brothers with an unfailing faith in the emperor. He is twelve feet tall, and almost impermeable to ordinary weaponry or tactics. Psychic or magical powers have a weakened effect on him because of his faith, and he is almost unstoppable in combat. He is a truly terrifying creature, and looks something like this:
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Ezra

"Great," I said, rolling my eyes. "That makes me feel so much better."

Giselle: "It should!" I say as we approach the painting. "Now stand in front of it, but like not too in front...like kinda off to the side."

Ezra

"Wait what? Why?" I asked her, looking confused.

Giselle: "Cuz I wanna get a picture, duh." I roll my eyes and grin. "Now strike a pose and smize. That's what Tyra Banks says you're supposed to do."

Ezra

I shook my head, "No way. I hate getting my picture taken."

Giselle: "Well you better start liking it." I poke out my lip. "C'mon, pleeeease? I'll wiggle my ears if you do."

Ezra

"You can do that? Fine..." I said, stepping to the side and giving her a weak smile.

Theomundus steps into the building and regards the paintings with distaste. These icons are all symbols of a sinful society. He hefts his crozius arcanum and frowns.

Giselle: I grin and take out my camera. "Ok, say cheese on the count of three! One. Two."

Ezra

I look up, to see a giant robot. I stumble backwards, hitting canvas but suddenly it feels like I'm stuck. I try pulling away, but suddenly I can't move my arms or my legs. I can't breathe!