the needle tears a hole / pulcher

[grey gaius aldjoy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] [style=overflow: auto; width: 346px; height: 300px; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; color: #000000; line-height: 100%; background: #ffffff; opacity: 1.0; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 450px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 4px solid #CC6666;] It was that time of year again, the hunger games and Grey was back in the capitol. He now got a chance to go see everyone he hadn't seen in quite a while one person he knew he wanted to see simply because Grey felt hs own home was becoming to dull and boring and it seemed stereotypically capital-lke. He wanted something different and he knew just the artist that could deliver on that. So here he was standing outside of Pulcher's place, the two of them would get along fine most of the tme but then occasionally things could get a little mad and go wrong, they always seemed to get along in the end though, maybe t was because they'd just not see each other for ages and both forget what they had fallen out over or they both just moved on with their lives fast. He knocked the door and waited for it to open. Pulcher always seemed to be painting something so he was fairly sure he'd have something Grey could buy, Grey only hoped it wouldn't cost him an arm and a leg. "Pulcher, It's Grey!" he yelled slightly through the door thinking maybe Pulcher would just ignore it and carry on painting, it wouldn't have surprised him, Pulcher did seem a little bit anti-social. [style= font-family: times; font-size: 30px; color: #; line-height: 35%; text-align: center;] You can have it all, my empire of dirt~

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[pulcher faustus lentinus]

Today, was like every other day. Pulcher woke up, and got straight to painting. While he took a shower every night, he only swapped out clothes once a week. Unless, he was planning on going out. The outfit he was currently wearing had only been worn two days in a row so it was still relatively fresh, though pain was littered about it in various spots, because of this, it was a simple white t-shirt and grey sweat pants.

Currently, Pulcher's hands were covered in various paints because instead of the traditional brush, he was finger painting like a grade schooler. It worked well, because the dream he was basing it off was rather blurry, and that reflected itself on the half painted canvas. Initially Pulcher heard the knock on his door, but he was in his painting room with the door shut. The noise was muffled and he assumed that it was simply his imagination, he wasn't expecting Dora to come over.

It wasn't until Pulcher thought he heard the name Grey. The games were starting soon, it wouldn't be all that odd for the man to come by. He was a nice guy and a regular customer. The blond haired man would continue to paint for another moment, trying to tie off the thought that he was on so he could come back to it. Then he'd get up and walk out, closing the door behind him and leaving a lovely smear of paint on the handle. Then, he'd open the front door a crack, bending over slightly to look out the crack. "Hello?" he'd ask as if he wasn't sure there would be anyone out there. When he saw Grey was indeed there, Pulcher would straighten up and open the door a little bit more. "Hello." he repeated.

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[grey gaius aldjoy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] [style=overflow: auto; width: 346px; height: 300px; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; color: #000000; line-height: 100%; background: #ffffff; opacity: 1.0; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 450px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 4px solid #CC6666;] Grey stood there tapping his foot and looking around, he had a feeling he would either be waiting here for a while or Pulcher was just gonna ignore him and leave him standing there untill he eventually gave up and left. Maybe Pulcher's sister would be there, although Grey wasnt sure if he'd actually met his sister, he'd seen a picture from last time he'd gone to Pulchers but he was certain she couldnt be any more unsociable than her brother and would hopefully let him in, she probably want though and he would just have to wait for the artist himself. Speaking of the devil he heard footsteps from the other side of the door about time Grey thought to himself but put on a smile when the door opened a crack "Hey" he replied to the first hi, then the door opened some more. "Hello" Grey replied this time, this was getting a bt stupid now, how many times would he have to say a greeting. He decided to just come out with what he was doing here so they could skip formalities that neither of them really wanted to go through. "It's that time of year again.. and i want some art" he said then went silent to let Pulcher speak, his eyes wandering past Pulcher's head and into his home, wandering what kind of art he would see this time. "And obviously i want you to be the artist because your stuff is just amazing" he added, a bit of flattery could always go a long way and if t couldnt it was worth a shot, what he was trying to flatter him for exactly Grey wasnt quite sure yet, maybe a cheaper price or a piece of art that Pulcher didn't exactly like to part with, he'd have to wait and see, but for now he was just going with the flow. [style= font-family: times; font-size: 30px; color: #; line-height: 35%; text-align: center;] You can have it all, my empire of dirt~

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[pulcher faustus lentinus]

So, Grey was here for some art. No surprise there as that was pretty much all Pulcher was good for. Attempting to hold up a conversation with the man could be somewhat difficult at best unless you were an extremely patient person. Most weren't. "Alright, I have plenty of pieces for you to pick from." he'd say opening the door and walking away from the door and towards the back wall.

The main room was large and open the room was pretty average with white walls and four visible doors. The back wall was a bit strange, there was paintings on canvases of various shapes and sizes. Only small bits and pieces of the wall could be seen. Amongst the collection of paintings, there was a single door which had been painted to look like a picture in a frame. On it was some strange surreal landscape with blue grass and trees with purple leaves, the sky was completely black. This landscape was a theme with Pulcher's more grim paintings. As Grey would know, the paintings on this wall were completely off limits. Nothing could persuade Pulcher to part with them. As to why, Pulcher wouldn't say and with the rage going from pictures of strange flowers to normal buildings and places to horrifying beasts and scenes.

"Right this way." He'd say, opening the painting door, this time using his shirt to keep the paint on his hands from getting on the door. Pulcher would open the door and sweep his hand forward as he bowed, inviting Grey into the room. The room behind the door was much like the wall in the previous room. Every inch of wall was used to contain paintings, and there was two walls in the middle of the room, giving just enough room to walk the perimeter of the room without bothering the paintings. Every painting in the room was for sale, though some were dearer to Pulcher than most.

It would be obvious that Pulcher had been in a good mood for most of the pictures, as they consisted of cute pictures of flowers or adorable white fluffy beasts. Though some sections could be downright grim with portrayals of corpses and slowly dying people. This grim theme was more obvious in the more recently painted pictures. The Hunger Games making his mood focus on death. "Feel free to look at your leisure." Pulcher would say, though he planned to shadow the man as he looked around.

(Notes; If you need more descriptions of the paintings just tell me. I don't have anything I'm really basing it off so, sorry I can't give you a visual. orz)

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[grey gaius aldjoy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] [style=overflow: auto; width: 346px; height: 300px; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; color: #000000; line-height: 100%; background: #ffffff; opacity: 1.0; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 450px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 4px solid #CC6666;] Grey wasnt surprised at all by the fact Pulcher had a wide variety he could choose from, Pulcher always seemed to be painting, he couldn't think of a time he'd seen Pulcher in which he'd just been painting something or was about to paint something. Grey entered his home and his eyes began to search the room, the art was always very intriguing and it gave him a weird view into Pulcher's mind, it was deffinetly not what he would consider normal but who was he to say what normal was, he'd volunteered in the hunger games, that certainly wasnt normal even if it was to take the place of his sister. The art on the walla was always the most interesting to Grey because it was the work Pulcher wanted to keep which meant that it meant something to him and that was what Grey liked about Pulcher's art. Not that he'd ever try and get something from the wall, he'd probably end up with a paintbrush in the eye or something. Pulcher lead him through the painting door which in itself was a work of art that Grey could appreciate and into the room where Grey could make his choice. "Thanks i'll do that" he replied to Pulcher saying he could look around at his own leisure but as Grey expected Pulcher would be right over his shoulder. Grey made his way to a picture of someone that looked like they were dying, it brought back memories of the hunger games that Grey tried very hard to forget. "So.. Pulch.. how's the family?" he asked trying to make conversation with the artist, a task much harder then most people would think. Grey moved from that picture to another much more happier one with some sort of white fluffy creature, as much as grey liked these pictures they werent his style, he prefered something grittier and so far it seemed like he'd end up with some dying persons portrait hanging on his wall. (Erm, you can just keep dropping descriptions to give me something to work with if you want, or i can just improvise, it's up to you) [style= font-family: times; font-size: 30px; color: #; line-height: 35%; text-align: center;] You can have it all, my empire of dirt~

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[pulcher faustus lentinus]

As Pulcher followed after Grey, he resisted the urge to bite his finger nails, since his hands were covered in paint. He watched as the man looked at the paintings, wondering which painting, or paintings the man would be choosing. When asked about his family, Pulcher thought it over for a moment. "Dora's been fine. Busy, because of the Games." he said simply, it wasn't his style to really speak too much. Unlike normal people, he didn't realize that keeping up a conversation might be important, so he simply left it at that and waited for Grey to move on or say something else.

More on the painting that littered the walls, as said before they're diverse. The sweeter ones were of the happy lands. Painting of landscapes with no grass, only carpets of beautiful flowers, and trees with sky blue leaves, and a pinkish sky. The creatures that he drew, were like bunnies, having long ears, but their bodies were ovular and they had bird like feet and legs. Some of the sweeter paintings were of exotic birds. All the creatures in this mood were white in color.

The darker ones, were well dark. They consisted mainly of depictions of gruesome deaths. One was of intestines and guts strewn about leafless trees in a dark forest. Another was of a forest made of nothing but trees that were made of intestines and flesh and other body parts. There was a morbid picture of a man sitting contentedly in a lush home, though instead of normal furniture, the furniture was made of flesh and body parts, and the walls were dripping with blood. The most obvious inference for that picture being that victors lived in homes built from the corpses of the ones they killed. One painting, seemed to be painted during an in between mood. It depicted one of the small rabbit like creatures wandering terrified, in a dark forest , with yellow eyes leering from the darkness. Hanging by from the trees were more of the rabbit things. Each one was strung up by a noose.

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[grey gaius aldjoy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] [style=overflow: auto; width: 346px; height: 300px; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; color: #000000; line-height: 100%; background: #ffffff; opacity: 1.0; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 450px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 4px solid #CC6666;] Grey wasnt given much to work with conversation-wise so he fell silent and carried on looking at the art as Pulcher followed him around like a shadow. "Have i ever told you your brilliant?" he said then added "Your a bit mad, but brilliant" he had to admit that, Grey found all Pulchers work beautiful, but in different ways some were nice to look at but others were beautiful because they represented something or had undertones that were interesting. There seemed to be quite a lot of contrast between the happy bunny type art and the dark twisted art, but so far there hadn't been anything that caught his eye straight away, not until he saw the person sitting in the house made of body parts. He went to open his mouth to say something but closed it again instantly, there wasnt a day that goes by that he thought of the people he had killed to get to where he was, he himself was living in a house metaphorically built out of the people he had slain, but what kept him sane was knowing that he hated himself for it, if for a second he ever thought he was glad he'd killed them he probably would give up on his own humanity. Then another one spotted his eyes, this one he related even more with, one of those bunnies lost and scared in the woods.. the hunger games, where bunnies go to die. He liked this painting a lot, it brought back memories of his hunger game and the fear he'd dealt with. "I like this one, the one with the white creature in the forest, i also like the guy sitting in the house made out of dead people" Grey stated he wasn't sure he'd hang the one with the guy in the house anywhere visitors could see because well, some of his visitors would probably have mental breakdowns if they saw it but he himself felt like he needed it, as a reminder to not get too big for his own boots and to stay true to his humanity. [style= font-family: times; font-size: 30px; color: #; line-height: 35%; text-align: center;] You can have it all, my empire of dirt~

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[pulcher faustus lentinus]

"Thank you, but I'm not really angry..." he'd say trailing off. He didn't understand that by mad, Grey had in fact meant crazy. Probably for the better if Grey didn't elaborate. Pulcher would continue to follow after Grey, watching as his eyes lingered on specific paintings, and how he seemed more interested in them. He'd look at Grey expectantly each time his eyes lingered, waiting for the man to pick one to take home.

When grey finally told Pulcher which ones he wanted, the blond man would raise an eyebrow. "Those two?" he said. "Hangings in the Forest I can understand..." he'd glance at the one with the man sitting on the couch made of flesh. "But... House of the Dead..." Pulcher would say not finishing his sentence immediately. "I certainly expected someone like you to have their eye caught by it. I assume you understand my meaning?" he'd ask.

Pulcher would then stand for a moment, looking contemplative, as if he had something to say, but he was thinking over carefully how to say it. His eyes wandered as he contemplated what he wanted to say. If Grey said nothing else and took the cue to be quiet and wait for him to speak, Pulcher would speak up once more. "No." he'd say looking back at Grey. "That's exactly why you want it?" His tone was questioning as if he didn't want to assume anything. "You want it to remember. To remember the meaning that is hidden behind what someone else might think is meaningless gore."

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[grey gaius aldjoy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] [style=overflow: auto; width: 346px; height: 300px; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; color: #000000; line-height: 100%; background: #ffffff; opacity: 1.0; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 450px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 4px solid #CC6666;] Deciding it was probably best not to explain that he meant crazy instead of angry Grey now turned his attention to Pulcher as it was his turn to speak. "yes, these two" he stated simply, he had a feeling he knew what was coming up though, he'd have to explain himself to Pulcher and Grey would if he had to, he wasnt afraid of letting people know what he felt, he was proud of his feelings. Pulcher had stopped speaking but there was something about the look on his face that made Grey not speak, Pulcher hadnt stopped to hear Grey he'd stopped to think, Grey would let him try to work everything out, it was a chance to see how Pulcher's mind would work and that certainly interested him. At first the no took him back slightly, he wasnt sure what Pulcher was saying, was he saying he couldnt have it, but then Pulcher continued. "Your correct, that's why i want it" he stated wondering if he should reveal more or leave Pulcher to working it out, he was interested to see where Pulcher would go with it. "I think it belongs in a victors village" he stated, that was of course what it was showing, the home of a victor so where better for it to be located then in one of the victors houses. [style= font-family: times; font-size: 30px; color: #; line-height: 35%; text-align: center;] You can have it all, my empire of dirt~

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[pulcher faustus lentinus]

Pulcher would nod when Grey said he was correct. "Of course I am, that's the best reason to want it." he'd state. A rare soft smile creeping onto the blonds face as he glanced at Grey. Though the other man didn't know it, the fact that, that was his reasoning behind wanting it had made Pulcher feel a little closer to Grey. While the blond man didn't know Grey's exact feelings on the hunger games and the meaning behind the pictures, Pulcher understood the want of having something simply to have it remind him of something horrible.

Once again, Pulcher seemed to contemplate something. It wasn't anything as deep as what he'd previously thought about. He was thinking of price. While he planned on selling that piece for a larger sum of money, for Grey he might make an exception. Usually, if he wanted to make an exception, Pulcher would cut the price in half, but this time. "You may have the House of the Dead painting for free." he'd say, glancing at the painting. This time it was easier to part with a painting. "The painting reflects your soul the best. It deserves you."

Whether Grey knew it or not, he'd just received the highest praise anyone had ever gotten from the crazed man. Not only was the only time he ever simply gave a way a painting reserved for giving paintings to his sister, but he never said that one of his paintings deserved someone. "It also deserves to know it's roots. Where it's inspiration came from." he'd continue on to explain. "For me to give it to you, though, you must follow one rule." There would be a short pause where Pulcher made sure Grey was paying attention. "Don't show anyone who isn't a victor." he'd nod seriously "Not even family. If anyone stumbles upon it who isn't a victor, kill them." Whether or not he was serious about the bit about killing was debatable. It'd be safe to assume that it was just Pulcher being... quirky.

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[grey gaius aldjoy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] [style=overflow: auto; width: 346px; height: 300px; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; color: #000000; line-height: 100%; background: #ffffff; opacity: 1.0; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 450px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 4px solid #CC6666;] For a moment Grey thought he wasnt going to be able to get the painting but then Pulcher said something that actually made him let out a sigh of relief "Thanks, i certainly think it is" he said in agreement, he couldnt think of a better reason to want it, not for him at least, he planned to look at it as much as he could to remind himself of what he could become and to remind himself tohold onto his humanity and embrace it. What happened next though was something that left him speachless, was Pulcher really going to let him have it for free, usually paintings cost a ton and he would end up going home with empty pockets. "I.. bu.. wh.. erm.. thank you" he said not being able to find the words to say anything else, Pulcher had surprised him and gained a ton of respect in doing so, Grey understood that art was Pulchers living but in giving away some art for free because it represented someones soul, now that was art in itself. Then of course came the catch, a rule. Why didnt i see this coming he thought to himself wondering what this rule would be, he was actually slightly worried and then he realised he had reason to be. He wasnt sure if he could ever kill anyone again, but he felt like this was a promise he would make and keep, he simply had to keep it hidden, he could do that easily. "I promise i'll follow that rule" he stated simply putting his hand out for Pulcher to shake then said "How much for 'Hangings in a forest' then?" he asked, he had the money for it he was certain but he felt like since this was Pulchers living he may give a little bit more, he liked Pulcher and he felt strange going away with a free painting. [style= font-family: times; font-size: 30px; color: #; line-height: 35%; text-align: center;] You can have it all, my empire of dirt~

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[pulcher faustus lentinus]

"Good." Pulcher would say when Grey had accepted the terms. The man was admittedly a little surprised that the man had accepted a condition that involved killing. Certainly he didn't want to do so after being in the arena. Plus, murder wasn't taken lightly in the districts. After all, the arena was justified, killing someone over a painting because a crazy man told you to... that was a different matter. Still, the fact that Grey accepted was good enough for Pulcher. Once the painting was out of his hands he had no knowledge of what happened to it.

After a moment of staring at the other man's hand, Pulcher would take Grey's hand and shake it. Lucky for the victor, Pulcher's hand now looked like a strange mash of black, purple, blue, pink and red, but it was dry and didn't transfer over. It probably felt a bit weird to shake Pulcher's hand though. "Hmm...." was all he'd say in reply to the question of the price for Hangings in a Forest. "Three-hundred dollars." he'd say after a moment. Less than what he was planning by more than half.

Pull his hand away and go up to the paintings that Grey wanted to purchase and took them down off the wall, careful of the fact that his hands were dirty. Holding either canvas by the lip the frame made on the back, he'd carry them out of the room, expecting Grey to follow after without question. "Careful, close the door on your way out." he'd say, carrying the paintings and leaning them carefully against the wall to the right of the door for someone coming out. He'd then go and open a door that led to a closet full of boxes, before setting about finding some boxes for the paintings.

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[grey gaius aldjoy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] [style=overflow: auto; width: 346px; height: 300px; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; color: #000000; line-height: 100%; background: #ffffff; opacity: 1.0; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 450px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 4px solid #CC6666;] The handshake felt weird, the paint that had dried up on Pulchers hand felt a bit like dry pealing leathery skin, he couldn't really explain it if he had to but it was over soon enough, he quickly checked his hand to make sure he himself hadn't now got covered in paint, seemed clear to him so he let his hand flop back down to his side. Grey had been expecting a much higher price but he simply nodded "Alright then" he agreed then watched as Pulcher took the paintings off the walls and walked out, Grey followed him out, it was his turn to become the shadow it seemed, but first he had to close the door behind himself, he did so very gently and carefully, he didn't want to somehow ruin it. He then went back over to Pulcher who was now looking through boxes, he decided now was a good of a time as any and pulled out three hundred and fifty dollars, the fifty dollars was just a small donation and a token of his appreciation. Money didn't mean much to him which was weird considering he'd come from a family who never had much of it. He could live on next to nothing but the bare essentials for ages, he didn't need luxury so whilst others were spending their money on things of luxury, he'd simply buy things he needed and the rest would go on whatever he felt like, he usually spent money pretty spontaneously in the spur of the moment and if not that he would often do what he was doing now and 'donating' to someone who was usually much worse off than both him and Pulcher but Pulcher had earnt his donation in Grey's eyes. [style= font-family: times; font-size: 30px; color: #; line-height: 35%; text-align: center;] You can have it all, my empire of dirt~

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[pulcher faustus lentinus]

Pulcher would root around in the boxes for about a minute before coming out with two boxes under either arm, and a roll of protective wrap held firmly between his teeth. Once out of the closet he would drop the things he'd gathered haphazardly on the ground. Then he'd set about wrapping the paintings careful not to damage them in any way, and then he would put them into the boxes. Without saying anything, he'd take the wrapping and go back into the closet. He'd come back out with a roll of 'fragile' stickers. He'd proceed to stamp more than enough stickers on every part of either box, once they were closed.

Pulcher would slap a sticker on his forehead before taking another sticker and sticking it onto his nose just barely. Then he'd stand, holding his hand out for the money that Grey had already produced. "Thank you." he'd say, shoving the bills into his pocket once he got them. He didn't even count as he trusted that grey would give him the amount he wanted. The small bit of charity would most likely go completely unnoticed by the man for, probably, ever.

Once his hands were free, Pulcher would try to stick the fragile sticker that had been on his nose, onto Grey's forehead. "Now then..." he'd say glancing around whether he got the sticker on or not. "Would you like to stay for some tea?" he'd ask not focusing on Grey. "That's the normal thing for acquaintances to say right?" he'd ask, finally looking at Grey's face, searching for approval or agreement.

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[grey gaius aldjoy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] [style=overflow: auto; width: 346px; height: 300px; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; color: #000000; line-height: 100%; background: #ffffff; opacity: 1.0; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 450px; border-radius: 30px 30px 30px 30px; border: 4px solid #CC6666;] Grey watched as Pulcher rooted through boxes and then wet through the process of packing the paintings into the boxes, it was interesting and the amount of fragile stickers amused him slightly but he could understand Pulcher not wanting them to get destroyed. He actually let out a small chuckle when Pulcher put some on himself. Then Pulcher put one on Grey and Grey just let him, he didnt mind looking a little silly, he didnt mind that at all, it was fun to let your hair down, metaphorically, Grey didnt have long hair so when it came to literally putting his hair down that would be next to impossible. Pulcher then got is money without even counting it, Grey was glad, he didn't want to have to explain his over-paying and he also liked that Pulcher clearly trusted him enough to not have to check. He didnt expect Pulcher to invite him to have tea though, he'd kind of been expecting to be hurried out so Pulcher could continue painting. "Yeah that's what acquaintances would say.. and erm.. yeah alright i could do with some tea" giving Pulcher a smile, Pulcher was somewhat of a mad man, but he was an alright mad man and Grey felt like if he tried hard enough he could consider this mad man his friend. [style= font-family: times; font-size: 30px; color: #; line-height: 35%; text-align: center;] You can have it all, my empire of dirt~

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