Pushing the Limits [OPEN]

[kittykat]

It's a Friday night, the start of the weekend. The prime time to unwind from the long week and hang out with friends or whatever you choose to do. But for Miss Kat, spray painting is her way to relax. Sure, if she gets caught by anyone, then it may be a lovely jail cell for her tonight. But she hasn't been caught. Yet. It's also a rush to do this sort of thing and she is good at what she does. Her mother would try to stop her from going out, if she knew what was going on. But it wouldn't stop Kat. Besides that, she and her mom can hardly spend a dinner without any of the arguing. One of them always ends up angry. Sometimes both of them. She took a deep breath, as she walked on the sidewalk. Her feet led her to the Lights District, one of her favorite spots to perform her work. She usually picks out a ugly-looking wall, does her magic, and it looks beautiful. Some people call it vandalizing a building, she calls it remodeling.

Her sneakers barely made a sound. She is dressed to blend in, a outfit to disguise. She didn't look like much of someone who shall vandalize the side of a building, does she? Didn't matter anyway to Kat. She planned to have fun. She had a wall scouted out and chosen for tonight's remodeling, having it walked here a little bit earlier in the week. Once she made it there, she stopped and bit her lower lip. Kat let her eyes roam the surface of the wall, while the gears in her head turned to come up with an idea.

As soon as she had one in her head, Kat opened up her bag and pulled a can of spray paint. She picked out blue to start with. She cracked a smile, while she shook the can and popped off the cap. Within minutes, she got right to work. She felt in her element and she liked the feeling of it. Once she was done with blue, she took out the red. She sprayed and sprayed, until she was all finished..

It was indeed a work of art. She felt proud of herself. She stared, admiring the work she did. Then, as she moved to collect up all of her cans, a noise had caught her attention. "Damn it." she said in hushed tones and hurried along with collecting. Not allowed to leave evidence that can lead it all back to her.

OOC: Anyone care to jump in?

[GRÍM STEWART]

[/color][/b]" He flicked his bangs as he walked closer to the shorter person, blue eyes trailing over the artwork on the side of the building that caused his lips to twitch upward in a slight smile before he looked closer at the tagger, who was most definitely a girl. "'M not gonna turn you in or anything, honey. You've done nothing to me," he went on to explain. Really, he had no reason to try to rat the girl out or anything. Now, if she was someone that had screwed him over, stood in his way, or just otherwise pissed him off, then that'd be another story. As it was, Grím didn't even know who the other teen was, which was probably rather lucky for her, he guessed.

Dropping the spent cigarette to the ground, Grím put it out under one of his boots, twisting his ankle slightly to make sure it was out while holding his clutch underneath one arm as his eyes trailed back to the spray paint on the wall. "Y'know, the Lights District? Probably not the safest spot to practice your art. Cops like to patrol this whole area 'cause of the clubs and whatnot," Grím stated, waving a hand dismissively back toward the street that led to the stores, restaurants, clubs, bars, and movie theatre. The Lights District was always fairly busy, especially on weekends, though.[/size][/ul]

tag;; kat/open
word count;; 466
notes;; ohai
outfit;; lookit
credit;; template by ali. lyrics, "celebrity status" by marianas trench.

[kittykat]

"Slow your roll, shortie, no reason to panic." Kat froze at the sound of the voice, she turned her head to look at who said it. For a split second, she didn't quite know if the person was a guy or a girl. But she noticed the body language and knew whoever they are is a guy. Kat finished collecting her spray paint cans, as the guy drew closer to her. She inhaled slow and deep. Once everything was back in her bag, she stood up straight and wondering who this guy was. "'M not gonna turn you in or anything, honey. You've done nothing to me," She briefly nodded her head. Honey? Who are you calling honey?, she thought. But then, she couldn't help but to think of her online friend. It was a guy and he did like to use that term, though Kat thinks that she's anything but. Just take some looks at how she and her mother are toward each other. Kat gets blamed and resented for doing what she thought was right to do. And it was years ago.

"If I had done something to do, it would probably help... to know who you are first." she responded, wondering if she even made sense. But if the guy was smart enough, he can figure it out. She somewhat watched, as he put out his cigarette. Then, his gaze wandered over her work on the wall. "Y'know, the Lights District? Probably not the safest spot to practice your art. Cops like to patrol this whole area 'cause of the clubs and whatnot," A mental kick was in order, but she took some precautions.

"Good thing I kept it simple then, huh?" she commented and managed a little chuckle. She kept that in mind, as she thought of a design. And she kept it a manageable size. She didn't want to cover the whole wall. That would require more time that Kat didn't have. A moment came and went. She glanced back at the wall and her artistic addition to it. Though it may not have been smart to do the "remodeling" here, but she was glad she got to do it. Kat liked to express herself, so what?