thank god for the internet [open] Jan 4, 2014 4:15:10 GMT
Post by Atratus on Jan 4, 2014 4:15:10 GMT
Anna Maria Redo
Being a freelance artist was tricky at first, especially given that as a vampire it wasn't wise for her to attend any art galleries or anything. She started off posting fliers around town in the dead of night, but as her cellphone remained silent and her art remained unbought and collecting rapidly, she had to search for alternatives. She started with back alley deals that were sketchy at the best of times. She later found underground markets where she would get hit on constantly by strange men. She sold enough to get by, but the discovery of Ebay and Craigslist, among other advertising websites, had made things vastly easier.
Now she just had to take a picture of whatever painting, sculpture, or tapestry she made, slap it on the internet and wait for replies. She pulled in a decent prophet, too. She had no trouble paying her bills or buyign herself luxuries. She had a flatscreen TV, an xBox, countless video games and BLu-Ray DVDs, and beautiful furniture. She didn't even mind letting complete strangers into her home. If they tried anything, which few people actually did, she pulled a knife out of her thick leather combat boot and ushered them politely from her studio.
She drummed her ivory fingers, her nails painted an elegant shade of crimson with black tips, on her mahogany table. Her pale chin rested in her pale hand as her eyes traced the sculpture that rested on the table. She was fond of it, but not fond enough to add it to her own personal collection. She wondered, as she often did, what sort of person would buy it for $350. She glanced at the clock. 7:30. Half an hour late, probably a no-show. She got those from time to time, so she was used to it. It had been a while since she had fed though, which made her more irritable than usual. She huffed a sigh and shoved back from the table, causing the chair to scrape loudly on the hardwood floor.