03.2023 | WELCOME BACK! Hello friends old and new! I'm so excited to welcome you all back to SITW! I've made some changes to the plot and added the ability to play supernatural charcaters! So come and check it out! I can't wait to jump back into this little town with all of you!
A strange history surrounds the town, it is a place where mysterious and supernatural things have been known to happen. The reputation of the town reguarly draws in visitors and newcomers alike. While some residents avidly believe in the supernatural, others are far more skeptical. What do you believe?
Mikey remembered some of the layout and rooms from the days when he used to follow Giacomo around like a lost puppy. This one wasn’t really one of his favorites but in some ways it was very like Giacomo. You had to look closely to see the depth and there was an air of quiet drama about it. He assumed it was white partially to not distract from what Gia was staging (in this case himself and West). Unlike Giacomo, Mikey felt somewhat uncomfortable touching it. The whole room felt like he might accidentally get it dirty if he stepped in the wrong spot. He watched Giacomo do a bit of set up and then just as casually as the artist’s command Mikey began to disrobe. He set his boots aside first to keep the dirt on his soles from getting on anything. Then came the clothes which he neatly folded and set out of the way. Their dark hues stood out on the white floor. Down to just his black boxer-briefs there was an interesting story told in the patchwork of tan lines, the subtle lack of tan around where his hiking boots would be the strongest, showing just how often he went hiking in shorts.
He looked over to where West had stripped down and gave a thumbs up “That’s the spirit! Carpe diem, or something.” He wandered over to compare tan lines or really West’s lack of tan lines. West would have seemed pretty pale if it weren’t for Giacomo and the white room competing for the championship of paleness. He turned to wait expectantly for Giacomo to instruct.
Post by Giacomo Ettore on Mar 10, 2024 17:02:40 GMT
While they undressed Gia was busy preparing a paint pallet, there was a limit in the colors used. Once he had some skin tones and colors he'd used for their hair he looked back to two young men. They really were both so young. Infants when set beside a Vampire, especially one of his age. They had such limited life experience, still so fresh, so much potential. Some humans wasted away their short lives on things that seemed so important to them but the definition of what was important had long ago changed for Giacomo.
He looked at them both for a long moment, studying the lines of their forms, the curves of their hips and cut of the muscles or lack thereof. They each had a distinct body type and Gia liked the contrast. After a moment he remembered what he was looking for, color. He then added blacks and grays to his pallet for Mikey and a few dark shades of red for West.
He then moved away from his supplies and back towards the throne. "West, I want you sitting here," he said and then sat down himself to show what he wanted. "Think regal," he explained. He parted his legs and lifted one to drape over the arm rest of the chair while his opposite elbow rested on the other side. "You are the lord here and everyone else is below you." He moved as if to rest his chin on that hand but didn't quite touch his chin to his fingers, instead his fingers were soft and delicate almost but not quite making contact with his face. He held chin confidently as if he were royalty and his eyes looked towards the canvas where he would soon be painting this scene. "Understand?" he asked. "Come sit."
He moved off of the chair and stepped aside to watch West get into the position that he wanted him in.
Post by West Vanderson on Mar 10, 2024 20:08:47 GMT
West was fit, but not very muscular. Every sports team or athletic club he had ever joined throughout school he had left for one reason or another. He didn't generally fit into 'team dynamics' and he was yet to find a solo sport he really enjoyed. Skateboarding had been a thing for a while, and occasionally he used the weight machines in the rec room on campus, but he'd never stuck with anything for very long. It was about that time where he tried something else and probably failed at it or got kicked out in a month or two. the lack of tan lines proved his preference for full cover clothes and indoor activities.
Not to mention tan lines would have ruined the effect of some of his tattoos. While at home he didn't like to show off, he didn't care here. It was actually kind of nice to just let people see all of himself. Or most of him, anyway. On his right arm, he had a tire tread circling his upper bicep, and then on the inside of his forearm was the broken compass rose that had gotten him in so much trouble last year. It was a good-sized piece, the compass pointing West rather than North and behind, picked out in a watercolor mix of blue and gold, was a painted map of the world stretched out. He was a fan of gold, considering the gold studs in his left ear and the thin, unadorned chain necklace.
He appraised Mikey, quickly sizing him up. While a lot smaller, the man had a bit more defined muscle from his adventures. "Something like that," he agreed with a smile. Mikey looked so at ease like this, even with Gia around. West still wasn't quite sure, but he was confident enough.
As Gia said his name, West looked over, watching him demonstrate. He couldn't help but laugh at the notes but he nodded. He wasn't sure what being a 'lord' over everyone else meant in this context, but he'd certainly read plenty and got the idea. the specific pose was a bit more...high fantasy dramatic than he had been expecting, especially with how Gia situated his hands. The artist's fingers were far more delicate than his own, but he would give it a try.
"Always wanted to sit in a chair like this," he said with a grin as he replaced Giacomo at the 'throne.' His first attempt to lounge in such a way, with his leg over the arm rest and his fingers almost but not quite brushing his raised chin came off a bit more like a drug lord. Sure, he had the 'power' behind the pose, but perhaps not in the way the man wanted. "Like this? What about my left hand?" he asked, seeking a few more notes
Post by Giacomo Ettore on Mar 27, 2024 16:40:20 GMT
Gia took a step back to watch West move into position. One of his arms resting over his chest and holding up the opposite elbow as his fingers grazed over his lips as he looked at the scene appraisingly. It wasn't quite perfect but it was good enough and as the artist, he could change any lines he might need to. He cocked his head to the side at West's question about his other hand. "Put it on your elevated knee," he said and when West followed through he frowned. No, it wasn't quite right.
He moved back over to West and didn't even remotely hesitate to touch him as he took his hand and slid it about half way down West's thigh so that his forearm rested on his thigh and his hand hung loose. "There we go. Keep your fingers soft, just rest it there," he instructed.
He then motioned for Mikey to come closer. "Okay Mr. Royce," he cracked a little grin at Mikey. He'd never actually used his surname like that before. "I want you to stand here." Giacomo moved to the side of the throne, just behind West's lifted leg and draped his arm over the back of the chair, his body angled towards West but his head turned the opposite direction. "And move your hand into your hair like this," he pushed his fingers through his hair as if he was trying to muss up his hair a bit but stopped midway through the action so his fingers remained in his hair.
He then moved out of the way to watch Mikey move into position.
Mikey cringed slightly at hearing his last name used. His smile soon resumed as though nothing had happened. It hit him in a weird place but he knew Gia had meant it to be playful. He moved over to position himself as directed. He did his best to mimic the pose he was shown without being too stiff. It wasn't as effortless as Giacomo had made it look. It certainly wasn't the first time he had found himself thinking that. He draped his arm over the chair and did his best to approximate what the vampire had asked for. "Like this?" He asked with amusement coloring his voice.
Post by West Vanderson on May 15, 2024 19:48:04 GMT
With how intently Giacomo stared at him, West got the feeling the man wasn't quite pleased with his posing. Like he wanted to reach out and manipulate him like he might pose an action figure or doll. While it was a bit alarming at how familiar the man touched him, he supposed he shouldn't be so surprised when he stepped forward and pulled his arm down. Admittedly, it did feel a bit more comfortable. "Bet," he said, trying to borrow some of Gia and Mikey's easy comfort with the moment, despite being in just his underwear.
West relaxed slightly, trying to get comfortable with the seating arrangement without moving. He looked over at where Gia posed for Mikey, like some sort of sexy bodyguard or advisor or shadow ruler sort of vibe. It was different, seeing both Gia and Mikey like this. For only the second time he started working here, he realized how pretty the gallery owner was. Objectively, of course.
He grinned at Mikey as he moved to copy the other man's position. Giacomo might have made it look easy, but even with his amused question, he still looked good. "I think he looks pretty good," West said as if Mikey wasn't right there, flicking his gaze back at Gia.