Post by Feliciano Vargas on Aug 16, 2010 21:34:39 GMT -5
When Feliciano first found his way out into the real world by himself, he had found a lot of the dull grayness very boring. That was, until he discovered the Airman's Delight. It was so full of life and vibrant colors that he could barely contain his excitement every time he stepped into the bawdy place. The first couple of times he came, he didn't quite realize what the place was meant for. It was when he was suddenly approached in a rather... sultry way that he finally realized what was going on.
And, yes, he had partaken in the services the Airman's Delight offered more than a couple of times, but after a short time he decided that it was too boring. What was more interesting about the place were the people. Watching them was like watching life in action. Outside of this seedy place, people wore masks - they pretended to be perfect, gentlemanly, or ladylike. But here, they became themselves.
It was a masterpiece in action.
Feliciano had taken to spending at least one night a week at the Airman's Delight, simply sitting in a corner with his legs drawn up underneath him and a sketchbook in hand. And thus armed, he would simply draw everything he saw. Sometimes, only very rough sketches would come out, but sometimes he would be so struck by a scene that he would go back to his store afterward and paint until dawn, just to make sure he got it all down before the vision left his mind's eye.
Tonight was one such night. Feliciano had holed himself up in a corner of the upper floor, eyes darting around the room and hand moving almost ceaselessly across the page in front of him as he attempted to catch every scene that passed before his eyes.
And, yes, he had partaken in the services the Airman's Delight offered more than a couple of times, but after a short time he decided that it was too boring. What was more interesting about the place were the people. Watching them was like watching life in action. Outside of this seedy place, people wore masks - they pretended to be perfect, gentlemanly, or ladylike. But here, they became themselves.
It was a masterpiece in action.
Feliciano had taken to spending at least one night a week at the Airman's Delight, simply sitting in a corner with his legs drawn up underneath him and a sketchbook in hand. And thus armed, he would simply draw everything he saw. Sometimes, only very rough sketches would come out, but sometimes he would be so struck by a scene that he would go back to his store afterward and paint until dawn, just to make sure he got it all down before the vision left his mind's eye.
Tonight was one such night. Feliciano had holed himself up in a corner of the upper floor, eyes darting around the room and hand moving almost ceaselessly across the page in front of him as he attempted to catch every scene that passed before his eyes.
