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Post by arianna on Mar 27, 2008 21:15:31 GMT -5
{open} July 21st, Noon. Near Stage 1Though it was extremely warm outside, setting one foot into the big blue tent would cool someone off by at least ten degrees. It was amazing how magic could work and the members of the Artists' Coalition were greatful for the cool air under the tent. Not only did it keep them from getting overheated, but it was also good for their art if it didn't get too warm inside. The tent looked small from outside, but inside it looked like an emporium. Hundreds of art pieces, from photographs to paintings and small pots to large sculptures, lined the walls and were arranged in the middle of the tent while at the front of the tent, just inside the door, was set a desk at which sat a tall stringy gentleman and a small curvy young woman in a summery halter top, paint-splattered jeans, and a newsboy cap shoved far enough over her head that hardly any of her black hair could be seen. The young woman was, indeed, a Miss Arianna Shriver-Kailas, who sat high in her seat with a lofty grin that said she was very extremely happy today. In fact, she wasn't so sure she'd ever been happier. She didn't show off the reason for her great mood, as most girls in her position did, but if anyone looked they would catch a glimpse of a ring upon her left hand; a gold band painted with green leaves and blue flowers, a large diamond at the center. Some would look upon it and say it was too gaudy. Others would think the same, but also that it somehow fit the girl. Those who knew her, though, would know it fit her. Both her personality and her style. Of course, the ring wasn't the reason Arianna was at the festival. She had actually been on the planning commitee for the event, if just a small part. More the advertising side of it since she had the artistic talent they had wanted for the posters and whatnot. Even though she was a late-comer, Arianna had still been able to convince them to let her set up shop. Which was what this tent was about. She had helped form a group of artists (the coalition) who sold their artwork to fund Marlow Studios, which Arianna owned. Once the studio was complete, they would use the gallery to sell more works of art and to teach their trade to orphaned children and those from low-income families. The festival was the perfect place to get the word out. There was also one other reason for Arianna's involvement in the festival. One that made her a bit nervous an excited at the same time. That, however, would not occur until tomorrow. Arianna just hoped she was ready for it. {in case anyone's wondering, everything was already discussed with Nic's writer. I don't know if this really counts as god-moding, though }
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Post by Nick Taylor on Mar 29, 2008 12:30:50 GMT -5
The performances had not yet begun, and Elizabeth was tied up with her responsibilities at the Ministry. As a result, little was left for Nick to do but wonder the event, mingling with the various wizards and witches, and explore the tents and vendors lined up around the Stonehenge monument. With the sun blaring down above him, the wand maker was looking for a tent to shade him from the heat.
Standing before the rather small blue tent, the man considered passing it by. As he could hear noises from the inside, Nick knew there must be other people. Consequently, the small tent would trap their body heat and it would be even hotter inside the tent than it was outside. As he moved to walk away, someone stepped out of the tent and he got a glimpse inside; the tent was actually rather large.
Changing his mind, he stepped inside the tent and immediately smirked. Not only was the tent huge, but it was several degrees cooler, as well. Deciding that it would not only occupy his time until the Saity Samuels performance started, but it would also keep him cool, the shop owner made the decision to stick around and have a look for a while.
However, he still had no idea what tent he was in or who made all this art. Approaching the young woman at the front table, Nick smiled politely. "Good afternoon," he said, brightly.
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Post by arianna on Mar 29, 2008 12:57:09 GMT -5
Arianna was just tucking away the money from the last purchase, only one galleon for a small print, when the man walked in. She didn't mind the small purchases, every bit helped, but she really was eager for someone to buy the big stuff. Not only because it would help their charity better, but also because it would be easier to get things home if they had less to take with them.
"Hello!" she turned to Nick and offered him a warm greeting. The man sitting beside her did the same, though a bit apprihensive about it. Despite being an adult, this was his first time in the wizarding world. He was a Muggle with Wizard friends, but being around so many magical folk seemed to unnerve him. Which was why he had stuck with Arianna in the tent. He knew she, at least, would keep him safe. As would Nic, when he got here.
"What can I do for you?" Arianna questioned, thinking the man looked slightly familiar. It was highly likely he just wanted a cool place to stand in and a glance at the artwork. He might not even purchase anything. Arianna could, perhaps, entice him to buy. She did have that charm sometimes.
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Post by milo on Mar 30, 2008 10:18:02 GMT -5
The Stonehenge Music Festival brought many things to one Senior Auror Milo Bach. It brought tiresome days of planning things such as anti muggle spells, organizing Auror shifts to work around and about all of Stonehenge and thirdly, it brought a little excitement to the job. Milo could never be described as a ‘ music lover, ‘ finding it to be distracting from his job at times, but he did enjoy the break from the monotony of work.
Things at the Ministry were rather slow, investigations concerning the Deva takeover at Hogwart’s were leading nowhere. And while he would much rather be finding the organizers of said event, he didn’t very much mind the Festival to distract him from his troubles concerning the Deva.
Despite the heat Milo was dressed in his normal attire, nice dress clothes with black robes, a color symbolizing power, elegance and formality. It was fitting for his professional life as well as his personal one. It just so happened that this outing was a collaboration of two. The older gentleman sent a quick look around as he apparated at the very entrance of Stonehenge, prepared to make his rounds about the place. While he still had time before his shift officially started, one of the things he believes in strongly is punctuality, even arriving at places early if he could help it.
The man straightened his robes slightly, making sure that his wand was securely in it’s holster where he had left it. Feeling prepared in case anything should happen, he stepped off into the crowds. He found the current music a little obnoxious to begin with but started to block the music out as he shuffled about the masses, keeping an eye on everyone as he did so.
Separating himself from the large crowd slightly, Milo spotted a small blue tent. Curiosity overtook the man and he made his way towards it, pondering about the contents inside. Surely something a little better than the raging music in the background? He hoped so. As he entered the tent he found it was much larger on the inside than he thought it to be from the outside – the blessings of magic. As it turned out, the tent was filled with art work. What looked to be almost a smile formed on Milo’s lips as he took a quick look around, not quite noticing the temperature change despite his choice of attire. Before leaving his home he had made sure to cast a cooling spell on himself, not wanting to be over heated during the hours he would have to spend at the festival.
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Post by Nick Taylor on Apr 2, 2008 21:15:25 GMT -5
Nick was still impressed with the size of the tent and the contents it held. It appeared that the entire marquee was packed with various forms of art, although the wand maker still wasn't sure what its purpose was. Thankfully, two people were sitting at the table in the front of the tent seemed to be ready to answer his questions.
Smiling, nodding, and saying hello to both of the people, the man directed his question to the young woman, as she seemed more comfortable and confident. "If you don't mind me asking, what is this for? Who is sponsoring this tent?"
Just as he finished his question, Nick felt a hot breeze blow in behind him, indicating that someone else entered the tent. Turning around to see who had joined him, the wand maker saw a stately looking man standing at the entrance, looking around as if he was very impressed. Still smiling, the man once again said hello, this time to a new person.
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Post by Brittany Garland on Apr 3, 2008 23:20:16 GMT -5
Having wandered around in the masses of people for most of the day, Brittany found it quite a great idea to travel down the rows of little stands. She had mainly stayed around stage one but had walked over to the other stages a couple of times. The young woman had felt no need to press people into talking to her for interviews. She had simply enjoyed her self and took a quote here and there from people in the crowd. It had turned out to be a spectacular event so far, in her opinion. The best part of reporting for the festival was that she could just have fun while working.
Brittany looked a bit sun-worn yet was not showing any signs of red, thankfully. Walking into one of the first tents on the aisle she was greeted with a blast of cool air. Basking in the relief from the sun, she noticed that the tent stood as some kind of art gallery or, perhaps, store. Intrigued by the massive amount of paintings and statues that were placed in the center, she moved further into the tent. Noticing only a few other people in the tent, she wondered exactly who was running the place.
There was a great variation of the type of art that the tent held she noticed as she lingered over the framed photographs. Brittany had never been able to create art besides when she was about five and found a true passion for finger painting. Although she lacked the talent, she had a great appreciation for it and for those who possessed the talents to create it. Looking around at the other people near her she couldn't help but do a double take at the small crowd. She didn't who any of them were at first glance, but after a second look she was sure that she recognized the young woman as Arianna. Of course, she didn't want to look like a complete idiot if it wasn't, especially since she had only known her by acquantance at Hogwarts.
Directing her attention back to the art, Brittany continued to browse through the pieces and ask questions when a good time came.
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Post by arianna on Apr 6, 2008 0:19:34 GMT -5
Arianna's eyes glanced over to the door as two more people entered. She thought she had that strange feeling that she knew one of them, but the feeling was quickly shoved aside. She got that feeling alot lately.
"Well....We're a newly formed group called the Artists' Coalition," Arianna replied with a bright smile. She was still amazed the group had been able to get organized so quickly. They were small, with less than a dozen members, but eager to get their cause out there. When Arianna had been asked to design the advertisement posters and fliers for Stonehenge, it had been the perfect opportunity to pull some strings and give the AC a place to get themselves known in the Wizarding World. "We sell our own art to raise money to assist young students wishing to take art classes at the soon-to-be-opened Marlow Studios. We're looking at about seventy percent of our profits going toward scholorships for low-income families and children in care of social services. We have pamplets that explain better..."
It really did sound like a lot. How many fundraising events gave that much of their money toward their charity? Arianna knew they could do it, though. The artists would recieve a small portion of the sales of their work plus a salary if they taught classes at the Studio. Most of the money, though, was to go into supplies. As it said in the pamplet, which Arianna had handed to the man, they would be well-stocked on anything anyone could possibly imagine needing for art classes. Arianna would not skimp in any area if at all possible. In fact, the Studio's stock-room was starting to look very similar to an art-supply store.
All of this was typed up nicely in the little pamplet, on the front of which was a nice picture of the studio, currently under construction. Drawings inside showed the floor plan and what people could expect the gallery and it's classrooms to look like once everything was complete. Arianna still felt a bit nervous everytime she handed one over, but it was so much easier than giving her whole well-rehersed and memorized advertisement. The pamplet didn't forget things and Arianna could answer questions better after someone asked instead of before.
"I can answer any other questions you might have, or Jack here can help you, too," Arianna motioned to the tall guy, whom she was hoping would get over his nerves and strike up conversations with the new arrivals. He seemed too scared to do so at the moment.
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Post by Brittany Garland on Apr 6, 2008 0:42:46 GMT -5
Brittany had intended on fully minding her own business and simply browsing through the various pieces of art. Unfortunately, her latest career choice had spoiled her on minding her own business and eaves-dropping. At first she was only trying to hear a name to place with the woman, just because of the familiarity, but as the woman spoke she found to just tune the voice out. Listening closely to her explanation of what the tent was supporting, Brittany couldn't help but feel her ears perk up. At the mention of a pamplet, she scanned the area of the room and spotted a stack of what she assumed were the referred to pamplets just on the desk by the woman.
Making a mental note to grab one on the way out, she picked up the painting that she had been staring at for the last two minutes. It displayed a man and woman in a park dancing with a tree and their picnic in the background. The artist had paid close attention to every detail it seemed, having put vains in each leaf of the tree and shadows of fish in the stream by a grassy hill. The colors were what really caught her eye with shades of gold, blue, and orange in the sky as if the sun were setting.
Finding it an opportune moment, Brittany walked over to the man simply standing beside the woman. She figured that since he was behind the desk as well that he could maybe help her out. "Excuse me," Brittany said to catch his attention and then went on, "I was just wondering how much this particular piece was."
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Post by milo on Apr 6, 2008 8:25:21 GMT -5
Milo nodded to the man whom said hello to him, a small smile appearing briefly on his face as he did so. “ Excuse me, “ He said with a polite nod as he maneuvered around the younger man to make his way around the vast blue tent.
As he moved past the man and the young woman he was speaking to, Milo caught a few words of their conversation. The Artists’ Coalition sounded like an interesting organization, and he decided to perhaps grab a pamphlet on his way out. But for now, he took his time looking over the art work. He walked slowly as to look at every piece of art; of which there were many. All of them appeared to be interesting, some beautiful, some fierce and tiring to look at. Milo perused the tent, careful to notice every detail in the pictures before him. They really were fascinating to look at, many different styles of art. It was clear that there were several different artists who had helped to put together the organization and had put forth their works for the Festival.
The small rare smile was still on his face as he stopped in front of one particular painting. It was a small painting of a city scene, reminding him very much of his original home of Germany. Even thought he had been only two years of age when the Bach family moved to England, he still remembered several things about the place.
The scene had been painted in black and white, along with hues of the two colors. It created a nice affect and Milo couldn’t help but admire it.
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Post by Nick Taylor on Apr 7, 2008 15:02:32 GMT -5
Listening, nodding, and smiling politely, Nick thought the organization sounded worthwhile. If he found anything he liked, the man would be more likely to buy something now. However, the man behind the front table was acting strange. While the young woman was rather pleasant, he didn't get such good feelings from the other staff member.
Picking up a pamphlet from the table, the wand maker glanced through it. It was well designed and contained lots of information, so he would be sure to read the content over late. Now, however, he wanted to start browsing the artwork behind the table.
"Thanks for your help," the shop owner said, smiling genuinely. "I think I'll have a look around, if you don't mind..." Trailing off, Nick stepped to the left of the table to make his way back to the vast collection of art. So many different aisles, it was hard to choose where to even begin...
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