Post by Seraphim on Jul 15, 2006 17:20:25 GMT 12
Rakugaki grinned to herself. Ever since she’d first tagged something – a throw-up in brown and pink of a spare piece of wood in the garage – there had been a certain thrill that came with using a aerosol can. Even now, some three years on, it was still a rush of excitement. It didn’t matter that this wasn’t town hall she was covering in dripping paint, the rush was still there. Then again, if someone caught her tagging this particular building, she might be in more trouble than if she covered the town hall and the government tower. She shook her can of red paint, the ball bearing inside rattling in that characteristic rhythm as she surveyed the wall she was working on.
It stretched upwards, thirteen stories into the air, and had already been seen her handiwork. Just a simple throw-up somewhere around the back, before she knew what the place was. She thought it was still there, her name in silver bubble-letters with a red misting inside. That had been when the tribe first found her, of course, and took her into their ranks. She was still surprised by it, sometimes. She was little use to them, and here she was, wondering how best to explain the mural to Mina when she was found out.
Personally, Rakugaki was quite proud of the piece – the Vampire symbol blown up massively to cover the wall as high as she could reach, then thick black letters dripping blood and studded with silver spelling out the tribe name. She’d been working on it in layers, hiding it behind trashcans and a big dumpster when not at work. Soon enough, someone would find her there and report her to Mina. But who knew – maybe Mina would like it.
Pressing her finger down on the nozzle, Rakugaki signed her name to the mural, MAV16 in blood-red letters. She put her hands next to the name and sprayed around it, leaving more paint on hands than on the wall. Everybody would know she had been tagging again, but they didn’t see bothered by it. Vampire throw-ups through Rhymes Square and occasionally outside was perhaps a good thing for them – publicity, so to speak.
Rakugaki dry-washed her hands on the ragged end of her already paint-covered grey hoodie, examining her work. She decided not to push the bins back into place this time, leaving it to dry properly. Someone was sure to see it and connect it to her, but right then she was too proud to care.
It stretched upwards, thirteen stories into the air, and had already been seen her handiwork. Just a simple throw-up somewhere around the back, before she knew what the place was. She thought it was still there, her name in silver bubble-letters with a red misting inside. That had been when the tribe first found her, of course, and took her into their ranks. She was still surprised by it, sometimes. She was little use to them, and here she was, wondering how best to explain the mural to Mina when she was found out.
Personally, Rakugaki was quite proud of the piece – the Vampire symbol blown up massively to cover the wall as high as she could reach, then thick black letters dripping blood and studded with silver spelling out the tribe name. She’d been working on it in layers, hiding it behind trashcans and a big dumpster when not at work. Soon enough, someone would find her there and report her to Mina. But who knew – maybe Mina would like it.
Pressing her finger down on the nozzle, Rakugaki signed her name to the mural, MAV16 in blood-red letters. She put her hands next to the name and sprayed around it, leaving more paint on hands than on the wall. Everybody would know she had been tagging again, but they didn’t see bothered by it. Vampire throw-ups through Rhymes Square and occasionally outside was perhaps a good thing for them – publicity, so to speak.
Rakugaki dry-washed her hands on the ragged end of her already paint-covered grey hoodie, examining her work. She decided not to push the bins back into place this time, leaving it to dry properly. Someone was sure to see it and connect it to her, but right then she was too proud to care.