Artistic differences (Trix)

[Stella Davenport]

Stella had a hoodie on and her sleeves pulled all the way up to her elbows as she sneaked out of her dorm room. She was supposed to be meeting her friend Harper 'Bex' Kinston for some fun. She knew that she probably shouldn't have left campus for the city but she was tired of being held up. She stopped to lace up her high tops and then ran towards the gates to meet her friend. She had her bag held tightly in her hand as she came to a stop. "Ready for a girls night out?" she really did try and see past the colors, Harpers voice was a nice lavender, it didn't over take her sight the way other voices did.


She slung her back over her shoulder, wishing she had a pair of roller skates, it would've made the night better. Sure there was a possibility that they'd get in trouble but Stella was pretty much down for anything with a little risk. Was she an adrenaline junky? Most likely but she was determined to jot let moving to kalispell ruin her lifestyle. That meant going all out to find things to thrill her and keep her kind off of what was going around her.

She gestured for Harper to follow as she walked down the path to the city. She wished she had a car, this would be so much easier if she did. "did you have a specific place in mind?"

[Harper 'Bex' Kinston]

After befriending one of her dorm mates, Harper had found it a lot easier to sneak out of the room without being detected or worrying about being ratted out. She found herself escaping after curfew a lot more often now because of it. Her shirt was dark to blend in with the shadows around the building. She'd taped up her bright, neon tennis shoes to make sure they didn't give her away while she rounded the corner of the building and took off towards the gate. Running was the best way to escape undetected, and she was fast enough to do exactly that. Her duffel bag was heaved over her shoulder, but with very little sound coming from the bottles inside. A time or two after being caught for that very reason, Harper had decided to wrap her bottles in bubble wrap. It had been pretty effective and she was pleased with her now silent goody bag.

She had beaten Stella there by only a few minutes, but as her friend stopped beside her, Harper waved and nodded, "Heck yeah, I've been stenciling all day." During her art class, her teacher was none the wiser that Harper, the angel who sat in the corner and never disrupted anything, was working on a stencil for tagging a public building. And was in short a felon. She had come up with a pretty decent signature tag and couldn't wait to put it up where she'd see it every day, as well as many other people.

Having a tagging partner only made it more fun. And a lot easier to look out for cops or people who would call the cops. "I found this building that's a blank canvas. I think everyone else around the city is too scared to tag it because it's supposed to be that Elizabeth Fisher chick's campaign building or something." Yes Harper had aimed high. A political figure who was anti-mutant. If anything, Harper thought she had it coming. "You game?" She smirked at the girl beside her, though she'd have understood if Stella turned down the idea. It was definitely something that could get them both in a lot of trouble.

[Stella Davenport]

Stella was ready to run from the police if needed, in fact she was actually hoping her ability would actually help her out other than hinder her tonight. Surely picking up police radio signals wasn't too much to ask of her gift? That way they could anticipate the police and run. She had dressed in dark colors and had worn her darkest pair of running shoes. It was just like playing ding dong ditch, but with spray paint. It's not like she had parents to care if she got arrested or not.

"Pfft of course I'm game, besides she totally has it coming " Stella was down for anything, it made all the more sweeter they were messing with some one who was soo against what they were. She was giddy with excitement. She was a great artist or anything but she could hold her own. Besides, to her it wasn't about the art works, it was about the thrill. She wasn't sure but she figured for her friend it was about the art.

"we should probably get going before it gets too late. The later it is the more likely the police are to patrol for delinquents" She said snickering. This was going to end with the either arrested or outta breath... Probably both.

[Harper 'Bex' Kinston]

Stella's answer made Harper smile. Well, at least they were both up for a little trouble. Harper's parents had been the ones to introduce her to the graffiti life and although they knew it was illegal and probably not the best thing to be teaching their daughter, how could they have known that she would become in love with it and aim for a political figure that probably wanted to make them all disappear and honestly, probably could.

Harper was very art oriented. She was born to be a painted and had even created works through spray paint that her professor considered with a classic elegance to them, rather than just associating it with street art. That was what almost made it comical, that no one suspected a thing from her because she was the quiet, reserved wallflower in school. Now here she was, walking into the city about to make a political statement with her work. It wasn't right for everyone to fear such an uptight normie who was just mad because she couldn't set the world ablaze or freeze hell over just with a flick of her wrist. It had to be jealousy.

"You're right, I'm too pretty for jail anyway," Harper snorted, sarcasm dripping in her tone and her nose scrunched up. It wasn't that she thought she was ugly, she just thought the whole 'too pretty for jail' remark was stupid, and yet it got used often. No one cared how pretty people were in jail. "I say we deck out this building with as much art as we can. Just to piss her off." And although Harper was above paint phallic symbols on the building, she still let the thought pass through her mind.

[Stella Davenport]

Stella was the type of person that didn't exactly care where her actions leaded her. She knew there was a possibility of getting into serious trouble and quite frankly that excited her. She knew this was just her way of dealing with her parent's betrayal but she still liked the fact that she had a friend to make trouble with. Why not do some good for mutants while she was out getting high off adrenaline.

"I agree with that, you take the bottom half and Ill take the top half?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. Defacing public property and scaling buildings? She was definitely down for that, she made sure to flip through the radio signals she was getting. There seemed to be nothing on the police scanners that she could see. She actually wasn't picking up any police radio frequency which was a sign that there wasn't a car in sight. Lucky for them, maybe they could end the night with pizza instead of making a call from the police station.

Stella had a bounce in her step as she walked into town, she hadn't been following this Elizabeth Fisher person but she heard of her. She was pretty sure her parents shared the same views as this lady. That was enough to get her fired up, about this whole art statement thing. Even if they both knew she was just doing it for the thrills

[Harper 'Bex' Kinston]

Harper nodded, "Sounds like a plan. D'you have enough paint? I brought extra if you need it." Because Harper was always well-stocked on a run. The idea of running out of paint on a tag was like a nightmare to Harper. The piece would go unfinished and the message wouldn't be read the right way. It was a horrifying thought because Harper was all about the message being perceived in a specific way. The current tag message was about the strength of mutants and how little they feared what was coming. Sure, Harper didn't want to provoke some kind of war, but the mutants had to stand up for themselves and show that they were capable of fighting back.

If that message went unfinished, it could end up looking more like a threat than a rally.

Stella seemed to be into it, whether it was for the reason Harper was or not didn't matter, she just liked having someone to watch her back while she was hard at work and vice versa. She was an only child, didn't have someone to look after her or have her back other than her parents, but even then it wasn't the same. Stella was the closest thing she had to someone who she trusted to cover for her and who she would no doubt cover for.

"So I'm gonna need help with my stencil, you down for helping me put it up? It's kind of massive," Harper laughed and glanced over her shoulder. She was a little bit on edge every time she went out, but it was still early enough that it didn't seem that the cops were making their rounds around this part yet. It was a little town with very little crime it seemed. Why would they suspect two teens defacing a politician's property?