Chapter 2: Works of Love

[Jack Kruschev]

Anthony sat and watched as the clones slowly grew in that vault.

Yawning, he sat back and slowly lost conciousness.

[Calithin Crest]

((To Tuvi, yo.))

Our main supplier for office supplies, cleaning supplies, shipping supplies... Our main supplier for supplies is AllMart. Since we will soon be needing to increase our order from them of such materials to be able to stock our new South/Latin American mines and the administrative offices that will accompany them, I decide that I better make an appointment to talk this over with Dinari. I have my secretary get me his assistant on the line so that I can schedule this quickly. As the phone rings I lean back in my chair and close my eyes-- running a successful business and being exceptionally powerful can be tiring.

[Linnea Korpela]

Linnea hears the bell ring again, she hopes that it is Jumala leaving, and she is surprised that he didn't just barge in the back room, he has done that once or twice.
After a few moments curiosity gets to Linnea and goes to make sure that Jumula left, but he didn't and there was a another young man in the gallery.
She stood in the door way and wiped the yellow paint from her hands, the mess in the back room was almost cleaned up.
She didn't have to introduce herself to everyone that came into the gallery and at this particular moment she would rather not but this time she felt like she had to.
"Welcome. My name is Linnea. I'm glad you stopped by," she walked up to the young man who had walked in with her hand extended.

[Tristan Tuzanic]

"Yeah, I'm Tristan. I really like your art." Tristan says in a soft voice. His voice is always pretty soft and mellow sounding. He looks around and notices there aren't too many people in the gallery right now.

"You know, I'm an artist too. But I just hate how controlled art is right now." He confides in her. "Art should be free."

[Linnea Korpela]

Linnea smiled, normally she wouldn't have said anything but she was frustrated and he said exactly how she felt.
"I know. And thanks but this is really held back for me," she said as she straighted a painting on the wall. "They all have manalist themes, they all support the religion but I shouldn't be bound to their ideals...nobody should."
As she spoke she looked over the painting, she hated it. She hated what it stood for. But she kept doing it to stay alive.

[Tristan Tuzanic]

"That guy keeps looking at you. Maybe he is with the Manalists. Maybe we should go outside to talk about these things." Tristan says of Keitoleinen who is actually watching them from what it seems to Tristan anyway.

"But yeah, I hate seeing all this religious art. Sometimes I just paint things...but I never show anyone because I wouldn't want to get in trouble or anything like that." He says in a whisper. He gives Keitoleinen a paranoid glance.

[Linnea Korpela]

"He is," Linnea says nonchalantly. She doesn't turn to look at him. She glanced towards the windows but didn't move. "Actually do you want to come into my back room, I'll show you some of the stuff I'm working on."
This time her voice was much louder, she wasn't sure why she did this. Purhaps she thought that would throw off anyone who was in there that she was really dedicated to this manalist art.
She started to walk toward the back room.
"Be careful, some paint was spilled in there. I was cleaning it up but there is still a little bit on the floor."

[Tristan Tuzanic]

"Sure, I'll come back." He says quietly then followers her to the back room. He is careful not to slip on the paint. He feels like he can trust her and it is nice to actually talk to someone who isn't giving him orders or talking about Father Manala.

"This world sucks. Everyday is just a fight to stay alive. One of these days I'm just going to...do myself in." He says in almost a whisper. "How do you manage to stay alive in a world so hopeless?"

[Linnea Korpela]

Linnea closes the door a bit so that their voices don't carry out into the gallery, she sits up on a stool that is by a counter where there are various things scattered, there was a second stool close by.
"I know. Sometimes I feel the same way," she isn't sure why she is being so open, normally she was very shy and reserved. Maybe it was because she was pissed about Jumula in the gallery. She was a little lost for words, this kid was saying quite clearly what she had felt ever since her parents died.
"You shouldn't think like that," was all she could manage as she picked up a carving tool and played with it.
She thought about his last question.
"I'm not sure how I do it," she whispered.

[Tristan Tuzanic]

"Art and music helps me get through it." He admits to her. "I used to be in a band before all of this. We did some experimental music." He explains, but all of that was long ago and makes him sad. Everything makes him sad.

"Thanks for taking me back here. I feel safe with you, you know. I don't know why. I don't even know you. Tell me..some things about yourself."

[Linnea Korpela]

She was shocked by his confession but for some reason she felt from the beginning.
"Your welcome. For some odd reason I feel the same way. "I don't really remember much of the time before this. I was young when this all happened. My parents were killed by manalists and I too have to hide because...." she had become too comfortable too fast. "Ah that's not important."
Linnea turned back to the tool she had dropped on the counter and she picked it up.
"I just wish there wasn't so much oppression and people were more free to do what they wanted and free to be who they are."

[Tristan Tuzanic]

"I don't think the world will ever really be free." Tristan admits to her. "Have you ever tried drugs or drinking? I think it helps me." He states. It is sort of a bold confession. "If not, you should try sometime. I could get you some red leaf. It's pretty relaxing."

[Linnea Korpela]

"No," Linnea says flatly. "I don't do anything like that."
She doesn't look at him though.
"Well the world could be more free then it is now. There shouldn't be a government that beats the people does so they are suffocating. People should be able to live their lives the way they want to. They shouldn't be bothered by other people, that is the only time I think a government should step in. We shouldn't be told what religion to practice, what music to listen to, what food to eat. If it doens't bother anyone else why can't I believe in God. Why can't I eat sugar. Why can't I listen to loud music. Just as long as it doesn't bother anyone else."
She sighed and started to carve into the counter a little with the tool.



OCC: sorry if my posts start to take a little longer to get posted. I'm making little houses for my aquarium

[Tristan Tuzanic]

"Yeah, it would be nice." He says to her and leaves it at that. "Well, wanna go out and maybe have some fun. Maybe we could just hang out and go for coffee or a walk. It might cheer us both up." Tristan suggests. All of this talk is making him depressed. He watches her carve at the counter.

"It's kinda nice out."

[Linnea Korpela]

Linnea thought for a moment about his offer. She would be able to get away from the gallery and Jumula and she would finally be able to do something other then sit at him and clean her already near spotless home.
"Ok," she turns and looks at him. "Anything is better then staying here."
Getting up she gets her keys and turns off the lights in the back room. She locks up the back room but doesn't bother with the gallery, there are still people there and she could care less if any of the art gets stolen she hates it all anyway.