Blind Eye Gallery appears at first glance to be some sort of fancy art gallery. The walls were at one point in time a pristine white, but now there is an explosion of color, like someone took a paint can and just threw it at the wall without any thought to the point that it's also splattered or pooled on the floors. On the far north wall, right behind what could be seen as a desk is a large smiley face that somehow seemed to have survived the paint attack.
There are easels set up, displaying various pieces of art, depicting what looks like a desert, various people all dressed colorfully, people in white suits, what looks like laser gun battles (???) between the two sides and one depicting a Mailbox.
Spiritual Advisor herself will rarely be found in the actual gallery. In fact, she's mostly avoiding it at all cost because it makes her skin crawl. But on the rare times you cfind her there you'll see a young woman barely in her twenties looking like she hasn't had a decent meal in a while. She's dressed in paint covered and ripped blue jeans, knee high black combat boots and most striking a blue zip up hoodie that's covered in song lyrics. The most striking would be the words "We'll Carry On" located on the back. She's rarely seen with it off, but does wear a boring tank top underneath.
I
[The cheerful voices on the PA, the music pumping through the sound systems, the store itself that she'd woken up in, all set Spiritual Advisor on edge. So the moment she could, the moment she had her bearings and realize at the very least this wasn't home she ran like the wind and out of the mall onto the grounds.
She ran until coming to a skidding halt at the sight of Cardinal Beach. She stared at it with the widest of eyes, awe struck even. Spirit's never beach before, real or fake. Heck, the largest body of water she'd ever seen was a pool and that was a lifetime ago. When she snapped out of her shock she steps towards where the waves lapped at the sand, letting the water splash against her boots. Then she was reaching down, dipping her fingers into the water expecting it to burn. But it didn't.
With a a certain amount of childish excitment, someone might see her hopping hurriedly out of her boots and tossing them behind her. Then? Then Spirit is playing in the waves, laughing and kicking water this way and that, though never going past her knees.]
II
[She's done a bit of exploring, gotten some of her nervous energy out, but now she can't help but feel the need to poke around. Old habits die hard, maybe, and if you tell a killjoy not to do something? Well, she's going to have to do it!
Which is how she's wound up in the Administration offices, hood up and mask on. She's nosing around, trying to find any trace of who actually owns this place, if it is some Better Living Industry trap or just... Well. Anything! Anything at all but after hours of searching she let's out a frustrated sort of noise, hands on her hips.]
It's all gibberish!
Wildcard
[Come at me with anything! Outside of the beach, you could find Spirit absolutely pigging out at the food at Resaurant Row or just sitting around anywhere and everywhere sketching the robot patroling or other characters.]
[Mun Note: Spirit here is a fandom OC based off of the universe created by the My Chemical Romance album Danger Days, the music videos, and the comic that followed. She's just a colorful rebel.]
Spiritual Advisor l Blind Eye Gallery
There are easels set up, displaying various pieces of art, depicting what looks like a desert, various people all dressed colorfully, people in white suits, what looks like laser gun battles (???) between the two sides and one depicting a Mailbox.
Spiritual Advisor herself will rarely be found in the actual gallery. In fact, she's mostly avoiding it at all cost because it makes her skin crawl. But on the rare times you cfind her there you'll see a young woman barely in her twenties looking like she hasn't had a decent meal in a while. She's dressed in paint covered and ripped blue jeans, knee high black combat boots and most striking a blue zip up hoodie that's covered in song lyrics. The most striking would be the words "We'll Carry On" located on the back. She's rarely seen with it off, but does wear a boring tank top underneath.
I
[The cheerful voices on the PA, the music pumping through the sound systems, the store itself that she'd woken up in, all set Spiritual Advisor on edge. So the moment she could, the moment she had her bearings and realize at the very least this wasn't home she ran like the wind and out of the mall onto the grounds.
She ran until coming to a skidding halt at the sight of Cardinal Beach. She stared at it with the widest of eyes, awe struck even. Spirit's never beach before, real or fake. Heck, the largest body of water she'd ever seen was a pool and that was a lifetime ago. When she snapped out of her shock she steps towards where the waves lapped at the sand, letting the water splash against her boots. Then she was reaching down, dipping her fingers into the water expecting it to burn. But it didn't.
With a a certain amount of childish excitment, someone might see her hopping hurriedly out of her boots and tossing them behind her. Then? Then Spirit is playing in the waves, laughing and kicking water this way and that, though never going past her knees.]
II
[She's done a bit of exploring, gotten some of her nervous energy out, but now she can't help but feel the need to poke around. Old habits die hard, maybe, and if you tell a killjoy not to do something? Well, she's going to have to do it!
Which is how she's wound up in the Administration offices, hood up and mask on. She's nosing around, trying to find any trace of who actually owns this place, if it is some Better Living Industry trap or just... Well. Anything! Anything at all but after hours of searching she let's out a frustrated sort of noise, hands on her hips.]
It's all gibberish!
Wildcard
[Come at me with anything! Outside of the beach, you could find Spirit absolutely pigging out at the food at Resaurant Row or just sitting around anywhere and everywhere sketching the robot patroling or other characters.]
[Mun Note: Spirit here is a fandom OC based off of the universe created by the My Chemical Romance album Danger Days, the music videos, and the comic that followed. She's just a colorful rebel.]