Topic: Isn't she, Pretty in Pink

GoGo

Date: 2008-08-21 19:09 EST
It started out small. Just another scribble on the bathroom wall in the ladies room at the Red Dragon Inn. Bright pink Sharpie scrawl.

Renna-kins

Another could be spotted in the mens room as well.

Renna-kins was here too!

Early evening in the back alley of the inn. Metallic tink and rolling of bearing in a can and then the hiss. It was no metal snake taking up residence there. It was the hiss and shake of a spray can being used. Quick passes to spell out the words in four foot letters on the brick wall. All in a pretty pink.

Renna-kins Luvs Hugs.

The would-be tagger stepped back to study her work. "Need more paint" Empty spray paint cans got tossed into the dumpster. A tune whistled as she sauntered out of the alley. The theme song from an old television show and movie she had seen once. Something called Mission Impossible.

GoGo

Date: 2008-08-21 20:48 EST
Night time found a figure clad all in black sitting atop one of the taller buildings on the West End. The wall chosen for this tag could be easily seen from the rest of the city. The building itself was painted white, it would be a grand background. One leg dangled over the side of the building as the tagger checked every thing. A pair of bandoliers crisscrossed chest. Spray cans, the ammunition they carried. Strapped to the figure's back was the tank of a portable paint sprayer. The resevoir tank had been filled with a mixture of bright pink paint and fairy dust. The latter would make the color sparkle. Like Vegas baby!

Harness and lines double checked. Black gloves pulled on and the black ski mask was pulled down into place. The other leg was swung over the ledge and the firgure dropped from the rooftop perch to zip down the nylon line. The moons over Rhydin provided enough light for the work to be done. The top of a can of black spray paint was popped and let drop.

The figure started to outline the letters to be painted. This particular masterpiece would take the tagger a few hours to complete. Back and forth, up and down, the figure moved like a spider dangling on a web line. The letters were each ten feet high. The symbol that followed the words was easy enough. Not much more than a circle to be painted. But the accents to that huge yellow circle were what truly mad the whole thing pop.

A few hours later there was nothing left around the base of the building to tell anything was amiss. Several blocks away a black clad figure walked along the empty street. A black bag slung over one shoulder. The empty spray cans rattled amongst the rest of the equipment. The figure stopped after crossing a street. Turning around, the ski mask was pulled off and stuffed into a pocket. One hand ruffled the silver spikes of hair back into their usual artful chaos. The Trueblood looked up and back at her handy work. It was enough to make an Ad-man smile. Sparkling Pink letters spelled out the words.... .....GOT RENNA-KINS ?

The words were followed by a huge yellow smiley face with a pink mustache.

The Trueblood laughed and sauntered away.