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artfulforger) wrote2018-04-30 04:06 pm
artfulforger) wrote2018-04-30 04:06 pm
Therapy shit 28/4 - Closed to Therapists and Arthur
Talk about a day you find enjoyable?
Right this sounds like some kind of dating shit. My likes are long walks on the beach, mai tais in the casino, and obnoxiously tacky prints paired to drive a certain pointman fucking bonkers. What is an enjoyable day? I mean, I enjoyed the getting out of my parent's house. I really enjoyed my first date with CeCe Carpenter in year 10 that ended up with the police picking us up and her old man threatening to have me killed. I would call every time I went into a museum and saw one of my replacements hanging there without anyone fucking noticing enjoyable as all hell. Guessing this is nothing you're looking for though. I mean, otherwise your lives would be really boring reading through all of this.
Let's go with day that most changed my life and fixed everything that had gone wrong with the last ten years.
I started out forging documents. I had a flair for it, and it was easy for me to reproduce signatures, get font sizes just right and even replicate ink tones to perfection. I was good at it, but I got bored easily. Which is what led me to works of art. Sculpture I was shite at, but paintings? Those I had a knack for. Started out for kicks, but then I started making bank on helping to switch out my works for the true masterpieces and that put all my skills together and I was loving it. I was good at it, the thrills were great, and if I did get caught, I was good at talking my way out of it.
It was right after the latter had happened that I met Mal. I had just been nicked for trading out a Jasper John in a private collection. I never knew why anyone wanted the crap piece, but there's no accounting for taste, or realizing that a herd of damn fluffy mutts were actually attack trained. So I'm waiting to see if I'm going to do time and in walks Mal. She's whispering with a detective and next thing I know, they're letting me go.
I don't even remember the next hour, but then I'm at some cafe, sitting at an outside table with Mal and this squinty eye bastard I end up learning is her husband, Dominick. Mal and Dom. They were part of some new thing that involved using dreams and people and getting what you wanted through heists that had jackshit to do with alarms and security and everything to do with the mind and everything we dreamt about.
Mal looked beautiful and sly. Dominick earnest and intense. I still remember what he said to me that day.
"What is the most resilient parasite? Bacteria? A virus? An intestinal worm? An idea. Resilient... highly contagious. Once an idea has taken hold of the brain it's almost impossible to eradicate. An idea that is fully formed - fully understood - that sticks; right in there somewhere.."
I learned later he said it to a lot of people. Myself. Arthur. Yusuf. It's how he drew us in, got us on board with this whole game of cat and mouse thievery of the mind. It's not what brought me on board though. It was that they promised. Mal said it, leaning in close, all French and beautiful and sexy. I feel in love with her that day, but I don't think there's a person that knew her that didn't.
"Why limit yourself to paint and pen, when you can literally reforge your entire body, bits of your soul even, with every job?"
That moment would be the most enjoyable day because it started everything else.
Right this sounds like some kind of dating shit. My likes are long walks on the beach, mai tais in the casino, and obnoxiously tacky prints paired to drive a certain pointman fucking bonkers. What is an enjoyable day? I mean, I enjoyed the getting out of my parent's house. I really enjoyed my first date with CeCe Carpenter in year 10 that ended up with the police picking us up and her old man threatening to have me killed. I would call every time I went into a museum and saw one of my replacements hanging there without anyone fucking noticing enjoyable as all hell. Guessing this is nothing you're looking for though. I mean, otherwise your lives would be really boring reading through all of this.
Let's go with day that most changed my life and fixed everything that had gone wrong with the last ten years.
I started out forging documents. I had a flair for it, and it was easy for me to reproduce signatures, get font sizes just right and even replicate ink tones to perfection. I was good at it, but I got bored easily. Which is what led me to works of art. Sculpture I was shite at, but paintings? Those I had a knack for. Started out for kicks, but then I started making bank on helping to switch out my works for the true masterpieces and that put all my skills together and I was loving it. I was good at it, the thrills were great, and if I did get caught, I was good at talking my way out of it.
It was right after the latter had happened that I met Mal. I had just been nicked for trading out a Jasper John in a private collection. I never knew why anyone wanted the crap piece, but there's no accounting for taste, or realizing that a herd of damn fluffy mutts were actually attack trained. So I'm waiting to see if I'm going to do time and in walks Mal. She's whispering with a detective and next thing I know, they're letting me go.
I don't even remember the next hour, but then I'm at some cafe, sitting at an outside table with Mal and this squinty eye bastard I end up learning is her husband, Dominick. Mal and Dom. They were part of some new thing that involved using dreams and people and getting what you wanted through heists that had jackshit to do with alarms and security and everything to do with the mind and everything we dreamt about.
Mal looked beautiful and sly. Dominick earnest and intense. I still remember what he said to me that day.
"What is the most resilient parasite? Bacteria? A virus? An intestinal worm? An idea. Resilient... highly contagious. Once an idea has taken hold of the brain it's almost impossible to eradicate. An idea that is fully formed - fully understood - that sticks; right in there somewhere.."
I learned later he said it to a lot of people. Myself. Arthur. Yusuf. It's how he drew us in, got us on board with this whole game of cat and mouse thievery of the mind. It's not what brought me on board though. It was that they promised. Mal said it, leaning in close, all French and beautiful and sexy. I feel in love with her that day, but I don't think there's a person that knew her that didn't.
"Why limit yourself to paint and pen, when you can literally reforge your entire body, bits of your soul even, with every job?"
That moment would be the most enjoyable day because it started everything else.