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The crisp fall air was perfect for the night, laughter and screams of fright echoed through out. Among the shops nestled in Halloween decor there was a small Art Gallery, tucked in black. If one didn't know what they were looking for they'd almost miss it thinking that the gallery was closed for the night. However, it was quite the opposite inside buzzed with excitement and worry. Alexis had worn her best dress, to the masquerade. It'd taken a while to figure out a costume but soon she settled on attempting to make a likeness of one of Effie's dresses.

It had taken a while, since Alexis was not quite the seamstress of the artistic group. However, she was well enough able to design and redesign the costume. So there she stood in the most dazzling outfit she could manage. The woman had worked rather hard to mimic the monarch dress but she'd managed somehow, adding her own little flare to it. Including the mask which she wore.

The exhibit itself housed an array of talents, it started with the macabre and trickled into the horror and finally the gore. Alexis was glad that children weren't allowed to attend and her shoes, were kind of killing her feet. As she moved about the gallery to inspect the images and gape. As she walked she found the more enthralled she became. The Macabre ranged from those moments in the Grimm's tales to other more original designs, the horror was just that littered with fantastical beasts and creatures, there were even zombies to be had here. And as she moved along into the Gore, Alexis found herself walking right back out.

The woman shook her head as she moved back towards the bar for a stiff drink. "There is no way that I could ever do that with my works." Alexis' stuff sat mingled among the Macabre and the Horror littered with interpretations of youma and those of order and chaos. Though while it was littered Alexis had insured that her references weren't recognizable nore would any of it give her away as such a participator in these troubling times. Alexis sat there with drink in hand as one of the other artists moved over to speak with her curious about the subject matter she'd chosen. "To be honest, I merely take those things of my nightmares and relay them into the then and now, for you see. . . as a spectator of such impudence's and petty little tiffs of such a gang war. . . I feel as if some of these incidents are very valuable in our lives and can serve to teach something."

She paused as she took a sip, "Though, if you ask me, it's also things of nightmares and fears from what I hear from others that are spectators of this mayhem. . . They're magical creatures and begins. That's enough there to classify some of them worthy of a Halloween event. Did you not see the use of lighting. What about the colors and the undertones and the message? The perspective also helps and what highlights villains and heroes. Or Victors and the defeated. They can be just as scary and creepy as Count Dracula or Frankenstein's Monster. . . I think you should do well to not forget about it." She defended as others had come to pick at a few of her entries, though no one seemed to question the monsters. Even the lesser scary ones. The woman sighed as she sat there, when others had gotten bored of drilling her wishing that she'd brought some company. Surely someone could see the artistic brilliance she'd placed forward in her subjects?