Black Book Beautiful

Decided to split Afro and Ash's story off from Free Your Mind (with his permission of course) and continue it. Other characters from the original may make a brief appearance but will not be part of the central theme.

The woman on the wall captured Asheyna's full attention. It had been ages since she had seen color.

"Oh Robyn this is incredible!" She stood transfixed as Robyn pulled on her arm, reminding her that admiring art in public was a very bad idea.

"There are LitPol everywhere, we have to go!"

The Literary Police had been created several years ago to enforce the complete ban on any artistic expression in response to a movement claiming artists were dangerous. Creativity was seen as counter-cultural and anyone seeking a voice through these means was a terrorist.

Standing admiring a large piece of street art was not something you wanted to be caught doing. Still she refused to move until something solid flew around the corner and sent them both flying.

Asheyna looked at the figure sprawled out infront of her, spray cans rolling to a stop by her feet and, was that a ferret?!  Her mind began to race and it took all over 3 seconds to figure it out.

"That, the wall, it was you?"  Her eyes widened as she realized she'd gotten exactly what she wished for.  "That wall is the most inspiring thing I've seen in a long time!  I love how you capture the strength of her without going overboard on her masculine qualities.  And the colors...  

"What the frack?  You're a Protagonist too?"  Stopped in the middle of her exposition on the finer points of his graffitti she noticed a small pin with that distinctive "P".

"He's what?  What are you talking about Ash?"  Robyn was confused and annoyed, she hadn't decided which one yet.  This place was about to be ground zero of a LitPol invasion and there was Asheyna rambling on like it was some kind of urban art expo.  A hint of sadness crept over as she recalled some of the brilliant shows she'd been to.  Ash used to drag them all over to go see some guy with a spray can, she'd never really gotten the point, until they started disappearing.  

"Excuse me lady, but I have no idea what you're talking about."

"The pin, on your leg.  We all have one," she pointed out a small pin on the corner of her jeans pocket.  

The ferret was climbing up the stranger's back with what almost seemed to be a running commentary given his response to it.  When it finished he nodded once and turned to look at the women.

"Look, I'm not really sure what you guys all are, but so far, you're my kinda people.  You can count me in."

"Awesome!  You have to show me more of your work, I bet I've seen some of it around, tagging just fascinates me.  I suck at it, trust me, I got so much respect for you guys..."

"Asheyna are you kidding me?!  You're going to discuss art, here, with that wall calling every LitPol for miles?  Sweetie I luv ya but we have got to get going.

"Can you meet us at the train station?  We obviously can't keep up with you on that," she pointed to the board, "but we're heading west.  Get there, try not to get yourself arrested and hop on whatever train you see us board ok?  Then we can talk."  She took Asheyna by the arm and started pulling her again to the train station.

"What do you think Reeza?  Should we go?" he asked as he watched the women walk away.  The shorter blond one kept turning back to eye his mural.  "Yeah, yeah I know."

The End

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