-Morgan, Studio A, dodging the artful Aline ( who might want to kill him ...again)-<br/><br/>Morgan moved into the studio and locked the door behind him, sweeping away from the door and looking about the working area.He was supposed to be sharing it with Dorian, and he would be happy to as soon as Dorian could prove that A) Aline was not behind him with a gun to his head so she could get in and Shoot Morgan, or B) Dorian was not aiding that very same Aline for performing some type of Amateur amputation or surgery. Either way, Morgan locked the door, and pushed a piece of furniture up against it for good measure. He kicked his shoes off, socks following them to drape atop the chucks, and then he set about working.<br/><br/>It was not the largest place he had to work, nor was it the smallest. It was better than the roach motel firetrap that had been the first place he had worked out, this was certain. it was a simple place, but he found that to be the draw, the motivation for his work at the time. There was an attraction, a simplicity and return to the basics that he felt drawn to, and with that in mind, he began to work.<br/><br/>He moved to the center of the room, drawing a chair he had found from against the wall. Even though he had some decent funds available he never lost the skill of being frugal. Dumpster diving and consignment store shopping was an art, and he did so enjoy his art. He had found a chair in one of his many sojourns into the trash and refuse of various construction projects about the city. The chair had to be older than he was, still functional, but with no trappings of finery left about it. it was cold, sterile, lifeless, and that meant it was perfect.<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://z.about.com/w/experts/Collectibles-General-Antiques-682/2009/12/Antique-Carved-Chair_1.jpg)</div><br/>He set the chair in the middle of the room, making it the focal point of his soon to be display. He had spent time cleaning it, sanitizing it, he would not work in unsafe conditions. He removed any sheen and lacquer from the chair, leaving it dull and drab, it was part of the piece, but would not be the beauty. Below the chair he arranged a black mat and then set about assembling the frames to attach scrims behind the chair, the goal being to disguise the depth of the supposed room the chair was occupying.<br/><br/>He worked quickly, arranging and situating the chair until he felt it fit his mood. Once done he knew he would need to head to the storage room and pull lights to highlight the object, the cast shadow and glow the way he envisioned in his mind. He would start with the chair itself, something as a base line of photos before he went to the lobby and attempted to shang-hi one of the people gathered down there. He was on a roll, and right now he did not want to stop.<br/><br/>He did wonder how insane he was going to have to get until Dorian decided that working with Morgan was much akin to trying to give a rabid ocelot with adhd a bath? Ah well, maybe he should just turn into a pirate and steal the last unused studio until they had no choice but to share. He wondered what acts of contrition he would have to pay to Aline to get that done. He started to move the furniture out of the way of the door so as to get downstairs where there were unknowing victims awaiting him.