![]() ![]() ![]() She is also impatient, and often misunderstands things. Mary seems to be a cute, cheerful girl at first glance. When seen in her portrait, she is wielding a yellow rose with two hands. She also wears long black stockings and brown shoes. She also has a tie around the collar similar to Ib's, only hers is blue in color. She wears a one-piece green dress with a white collar, white cuffs and a white lace at the end. “ I’ll have you know I’m in my late twenties now so don’t you go treating me like a child! We made a promise remember?” They share a laugh and decide to go get some tea and macaroons across the street to catch up so they won’t disturb the other gallery goers.Mary has long blonde curly hair and blue eyes. Garry blinks before breaking into a smile.”Ib?! Is that you?! You’re all grown up! What’s such a sweet young lady as yourself doing at a dodgy old art gallery like this?” He chuckles when pokes at him. Garry sees a distraught woman and being the kind hearted individual he is he takes out a old but clean handkerchief from his coat pocket and offers it to the women for her to dry her tears only to be thrown into shock when she throws her arms around him and yells “GARRY!!!! Is that you?!” Other gallery goers give them glare about the noise but Ib doesn’t bat an eye too ecstatic to be reunited with her old friend. It would have been strange for people with such an age difference to have been friends and would have creeped her parents out afterall no adult wants their daughters best friend to be some boy that had been twice their age. She wishes they could have stayed in touch though she knows it’s a silly thought. She’d probably never meet that kind older gentleman again, he had been so sweet and protective. Ib can’t help but tear up at the sight of the oversized rose sculpture. They bump into each other at the Embodiment of Spirit exhibit. ![]() It cannot have been fake.for her it was real so wether it happened in her head or not she know she had experienced it somehow and that gave her hope. she continues around but noticing the Abyss of the Deep painting she can’t shake the feeling of sureness. Maybe the whole experience had been a dream after all. She recalls it was named, Fabricated World, yet she can’t find it anywhere. Ib searches for a painting she hasn’t seen in wat feels like ages. He guesses she probably would have forgotten the adventure. He finds himself wondering how little Ib turned out? He had known it hadn’t been a dream when they had bumped into each other after getting out of the art world. Garry’s drawn to the same painting he’d always been drawn to, The Hanged Man. So each goes to relive their own memories. While both had promised to meet again they had never discussed when and both figures the other must have forgotten or given up. They had finally returned to the place it all began, the art gallery. He’s altered it so it still fits even though he isnt as skinny as he used to be. ![]() His once lavender hair has gone gray, his old blue trench coat is held together by more patches then original material, no longer looking as much blue as it does a Frankenstein project of mixed patterns and colors. She’s so much older she doubts he would be able to recognize her, its been so long. With long brown hair that has soft wavy curls, her eyes as red as ever and a smart red business skirt with a white blouse, Ib’s hopeful that her old friend remembers her when they meet for the reunion. Ib’s now 29 and Garry’s in his late 30’s. ![]()
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