[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#DDA0DD]Antoinette McCarthy[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[color=#DDA0DD][b]Location:[/b][/color] Annie, Carolina and October’s Home -- New York City, New York.
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Antoinette was up to her arms in paint. Literally. Her arms were covered in paint. After the night’s events, despite all the turmoil, she was hit with inspiration. Particularly with the colour red. She had her sketchbook laid out in front of her along with a canvas that was already outlined and she had started her painting process. Hair like fire rolled out in waves across the canvas but there were displacements in colour to break up all the obvious red. From the hair there was one bird in mid-flight, coming from the hair itself it seemed. It too was in various shades of red, orange and yellow. It was more commonly known as a Phoenix and it was rising from the woman’s hair as if it were ashes. The woman could be compared to Princess Wanda in likness and the bird was to symbolize new beginnings. 
October came and gave Antoinette her morning kiss and Antoinette looked over, a far away look in her eyes until there was the mention of a hanging and corpses. [color=#DDA0DD]”Poke around? At what exactly. The palace isn’t open to the public twenty-four seven,”[/color] Antoinette noted. Hair fell into her face and she brushed it back behind her ear, leaving a trail of red and black across her cheek and into her very white blonde hair. She reached out, grabbing a glass of water and quickly rehydrated before she resumed work on her painting. It always amazed Antoinette how thirsty she got when simply painting.