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thecapitol2014-03-15 09:39 pm
pythianjudgment) wrote in thecapitol2014-03-15 09:39 pm
And I'll blend up that rainbow above you
Who| Terezi Pyrope, OPEN!
What| Terezi is making it her job to "redecorate" the training area. After that arena, everyone could use a little more color. So she's putting it everywhere.
Where| Training area
When| About a week after the arena ended, timing can vary.
Warnings/Notes| Nothing yet!
Another arena has come and gone, leaving dozens of emotionally-troubled tributes back from the dead--and one no-less-emotionally-troubled Victor, she's sure. Pretty soon, people will start lining up to work on their skills for the next round. It's relatively quiet right now, though, as she stands in the middle of the training area. She's been here for three arenas now--not even the longest running member, and it's not any surprise to her that she's starting to feel run down. It's tiring, throwing so much energy into those death matches, only to be rewarded with yet another and another and another.
What she really needs, and what some of these other tributes need... is color. She remembers smelling the colors that the Initiate had painted on the wall the first time she came in here and how touching that had been. That was what they needed. Something to make them feel like people again, not animals. Primed with the paints from the painting station, pastel chalk from her personal collection, and the best of intentions; Terezi Pyrope gets to work.
At first, she just paints swirling colors, mixing paints and pastels and smelling how they work together. She trails across the wall, stopping by the knot-tying station to spill onto the floor with deep greens and browns. Once the paint dries, she scratches whimsical bits of flora overtop, things she's found on her own forest floor. On the other side of the station, she scribbles a forest of tall blue-trunked trees crested with fuchsia canopies. She stops on that wall and restarts again across the room by a rack of weights, reaching up on her tip-toes to scribble mountains and clouds and fearsome beasts flying across the sky--dragons of every shape and hue, big and small. After spending no small amount of time on that, she stops and moves to a new place. This time, she's not working off of personal memory, but she tries anyway. She haphazardly spreads blue paints across the wall, dripping onto the floor. Overtop, she scribbles every manner of sealife she can think of. There's a lot of empty space when she's done--places for other people to fill in what they want.
Near the center of the area, she leaves some paints and chalk and a scrawled note on the floor in big bright letters.
It reads: "Help yourself."
[OOC note: There's one closed thread in the comments, but the post itself is open to anyone who wants to reply!]
What| Terezi is making it her job to "redecorate" the training area. After that arena, everyone could use a little more color. So she's putting it everywhere.
Where| Training area
When| About a week after the arena ended, timing can vary.
Warnings/Notes| Nothing yet!
Another arena has come and gone, leaving dozens of emotionally-troubled tributes back from the dead--and one no-less-emotionally-troubled Victor, she's sure. Pretty soon, people will start lining up to work on their skills for the next round. It's relatively quiet right now, though, as she stands in the middle of the training area. She's been here for three arenas now--not even the longest running member, and it's not any surprise to her that she's starting to feel run down. It's tiring, throwing so much energy into those death matches, only to be rewarded with yet another and another and another.
What she really needs, and what some of these other tributes need... is color. She remembers smelling the colors that the Initiate had painted on the wall the first time she came in here and how touching that had been. That was what they needed. Something to make them feel like people again, not animals. Primed with the paints from the painting station, pastel chalk from her personal collection, and the best of intentions; Terezi Pyrope gets to work.
At first, she just paints swirling colors, mixing paints and pastels and smelling how they work together. She trails across the wall, stopping by the knot-tying station to spill onto the floor with deep greens and browns. Once the paint dries, she scratches whimsical bits of flora overtop, things she's found on her own forest floor. On the other side of the station, she scribbles a forest of tall blue-trunked trees crested with fuchsia canopies. She stops on that wall and restarts again across the room by a rack of weights, reaching up on her tip-toes to scribble mountains and clouds and fearsome beasts flying across the sky--dragons of every shape and hue, big and small. After spending no small amount of time on that, she stops and moves to a new place. This time, she's not working off of personal memory, but she tries anyway. She haphazardly spreads blue paints across the wall, dripping onto the floor. Overtop, she scribbles every manner of sealife she can think of. There's a lot of empty space when she's done--places for other people to fill in what they want.
Near the center of the area, she leaves some paints and chalk and a scrawled note on the floor in big bright letters.
It reads: "Help yourself."
[OOC note: There's one closed thread in the comments, but the post itself is open to anyone who wants to reply!]
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"So where are you actually from, then? If you're not from this world with weird not-raccoons."
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"Yeah, from Alternia." Terezi takes one of her chalks and starts drawing in a blank space near Susannah. She starts with a big circle, left grey like the cement underneath, and then adds two other circles--green and pink. She draws some vague forms of landmasses and then points at the inland of one of them. "I lived about right here. There was a huge forest with trees as big as skyscrappers. Not like these earth trees. They had really thick trunks, bright blue bark and the leaves ranged from violet to fuchsia. I made my home up in the branches. You didn't really want to traipse around on the ground unless you knew how to run, fight, or hide."
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"Did you tie yourself to the branches?" she asks, curious about how one exactly lived in a tree. "Did you stretch out netting between them so that it was taunt and taught yourself how to not put your feet through the holes? Or-- did you have a real tree house?" Susannah's imagination provides her with an image that she knows for a fact is from that Swiss Family Robinson film she'd gone to years and years ago. The idea's silly, though, and she knows it.
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"Like this! My hive wrapped around the outside, and all the rooms were connected by outdoor staircases. Much better than hallways and interior decorating, especially in second autumn. I used to hang my scalemates outside on all the branches, to warn other trolls away, so they wouldn't bother me. It usually worked pretty well, especially after I made a name for myself."
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