[OPEN] Oh, I will sleep when we reach shore

[carnagecarnival]

Who| The Initiate & OPEN 

What| The Initiate gets inspired and paints something new

Where| The Training Center once more

When| Any time this week

Warnings| Really foul language and the Initiate being a terrible person forever

He's been there since early evening, and seemingly hasn't left even now that it's mid-day. He'd been there long before anyone else had arrived at least, and more than ever before, with almost feverish intensity, he's been focused on painting the wall, using the paints he's nabbed from the camouflage area.

The painting goes high as he can reach and stretches wide across the wall. At the end he now works, four dark poles rise up and curve over the color, with ribbons of all sorts of hues wrapping and falling around each like a maypole, weaving itself into tents that bleed into near inscrutable designs of death and demons below.  At each pole end, red and blue lights twist together in union, and on the forth a loose band of wider yellow spreads and breaks off into light yellow bubbles, and as they reach on, into skulls of varying color; greens and blues and purples, reds and browns. Circus imagery is woven in with a priest's reverence. A shoreline of water makes appearance atop the yellow band, a simple handprint smear of white in the sea with a mark of Purple-Indigo atop that, dripping down onto the yellow and making like to rot. In the darkness, the bit of sea, a star of swallowing pink twists. Then, above even that, a looming pair of bright eyed figures with knives for teeth observe the scene below. Beasts and trolls, colors and shapes make up the picture. The entire image is a mess of rainbow that still manages to make itself look unnerving. There isn't a logic or sense to it, it's entirely a painting made from madness.

As he prefers it.

Coming into the Center, it would be hard not to notice it. Perhaps, depending on who you were, it would be just as hard to ignore. Certainly there was much to look at. Even the Initiate himself seemed to be covered in color up to his arms and then some. But rainbows couldn't be that scary. Could they?

Comments

[needsaprince]

"It reminds me of some of that European art..." Lottie, who has been plucking away at teaching herself some basic survival skills, had wandered over to watch him paint.

"All the new styles...I guess here they aren't very new, though."

Big Daddy had scoffed at them, but Lottie had enjoyed them on some level in the gallery showing they'd gone to. Different.

[carnagecarnival]

“WOULDN’T KNOW AT TO WHAT SHE REFERS,” he responds after a moment, staying focused on the wall before him. “Ain’t from her world, if it weren’t to being motherfucking obvious.” He chuckles a little.

“GOT NO MORE KNOW AT FOR HER TIME. But he can tell you, from word of high, ‘new’ ain’t a fucking thing what gets existence past first breath. EXPECT AT THE OLD TO BECOME NEW AGAIN AS NEW BECOMES OLD. Truth laid out, far as he’s concerned, time, is all to being concocted at whatever fucker is about making reference unto it.”

He finally turns to her, a curious expression upon his painted face. “WOULD HE CONCLUDE THEN, she is from a past of this time?”

[needsaprince]

His speech was almost like a riddle, and today, at least, Lottie felt prepared to decipher it for a bit.

"Compared to most people here, yes I am indeed from the past." She said, deciding to settle on that aspect. "Though from here, most of us seem to be. I'm just farther back then some."