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thecapitol2013-06-11 03:47 am
carnagecarnival) wrote in thecapitol2013-06-11 03:47 am
[OPEN] Oh, I will sleep when we reach shore
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?
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"Made for the skin and to stay. THE REGULAR CRUSTS AND CRUMBLES. This kind don't. FIRST CHOICE AT FOR ANY WHAT HOLD TO THE SCRIPTURE. Though not only," he chuckles, again giving glance to the dot of red on her nose. "Does she wish to try?"
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Murderer and thief she might be but she didn't want to use something important to him that he didn't have much of.
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"HE HAS AT MORE IN THE HIVEBLOCK THEY'VE GIVEN. Can always find himself more what to replace," he assures, then shrugs. "CHOICE LAYS WITH SHE. But far motherfucking be it of a future preacher to let at one with understandings of the miracles what get on the fuck about, be denied what is their right and MOTHERFUCKING DUE because he was only to keep the wicked mark means to himself."
The unscrewed vial is close but held loose, just as prepared to be returned as surrendered temporarily to her. He waits curious for what she might choose.
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She’s an Indigo, regardless what blood she bleeds. Better— not like those impudent fuckers that he knew once, not like those that weren’t truly of faith— she was of proper feeling toward that what was righteous; she’s of his kind, of the goat.
He waits for her to continue on or to return the paint vial to him.
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