[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

[knifewithnoname]

She grinned and dipped her finger into the paint, it felt different than the paint she had been using on the walls, and she rubbed it between her fingers for a moment and then painted a stripe down her nose.

[carnagecarnival]

He watches, fondness and approval entirely undisguised. He would consider offering to do it for her, but he trusts her to be in touch with the Messiahs’ wills. He wants to see what they offer her first, even if it is something so simple as a stripe down the nose leading to a red dot.

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.

[knifewithnoname]

She did so, handing it back with a small smile. "I do be thanking you." She reached up to touch her nose again.