color me {wild} [lucas day 1.5]
Feb 28, 2017 2:43:29 GMT -5
Post by lance on Feb 28, 2017 2:43:29 GMT -5
take note of that camo station le peeps xoxo
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Time, he decided, was the best healer he had ever met.
Several hours had passed since he had traded blows with Tamron - and Fallon - in the mansion. Several hours since he and Wylla had stumbled across the dying form of Lorenzo, confirming that whatever - or whoever - had gotten him on the other side was deadly.
It had also been several hours since Eva Hope had popped up out of seemingly nowhere, offering condolences and spouting tales about items that had come to a figurative form of life from simple crayon drawings, as well as the strange hybrid monstrosity that had literally come to life from the same drawing.
That explains all the damn crayons then, at least, he had thought.
But that was in the past now, along with Eva's declaration of friendship through the carcasses of animals she had slain. It was an offer that he and Wylla had accepted after a brief introduction through him.
After all, the more bodies they could strike peace with in these crucial early days, the better.
He'd left the girls to their own devices shortly thereafter while he went on a walk. Eva's talk of drawings that came to life had piqued his curiosity, and he'd decided that he wanted to try some of them for himself as well.
His journey took him to a patch of ground, nice and flat and solid enough for artwork. A hint of a grin emerged on his face, and for one wild moment he considered spraypainting the entire thing down.
But then he remembered what he had first set out to do, and he got to work instead.
First came the charcoal gray crayon, which had been found in a small parachute intended for him. Nestled between an antique portrait of Hera and a photo of Cricket signed by the Victor-turned-Gamemaker herself, he'd determined that that was the only item of use in what was clearly an ironic gift. The pictures, however, remained in his bag.
Smacking someone to death with Hera's face would certainly make for an interesting scene, at the very least.
With the crayon fitting neatly in his long fingers, he began to sketch out what would be perhaps the simplest of his creations for the day. Noting the black rock that Eva had carried, he attempted to copy it down to the exact detail - a statement which wasn't saying much, seeing as it was, indeed, a plain black stone.
With the first drawing complete, he tossed the used crayon aside, this time grabbing the macaroni and cheese colored crayon that had been the first thing he'd grabbed in the bloodbath. This drawing took longer than the first, as his drive for detail slowed the process down considerably. But in the end, his finished product - a long, tubular shaped water canteen - looked almost exactly like those back home. Aside from the fact that it was a bright yellow-orange, that was.
Finally, it was time for his grand finale. Grabbing the lavender crayon he'd also snagged in the bloodbath, he started work on his most intricate drawing yet.
At first, it looked like he was drawing a spear, with a long, thin hilt with a pointed end. But as he got towards the end of an otherwise obvious drawing, the idea diverged. In place of what would be the butt of an ordinary spear came a large, solid block of something. In the end, that block ended up being wider than his own head, with one end wide and edged and the other being noticeably narrower, ending in a spiked tip.
Finally, he stepped back to admire his work. The charcoal-colored flint and the yellow canteen had solidified while he had been preoccupied with his other work, and as he watched, the weapon went through the same process, until the warhammer was a real, solid purple object instead of a simple drawing on the ground.
Hesitantly, he reached down and grabbed it, noting the added weight of the hammer's head. One side was indeed ridged, much like a meat tenderizer. Two more were smooth, and adorning both the fourth side and the top of the weapon were spikes as large as his thumb.
His gaze traveled over his creation, and his mind wandered to the weapon that had ended the life of Rolf Parks, the boy he had explored the forbidden woods with so long ago.
His smile grew wider.
Several hours had passed since he had traded blows with Tamron - and Fallon - in the mansion. Several hours since he and Wylla had stumbled across the dying form of Lorenzo, confirming that whatever - or whoever - had gotten him on the other side was deadly.
It had also been several hours since Eva Hope had popped up out of seemingly nowhere, offering condolences and spouting tales about items that had come to a figurative form of life from simple crayon drawings, as well as the strange hybrid monstrosity that had literally come to life from the same drawing.
That explains all the damn crayons then, at least, he had thought.
But that was in the past now, along with Eva's declaration of friendship through the carcasses of animals she had slain. It was an offer that he and Wylla had accepted after a brief introduction through him.
After all, the more bodies they could strike peace with in these crucial early days, the better.
He'd left the girls to their own devices shortly thereafter while he went on a walk. Eva's talk of drawings that came to life had piqued his curiosity, and he'd decided that he wanted to try some of them for himself as well.
His journey took him to a patch of ground, nice and flat and solid enough for artwork. A hint of a grin emerged on his face, and for one wild moment he considered spraypainting the entire thing down.
But then he remembered what he had first set out to do, and he got to work instead.
First came the charcoal gray crayon, which had been found in a small parachute intended for him. Nestled between an antique portrait of Hera and a photo of Cricket signed by the Victor-turned-Gamemaker herself, he'd determined that that was the only item of use in what was clearly an ironic gift. The pictures, however, remained in his bag.
Smacking someone to death with Hera's face would certainly make for an interesting scene, at the very least.
With the crayon fitting neatly in his long fingers, he began to sketch out what would be perhaps the simplest of his creations for the day. Noting the black rock that Eva had carried, he attempted to copy it down to the exact detail - a statement which wasn't saying much, seeing as it was, indeed, a plain black stone.
With the first drawing complete, he tossed the used crayon aside, this time grabbing the macaroni and cheese colored crayon that had been the first thing he'd grabbed in the bloodbath. This drawing took longer than the first, as his drive for detail slowed the process down considerably. But in the end, his finished product - a long, tubular shaped water canteen - looked almost exactly like those back home. Aside from the fact that it was a bright yellow-orange, that was.
Finally, it was time for his grand finale. Grabbing the lavender crayon he'd also snagged in the bloodbath, he started work on his most intricate drawing yet.
At first, it looked like he was drawing a spear, with a long, thin hilt with a pointed end. But as he got towards the end of an otherwise obvious drawing, the idea diverged. In place of what would be the butt of an ordinary spear came a large, solid block of something. In the end, that block ended up being wider than his own head, with one end wide and edged and the other being noticeably narrower, ending in a spiked tip.
Finally, he stepped back to admire his work. The charcoal-colored flint and the yellow canteen had solidified while he had been preoccupied with his other work, and as he watched, the weapon went through the same process, until the warhammer was a real, solid purple object instead of a simple drawing on the ground.
Hesitantly, he reached down and grabbed it, noting the added weight of the hammer's head. One side was indeed ridged, much like a meat tenderizer. Two more were smooth, and adorning both the fourth side and the top of the weapon were spikes as large as his thumb.
His gaze traveled over his creation, and his mind wandered to the weapon that had ended the life of Rolf Parks, the boy he had explored the forbidden woods with so long ago.
His smile grew wider.
lucas draws some shit which i will elaborate on in a sec
