Spahro slumped and frowned at the wall, holding the still dripping paint brush in her teeth. This was the most ambitious work she'd ever done, and she was having a hell of a hard time with it.
No one was much using the house that McBeef had vacated with her death. Most of the people had left when she did, which allowed Spahro to have free reign of the walls in the unoccupied rooms.
Iron was gone, Franz was gone, and had left some truly terrible cookies. Something had happened to Shadow, Koporo and Kage. Jana had wandered off, probably to do some more horrible grief driven murder, and G'Leo was... Well, he was G'Leo, so he was probably dry humping a cactus or something.
That left just Spahro and her work, and work was coming along slowly, but surely. Red paint dripped down the wall, pooling at the edge where it met the floor. A crudely sketched drawing of Natalie McBeef was the source, and while the drawing itself was in charcoal, the big red X across her face might have been too dramatic. Paint was expensive.
All across the wall were sketches, scribbled words in various colors and big, bold connecting lines. It was a mess, but it was her mess. She chewed on the paintbrush and began pacing back and forth, trying to make sense of the wall. "What I don't get," she muttered to herself, pointing an accusatory finger at the multicolored mess, "Is why in seven hells anyone would even want this much Garlean tech."
She spat the brush out of her mouth and dropped down to the floor, thinking. Her first thought was that the floor was cold and she should have worn some clothes for this, but she didn't want to risk getting paint on them. Her second thought was that sitting in a dim, candlelit room, naked, staring at a conspiracy wall was probably not a good sign for her sanity.
"I need a cake," she said flatly, and stood, stretching her sore arms. "You can wait."
She left the room, leaving the writing on the wall to dry.
((I've actually been using this OOC, and I thought other people might want to see it as well.))
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No one was much using the house that McBeef had vacated with her death. Most of the people had left when she did, which allowed Spahro to have free reign of the walls in the unoccupied rooms.
Iron was gone, Franz was gone, and had left some truly terrible cookies. Something had happened to Shadow, Koporo and Kage. Jana had wandered off, probably to do some more horrible grief driven murder, and G'Leo was... Well, he was G'Leo, so he was probably dry humping a cactus or something.
That left just Spahro and her work, and work was coming along slowly, but surely. Red paint dripped down the wall, pooling at the edge where it met the floor. A crudely sketched drawing of Natalie McBeef was the source, and while the drawing itself was in charcoal, the big red X across her face might have been too dramatic. Paint was expensive.
All across the wall were sketches, scribbled words in various colors and big, bold connecting lines. It was a mess, but it was her mess. She chewed on the paintbrush and began pacing back and forth, trying to make sense of the wall. "What I don't get," she muttered to herself, pointing an accusatory finger at the multicolored mess, "Is why in seven hells anyone would even want this much Garlean tech."
She spat the brush out of her mouth and dropped down to the floor, thinking. Her first thought was that the floor was cold and she should have worn some clothes for this, but she didn't want to risk getting paint on them. Her second thought was that sitting in a dim, candlelit room, naked, staring at a conspiracy wall was probably not a good sign for her sanity.
"I need a cake," she said flatly, and stood, stretching her sore arms. "You can wait."
She left the room, leaving the writing on the wall to dry.
((I've actually been using this OOC, and I thought other people might want to see it as well.))
