Painting of Sorrow {Open}

[Ex Kritchen]

Ex quite enjoyed creating things as opposed to destroying them. Perhaps that made her odd, but to her it felt right. So she sat at a bench in the corner of the arts room, carefully sketching out a scene from The Lion King in as realistic of a style as she could manage. She took her time, slowly rounding out and tufting Mufasa’s big paw, draped over Simba’s back. The still look and crinkled whiskers. She drew every line that she would need and then she felt her back catch. Glancing up she realized she had been sitting and drawing, slowly but surely, for over an hour. She stood up and stretched slowly, reveling in the snaps and pops of her back aligning itself. Quiet and unobtrusive as she could be considering her outfit she gathered paints of the appropriate colors. She carefully took them back to her place and found a small detail brush and started to paint.

A gray-ish pink tinted the nose, lined with black, dark brown, nearly black, served for the paw pads (with slightly darker cracks running through them). Dusty gold that lightened to nearly white on the toes and muzzle was brushed on, slowly given a furry texture with careful layering of paint and strokes of the brush. A slight mix of red and brown into the dusty gold and she began to paint the mane of the fallen king, ignoring as darkness touched the sky outside and lanterns were lit for the few like her who stayed to work on their projects. Soon she had finished the larger of the two lions and glanced up. It was dark outside and a cricket had started to denounce to the world that he was horny and wanted to get laid.

Settling back to her task a creamy yellow that faded to white began to color the smaller of the two lions. The barest amount of gray-ish pink and black colored his nose. The fur texture was easier as his fur was shorter, only really getting her attention at the tuft on his tail and the small poof that would one day be his mane. Smiling happily at her work she blew gently on the painting to dry it. She placed a gold pin by it to indicate that it was still a work in progress and not to be touched by anyone else and stood up, stretching. It was late, she should go back before one of her siblings came hunting for her.

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Word Count: 418
Character: Ex Kritchen
Outfit: ripped jeans, Rolling Stones tee-shirt, leather jacket, black leather steel toed boots with 2 inch platform heels and a pink and red rose pattern along the heel and back.
Picture Ex is painting in more realistic form

[Bailey Allison]

His left leg aching, Bailey forced himself to continue running awkwardly. Dammit, why were his pranks going so wrong? First, the Tal-getting-shot incident, and now this... He had just finished booby-trapping the Ares cabin, but he hadn't counted on the fact that somebody had spotted him. And not just anyone, but an Ares camper. And not just an Ares camper, but one of the largest and burliest ones. Yup, the Fates hated him.

Bailey glanced back and was immediately reassured by what he saw. Or rather, what he didn't see. The giant camper was nowhere to be seen although his grunts could certainly be heard. What the guy had in strength, he lacked in speed. Bailey sent a silent prayer of thanks to the gods before surveying the area. Although he wasn't in any immediate danger, he had to get away as soon as possible. The half-troll, half-giant could burst out of nowhere any second now...

Making a beeline for his cabin wouldn't exactly be the smartest option... Bailey certainly didn't want the guy to know where he lived. And there was no guarantee that his cabin leaders (particularly Em) wouldn't rat him out. There were the showers, but even Bailey had standards. And the combination of the filth and darkness wasn't exactly appealing. The Big House wasn't exactly the greatest option either as it would most likely lead to a pissed off god.

So that left the Arts and Crafts center. Well, it was better than remaining out in the open... Bailey jogged to the building, slipped in, and slammed the door shut. The place appeared to be empty... Good. He made his way to a sink in the corner, accidentally knocking over an easel in the process, and drank his fill. The water probably wasn't clean, but hey, it was water. And he figured he deserved a drink after narrowly escaping death by Ares camper.

Once he was done and could finally focus, Bailey turned and immediately realized he had been wrong. The place was not empty. "Shit." A girl (who was thankfully shorter than him) was standing off to the side. And even worse, she looked like an Ares camper. Or at least, she dressed like one...

Cursing his luck, Bailey casually leaned against the sink and eyed the exit. Maybe he could talk his way out? "Hello..." He desperately searched his mind for something to say. Maybe an introduction? "I'm Anthony, son of Apollo." No sense in giving her his true identity if she turned out to be a daughter of Ares. "You?"

Word Count: 427
Muse: Okay-ish
Notes: Suckish post is suckish. Sorry.
Tagged: Ex, Open

[Ex Kritchen]

Ex had been searching her pocket for her cigarettes and lighter, so that she could have one last smoke before bedding down, when a blond haired boy came in. He looked out of breath and in a bit of a hurry so she decided he was looking for someone or something and went back to hunting for her cigarettes. Her hand finally closed on the small box and she pulled it out. A few quick twitches and she had the box open, a cigarette out and up to her lips, and was trying to get her almost dead lighter to strike up. It finally did just as he drank a cup of standing water by the sink. She raised one pale eyebrow. Was he retarded or just not paying attention? That had been paint water and he would be sick later for drinking it. He finally looked around and noticed her, she heard him cuss and wondered what his problem was. Then he tried to act all casual.

”Hello… I’m Anthony, son of Apollo. You?” Her eyebrow quirked higher. Just because people didn't recognize her they thought they could lie to her. She would have shaken her head in amazement if she hadn't been in her position.

“No you aren't. You’re Bailey Allison, son of Hermes. Also, you just drank paint water, so you might want to go to the infirmary, it will make you sick…” She was very quiet. She wondered if he could even hear her over the sound of someone yelling outside as they apparently looked for him. She wasn't stupid, she put two and two together and came up with a Hermes camper who had done some stupid prank and probably pissed off the Ares cabin judging by the voice outside. She pondered going outside anyways. She wasn't the one who had made the camper angry, but she might still get caught in their wrath. She decided to stay put, smoke her cigarette and talk with Bailey instead, even if she didn't like talking.

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Word Count: 338
Character: Ex Kritchen
Outfit: ripped jeans, Rolling Stones tee-shirt, leather jacket, black leather steel toed boots with 2 inch platform heels and a pink and red rose pattern along the heel and back.

[Bailey Allison]

What was it with people these days? They never seemed to answer his questions. It was starting to become extremely frustrating. They either answered by asking another question or completely ignoring the question. Or, if they pulled a Tal and responded with a one-word answer. Conversations would be so much easier if people actually put some effort into their responses.

At the mention of paint water, Bailey glanced back at the empty jar. "Whatever. I'll be fine." It couldn't have been too harmful... It had just been paint, after all. And compared to the various pranks his siblings had pulled on him, he doubted it would hurt him that much. Besides, he could always swing by the infirmary after he got out of this whole mess.

In an effort to steer the conversation back on track, Bailey claimed, "And I think you've mistaken me for someone else. I have no idea who 'Bailey Allison' is." He paused before repeating his previous question. "What about you? Name? Parentage?" Despite her clothes, the girl didn't seem to aggressive, so perhaps she wasn't an Ares camper.

A faint wisp of smoke reached Bailey, and he glanced at the girl's hand to find a cigarette dangling from it. He didn't even try to hide the disgust on his face. "Gods, if you have to smoke, at least do it outside." He couldn't care less if someone wanted to kill their own lungs as long as they didn't try to murder his lungs as well. Grimacing, Bailey turned to the windows above the sink and opened it slightly, allowing fresh air to filter into the room.

[Ex Kritchen]

Ex raised one eyebrow, so… Hermes really did just have a bunch of liars for children, and he was snapping at her for smoking when she hadn’t even lit up yet. She rolled her eyes at him.

“Explosion Kritchen, daughter of Zeus. Stop lying Bailey, I know exactly who you are. I should probably tell Tal and Em that you’re causing trouble again. And I was going to smoke outside, unfortunately you seem to have pissed off someone who probably won’t care who they hurt and led them right to this door. I would rather not get my neck broken for you being a fool, so I will be smoking in here.” With that she stuck the cigarette in her mouth, brought her lighter up to it and inhaled deeply as it started to burn.

The feeling of smoke working its way through her throat and lungs was euphoric for her and it sent a spark of energy running through her body and mind. At least the brand she smoked didn’t have all sorts of additives in it, just natural product. Of course, that made it no less dangerous, but… she didn’t care. Her own father wanted her dead, she didn’t have a lot of friends, so who would care if her lungs became diseased and killed her? Now that Bailey had opened a window she could hear the angry Ares camper very well. With a sigh she wandered back to her painting and examined it. Perhaps she should do the background since she was clearly stuck in here for a while if she liked to be alive right now.

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Word Count: 270
Character: Ex Kritchen
Outfit: ripped jeans, Rolling Stones tee-shirt, leather jacket, black leather steel toed boots with 2 inch platform heels and a pink and red rose pattern along the heel and back.

[Bailey Allison]

Daughter of Zeus... Thank gods. Well, not really. If Bailey pissed her off, she could very well electrocute him or do some other crazy shit that only the Big Three children could do. At least Zeus' kids weren't as bloodthirsty as the Ares children? Hopefully?

Bailey watched as she rambled on, silently wondering how the hell she had seen through his lie. He had always fancied himself a very good liar and to have his fake identity unmasked almost immediately was a bit unnerving. The fact that he had never met the girl made it much worse.

When she finally stopped, the Hermes camper spoke up. "Explosion Kritchen, huh? What kind of name is that?" It reminded him a bit of "exploding kitchen"... Then again, at least her name wasn't as bad as his. All the same, Bailey felt slightly sorry for her and wondered how many exploding kitchen jokes she got because of her name.

"And I'm not lying. I told you, you must have mistaken me for Bailey or something." He rolled his eyes. "Plus, I have no idea what's going on outside, but I would guess that it's just a normal fight." He shrugged. "Probably Max Darke..." She was the instigator of most of the fights. "Anyway, just smoke out there... or do it by the window or something, so I don't have to inhale that crap." One day, Bailey really wanted to try selling explosive cigarettes. That would teach quite a few people a lesson...

The girl wandered away, stopping at a painting, and Bailey watched her curiously. "That yours?" Bailey paused, examining the painting. He would've gone over, but he wanted to stay by the window. "Lion King, right?" The painting was quite good, actually, although he never would've thought the girl had made it. She seemed more like the kind of person who drew skulls and headless corpses and other boring Hades-esque stuff. Not scenes out of children's movies.

[Ex Kritchen]

Ex heard Stryker insulting someone outside and smiled a little to herself. Stupid bird would probably go and try to kill the kid if she didn’t intervene. For now she’d leave it be. Her mild mood soured however as Bailey laughed at her name. It wasn’t as if she had named herself. Besides, who was he to talk, with a girly name like Bailey.

“I have no power over my name unfortunately. Besides, it suites me rather well when life comes knocking. And you aren’t one to talk anyways. You’re a boy named Bailey and no, no I don’t think I’ve mistaken you for anyone. You’re Bailey Allison, son of Hermes, failing prankster extraordinaire. You flooded, or at least tried to flood, my cabin a few weeks ago. As for what’s going on outside, from what Stryker is telling me you pissed off one of Ares’ sons and he’s out for blood. Stryker is leading him away. You can thank me later.” Just to annoy him she blew the smoke from her cigarette into his face. He was irking her, she felt it polite to return the favor and be annoying. She looked up when he mentioned her painting and rolled her eyes, replying with boiling sarcasm.

“No, it’s Summers’s. I was just thinking about burning it with my cigarette to see if I can make the little tough girl cry. OF COURSE it’s mine. Sheesh. If your brain was any slower it would be thinking backwards.” She heard Stryker cry out the all’s clear outside and tapped her painting again. “Lion King’s one of my favorite movies. I really like Nala and Kiara, and even Kovu and Vitani. Anywho… Stryker says the idiot who was chasing you went off a cliff, so I will take my leave before you infect me with your stupidity.” She started to walk off, puffing gently on her cigarette. As she stepped out into the blissfully chilled night Stryker swooped over and landed on her shoulder. He started preening her bright red hair as he chirped softly in her ear, telling her about his day. She smiled and brought her free hand up to pet him, on the alert for dangers in the shadows.

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Word Count: 370
Character: Ex Kritchen
Outfit: ripped jeans, Rolling Stones tee-shirt, leather jacket, black leather steel toed boots with 2 inch platform heels and a pink and red rose pattern along the heel and back.