(( Rp with Phoenix and Senka. Thanks to Senka for the play!))
There were not many artists who used the studio that Lucy Mitford provided. Senka spent a lot of time there alone and practicing various art styles with the abundance of free supplies that were graciously given.
Senka ended up there in the middle of the night on nights that she was alone, and last night had been no different.
In addition to the large open space that held her artwork, there was also a couch and coffee table and a small kitchen space. Sometimes she would nap on the couch or curl up to sketch there.
Right now she was in full-on crazy artist mode. Her hair was piled in a wild bun and held in place with a dirty paintbrush. She wore a pair of shorts that hid beneath the hem of a too big t-shirt. She seemed to be covered almost head to toe in charcoals, pastels, paint, and other mediums. She was crouched down staring intently at her canvas, and adding small details with a tiny brush.
Phoenix showed up the way he usually did-- riding his bike and maybe getting a little turned around. It was his first time going to the studio she worked in, and it was hard to follow the GPS on his phone and pedal. Just meant one or two bad turns happened, but he got it sorted. When he finally pulled up to the place, he had to find somewhere to tie up his bike. These warehouses didn't have a lot of people around, but he had learned the hard way that a bike was an easy thing for other people just to take when they saw it unguarded.
Still, maybe this wasn't the right place. He knocked, then gave the door a pull and called, "Hey! Senka! You here?" The place didn't feel like it was dangerous. There wasn't large machinery looking ready to melt down scrap metal. There was even furniture! He stepped in further, "Senka?"
"V'oops!" She startled briefly and toppled over on her hip from her crouch. "Senka is over here." She stuck out a hand from behind her canvas and waved the paintbrush at him.
"Come in. Have look around or have seat. If yous hungry get yous some food." There was even a k-cup machine with tea, coffee, and cocoa. "Yous can see v'wat Senka make. De whole Confession Series is here esept for v'one dat I's give a'vway. If Nix know about dat series Senka did." There had been posters and cards around town advertising it from late Spring through mid Summer.
She stood up and tried to brush herself off but only smeared colors together over her skin. "Senka is messy."
"Ah, there you are," the brush waved and he turned, making sure the door was shut behind him before he continued in. Warehouses had the same smell no matter which one you were in. He had been in about a hundred. Nix guessed it was because they were probably made of the same stuff. He could smell the cement, the metal, and then that old-warehouse crawl of age. Hers wasn't so bad, maybe because she was using it with a few others so it had fresh life, fresh scents, and not a bunch of metal slowly rusting.
"The Confession Series?" He probably had seen a few of the signs around town, but just didn't connect it with her. He never went to any art shows before, so he tended to think that their advertisements weren't geared towards someone like him.
"Nah, I didn't know that was you but... neat. Is it your first time doing one?" He had gravitated towards the couch and food area because, well, it was lunch and they'd been talking about eating.
When she said she was messy he turned, now able to see her from the new vantage point. He grinned, shaking his head, "You're what they call a hot mess."
?It v?was first time, da. I?s started to draw jest to remember sings. Fox take memories an? so I?s v?would draw sings to help remember. It started as book for revenge an? den v?when I?s come here, Senka find dat I?s can do art because I?s jest like it. Cris have Loosy talk wis Senka because she gots a gallery an? dis place an? here Senka is. Loosy say?d dat Senka is good bot need to find she own style dat scream it belong to Senka. Confession Series v?was like test. It help find style.?
She gestured as she spoke, that paint brush waved all around before she set it down and then looked herself over and back up to him.
?Yous gots de bias. Or yous jest scared Senka v?will kick you ass if yous not say dat.? She crossed the room towards the area where he was and leaned against the sink to wash her hands.
?Dere is like sandv?wiches an? sings in dere. Help youself.? She tilted her head to indicate the fridge as she dried her hands. She ended up walking to the fridge anyway and yanked the door open.
Soon she was putting two sandwiches, bottles of water, and a bag of chips on the coffee table.
?Do dis v?work? Not fancy bot is food.? She began unwrapping one sandwich.
"Yeah, I guess so," Nix didn't know a whole lot about style or how anyone acquired it, not really. Most of the time when he looked at paintings all he saw was stuff that he didn't ever figure he'd be able to do. Pretty much anything better than stick figures was amazing.
Her smile was weak as she nodded in response
"Nah, I'm not afraid of you trying to kick my butt." He smiled at her and then opened the fridge as she described what was in it, "Sandwiches sound good." She was already on it, so he gravitated towards a seat on the couch, looking up at her, "It's pretty perfect to me." Phoenix wasn't exactly fancy.
Quietly she sat down on the floor and began to tear her sandwich into smaller pieces with her stained fingers. One piece was popped in her mouth as she gazed across the room towards one of her drawings. It was what looked like an angel in distress, kneeling with a woman draped across his arms. She chewed slowly with a thoughtful look on her face, and then the look seemed to morph into something else, maybe tinged with sadness.
Shaking her head she looked down to her food.
?Is dere like- - anysing dat yous got passion for?? She winced as she asked, but didn?t look up.
?If yous say food, sleeps, or Netfleeks. I?s gonna shove a paint brush so far up yous ass...? she clicked her tongue.
What she said made him smile, he couldn't help it. Senka was far more damaged than he was, which made it especially embarrassing that she could share. Maybe he just felt like he didn't have a "real" wound, nothing to really mourn, and so he kept it to himself. It was hard to complain about anything when he had the company of people like Senka and Takara.
"I'm like.... I dunno," there was a small roll of his shoulders before he continued, "I guess I'm too worried to be passionate. There's all this **** going on back home and sometimes I feel like I am helping and doing all this great stuff and other times I feel like... you know, anyone could be doing the job I do and I'm really not all that special."
Not all that special. That rang a little more true than he thought it would. He knew it ?cause he frowned after he said it and then took a bite of his sandwich. After he swallowed he leaned back, looking down at where she had planted herself on the floor, "Everyone else just sounds so much more important. You have this whole... revenge quest and Tsuru is trying to rally an entire army to keep on fighting. I'm like... I dunno, a bus driver or something."
?Maybe is jest difference wis guys an? girls. V?we share everysing an? like talk to get sumsing out bot guys- yous jest is like clam.? Her frown seemed to be a touch pouty.
?I?s not know dat yous v?worried. Yous never act like it or talk abouts it. Is like sumtimes yous have removed youself from v?wat is goin? on. Yous v?was chosen for reason. V?would dey jest give Tsoo to anybody? Yous must be de right person for de job.? She kept picking at her food.
?Jest because I?s got all dis stuff don?t mean dat I?s don?t care or v?want to hear about yous. If it got stuff to do wis fears or home or is jest yous goin? on about sum song dat yous love- Senka v?wanna know abouts it.?
Her food just kept getting pecked at and torn into smaller and smaller pieces that she nudged around.
?Senka is jest a girl who used to be a whore. I?s nobody Nix.? Sighing softly, she looked up.
?Yous jest sush like passionate mans v?when v?we is makin? love an? den v?when v?we is jest talkin? is like yous not sure about nussin?. Senka know dat yous simple mans bot I?s jest- I?s v?wanna know you more an? I?s jest like leetle scared. I?s don?t even know if yous like capable of- of- or -or v?want to - mmm like feel like Senka do. An? I?s v?really not askin? yous to love Senka bot I?s jest v?wanna know dat yous can or v?want to or -? Shaking her head, she sighed again and rubbed the heel of her hand against one of her tired eyes. The conversation had shifted quickly into something she didn?t really want to discuss.
?I?s jest v?wanna be let in leetle bit. Know Nix an? maybe have chance to share yous passion or at least support sumsing dat excite you.? She nibbled some food finally.
?Yous don?t gots to stay if art is not yous sing. I?s probably jest gonna get lost in v?work again soon anyv?way.?
"Tsuru isn't the only person, I mean... it's like someone saying that you're the best postman in the neighborhood. That's great but you know... they're gonna hire someone else one day and people might be sad for like a week and then it's kinda whatever."
There were not many artists who used the studio that Lucy Mitford provided. Senka spent a lot of time there alone and practicing various art styles with the abundance of free supplies that were graciously given.
Senka ended up there in the middle of the night on nights that she was alone, and last night had been no different.
In addition to the large open space that held her artwork, there was also a couch and coffee table and a small kitchen space. Sometimes she would nap on the couch or curl up to sketch there.
Right now she was in full-on crazy artist mode. Her hair was piled in a wild bun and held in place with a dirty paintbrush. She wore a pair of shorts that hid beneath the hem of a too big t-shirt. She seemed to be covered almost head to toe in charcoals, pastels, paint, and other mediums. She was crouched down staring intently at her canvas, and adding small details with a tiny brush.
Phoenix showed up the way he usually did-- riding his bike and maybe getting a little turned around. It was his first time going to the studio she worked in, and it was hard to follow the GPS on his phone and pedal. Just meant one or two bad turns happened, but he got it sorted. When he finally pulled up to the place, he had to find somewhere to tie up his bike. These warehouses didn't have a lot of people around, but he had learned the hard way that a bike was an easy thing for other people just to take when they saw it unguarded.
Still, maybe this wasn't the right place. He knocked, then gave the door a pull and called, "Hey! Senka! You here?" The place didn't feel like it was dangerous. There wasn't large machinery looking ready to melt down scrap metal. There was even furniture! He stepped in further, "Senka?"
"V'oops!" She startled briefly and toppled over on her hip from her crouch. "Senka is over here." She stuck out a hand from behind her canvas and waved the paintbrush at him.
"Come in. Have look around or have seat. If yous hungry get yous some food." There was even a k-cup machine with tea, coffee, and cocoa. "Yous can see v'wat Senka make. De whole Confession Series is here esept for v'one dat I's give a'vway. If Nix know about dat series Senka did." There had been posters and cards around town advertising it from late Spring through mid Summer.
She stood up and tried to brush herself off but only smeared colors together over her skin. "Senka is messy."
"Ah, there you are," the brush waved and he turned, making sure the door was shut behind him before he continued in. Warehouses had the same smell no matter which one you were in. He had been in about a hundred. Nix guessed it was because they were probably made of the same stuff. He could smell the cement, the metal, and then that old-warehouse crawl of age. Hers wasn't so bad, maybe because she was using it with a few others so it had fresh life, fresh scents, and not a bunch of metal slowly rusting.
"The Confession Series?" He probably had seen a few of the signs around town, but just didn't connect it with her. He never went to any art shows before, so he tended to think that their advertisements weren't geared towards someone like him.
"Nah, I didn't know that was you but... neat. Is it your first time doing one?" He had gravitated towards the couch and food area because, well, it was lunch and they'd been talking about eating.
When she said she was messy he turned, now able to see her from the new vantage point. He grinned, shaking his head, "You're what they call a hot mess."
?It v?was first time, da. I?s started to draw jest to remember sings. Fox take memories an? so I?s v?would draw sings to help remember. It started as book for revenge an? den v?when I?s come here, Senka find dat I?s can do art because I?s jest like it. Cris have Loosy talk wis Senka because she gots a gallery an? dis place an? here Senka is. Loosy say?d dat Senka is good bot need to find she own style dat scream it belong to Senka. Confession Series v?was like test. It help find style.?
She gestured as she spoke, that paint brush waved all around before she set it down and then looked herself over and back up to him.
?Yous gots de bias. Or yous jest scared Senka v?will kick you ass if yous not say dat.? She crossed the room towards the area where he was and leaned against the sink to wash her hands.
?Dere is like sandv?wiches an? sings in dere. Help youself.? She tilted her head to indicate the fridge as she dried her hands. She ended up walking to the fridge anyway and yanked the door open.
Soon she was putting two sandwiches, bottles of water, and a bag of chips on the coffee table.
?Do dis v?work? Not fancy bot is food.? She began unwrapping one sandwich.
"Yeah, I guess so," Nix didn't know a whole lot about style or how anyone acquired it, not really. Most of the time when he looked at paintings all he saw was stuff that he didn't ever figure he'd be able to do. Pretty much anything better than stick figures was amazing.
Her smile was weak as she nodded in response
"Nah, I'm not afraid of you trying to kick my butt." He smiled at her and then opened the fridge as she described what was in it, "Sandwiches sound good." She was already on it, so he gravitated towards a seat on the couch, looking up at her, "It's pretty perfect to me." Phoenix wasn't exactly fancy.
Quietly she sat down on the floor and began to tear her sandwich into smaller pieces with her stained fingers. One piece was popped in her mouth as she gazed across the room towards one of her drawings. It was what looked like an angel in distress, kneeling with a woman draped across his arms. She chewed slowly with a thoughtful look on her face, and then the look seemed to morph into something else, maybe tinged with sadness.
Shaking her head she looked down to her food.
?Is dere like- - anysing dat yous got passion for?? She winced as she asked, but didn?t look up.
?If yous say food, sleeps, or Netfleeks. I?s gonna shove a paint brush so far up yous ass...? she clicked her tongue.
What she said made him smile, he couldn't help it. Senka was far more damaged than he was, which made it especially embarrassing that she could share. Maybe he just felt like he didn't have a "real" wound, nothing to really mourn, and so he kept it to himself. It was hard to complain about anything when he had the company of people like Senka and Takara.
"I'm like.... I dunno," there was a small roll of his shoulders before he continued, "I guess I'm too worried to be passionate. There's all this **** going on back home and sometimes I feel like I am helping and doing all this great stuff and other times I feel like... you know, anyone could be doing the job I do and I'm really not all that special."
Not all that special. That rang a little more true than he thought it would. He knew it ?cause he frowned after he said it and then took a bite of his sandwich. After he swallowed he leaned back, looking down at where she had planted herself on the floor, "Everyone else just sounds so much more important. You have this whole... revenge quest and Tsuru is trying to rally an entire army to keep on fighting. I'm like... I dunno, a bus driver or something."
?Maybe is jest difference wis guys an? girls. V?we share everysing an? like talk to get sumsing out bot guys- yous jest is like clam.? Her frown seemed to be a touch pouty.
?I?s not know dat yous v?worried. Yous never act like it or talk abouts it. Is like sumtimes yous have removed youself from v?wat is goin? on. Yous v?was chosen for reason. V?would dey jest give Tsoo to anybody? Yous must be de right person for de job.? She kept picking at her food.
?Jest because I?s got all dis stuff don?t mean dat I?s don?t care or v?want to hear about yous. If it got stuff to do wis fears or home or is jest yous goin? on about sum song dat yous love- Senka v?wanna know abouts it.?
Her food just kept getting pecked at and torn into smaller and smaller pieces that she nudged around.
?Senka is jest a girl who used to be a whore. I?s nobody Nix.? Sighing softly, she looked up.
?Yous jest sush like passionate mans v?when v?we is makin? love an? den v?when v?we is jest talkin? is like yous not sure about nussin?. Senka know dat yous simple mans bot I?s jest- I?s v?wanna know you more an? I?s jest like leetle scared. I?s don?t even know if yous like capable of- of- or -or v?want to - mmm like feel like Senka do. An? I?s v?really not askin? yous to love Senka bot I?s jest v?wanna know dat yous can or v?want to or -? Shaking her head, she sighed again and rubbed the heel of her hand against one of her tired eyes. The conversation had shifted quickly into something she didn?t really want to discuss.
?I?s jest v?wanna be let in leetle bit. Know Nix an? maybe have chance to share yous passion or at least support sumsing dat excite you.? She nibbled some food finally.
?Yous don?t gots to stay if art is not yous sing. I?s probably jest gonna get lost in v?work again soon anyv?way.?
"Tsuru isn't the only person, I mean... it's like someone saying that you're the best postman in the neighborhood. That's great but you know... they're gonna hire someone else one day and people might be sad for like a week and then it's kinda whatever."