Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2016 10:19:24 GMT -5
Painting a car...
From the looks of the junkyard and several of the armored-looking vehicles, she could only assume he meant them. She'd done murals on vehicles before, adding a personal touch for the owner- and if he meant simply painting one color, well, that was much easier anyways.
"With the right paint..." she nodded in assurance that she could paint anything he wanted, on anything he wanted it on. It didn't matter what it was. Everything and anything was a canvas to her...if the paint would stick, it was fair game.
As for the waiting tables, it wasn't something unfamiliar to Amy. She'd held several small-time jobs, and waitressing at bars happened to be one of them...a helpful factor in how easy it was to access alcohol for her, leading to her heavy addiction.
Upon his addressing the doll, however, Amy looked at Rhett with a curious interest. He really had dialogue with her. It wasn't as unusual to Amy as it must have been for more normal people...she'd seen that sort of thing back in the ward. Some patients would have inanimate objects they carried around like companions; she recalled one who had a pillow, and swore it was his mother. At least Rhett was lucky enough to have his object resemble a human. She compared it to having an imaginary friend...a way for part of his subconscious mind to express itself. Whether he wasn't comfortable or capable of expressing it otherwise, was still to be determined.
"The house is yours sweetie.... All you gotta do is waitress here a few nights a week... That's not a bad trade for a house is it?"
It really wasn't. She knew how to handle drunks, and had a thick skin when it came to the stumbling, belligerent ones. It wasn't the people consuming the alcohol that slightly unsettled her, it was the sheer fact that there was alcohol all around and easily accessible to her once again.
She guessed, in a weird way, that this was her test. After all of the rehabilitation and group addiction sessions...throwing her in a pit full of alcohol and alcohol-induced people, and telling her to 'deal' was life's way of asking 'are you strong enough?'.
...she had yet to see.
Slowly, her elegant hand extended to place a few fingers on the key, pausing before she took it completely from the man's hand.
"That sounds more than fair..." she feigned a soft smile to hide what apprehension she had, knowing that she couldn't just walk away from what seemed to be a thriving community of living, breathing humans just because she was afraid of what could be.
She wasn't sheltered in the ward anymore, and she wasn't alone anymore...both supposing to be good things, though bittersweet. Being unprotected and vulnerable, and thrown in a place like this, wasn't exactly the scenario she'd ever thought about...but really she hadn't dwelled too much on how everything would be if she'd ever found other people. Just that her focus stayed on the actual search of.
No one could anticipate this, she guessed.
Amy's head turned as Gabe spoke and moved forward towards Rhett some, seeming to ask for a key to his already-permanent residence. She felt his presence behind her as he stood, his hand seeming to rest on the back of the chair she sat in. It was a bit of a comfort, even though she'd only known him 10 minutes more than when she walked into the place. She felt that if things had been sticky or questionable, he'd have been the type of person to tell her to stay the hell away. But he'd expressed his belief of her safety, and that alone was a rare thing nowadays.
"Thank you both..." she nodded in appreciation to the couple and trailed her eyes downward to the palm of her hand where the silvery key rested.
How could a piece of Heaven in the wake of the horrors of the outbreak, resemble so much of the Hell they'd been taught to avoid before?
She took the perspiring drink Gabe had offered her from the wooden tabletop in her other hand, giving a ginger sip of the liquid before swallowing.
Rhett was right about a few things...the sadness in her eyes, the loneliness she'd dwelled in for so long, and the exhaustion that seemed to become a normal thing for her lately. Of course, it wasn't hard to see those things...she didn't feel the need to hide any of that. Who, in this world now, wasn't sad, lonely and tired? It couldn't have been such a rare occurrence, Amy thought...just that she was a little more transparent with it all than others, she supposed.
Though she felt odd that she'd been given something without returning the favor. After gently setting down the drink and keeping the key tight in her hand, Amy brought her bag onto her lap and unzipped it.
"I don't know if you are interested in art..." She said softly as she rummaged for only a second before pulling out a small 5x7 canvas, offering it to the man and his companion.
( www.google.com/url?sa=i&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=images&cd=&cad=rja&uact=8&ved=0ahUKEwivrpun64TOAhXC4CYKHZ_oD14QjRwIBw&url=http%3A%2F%2Fcynthiaoorschot.deviantart.com%2Fart%2FAbstract-painting-acrylic-drowning-in-the-dark-505360565&psig=AFQjCNGxRBAl3oZ249t_HlgWveX4uuBuCA&ust=1469200003574817 )
"...for your kindness." the painting featured a naked woman drowning in what seemed to be darkness all around her, a tormented piece...a little piece of Amy's own soul.
"Thank you..." she nodded once more to Rhett, then looked up to Gabe as he stood over her, almost feeling as if he'd extended his wing over the 'new arrival'; she was grateful for that. If there hadn't been a calm, kind face at the gate...she very well might have kept walking, due to her apprehension and fear alone. Instead, he convinced her to step inside the gates...inside a new sort of civilization, abundant with people and what seemed to be a semi-structured and thriving community.
Even in a place like this...it seemed, for the moment, that it was better than being alone out there.
From the looks of the junkyard and several of the armored-looking vehicles, she could only assume he meant them. She'd done murals on vehicles before, adding a personal touch for the owner- and if he meant simply painting one color, well, that was much easier anyways.
"With the right paint..." she nodded in assurance that she could paint anything he wanted, on anything he wanted it on. It didn't matter what it was. Everything and anything was a canvas to her...if the paint would stick, it was fair game.
As for the waiting tables, it wasn't something unfamiliar to Amy. She'd held several small-time jobs, and waitressing at bars happened to be one of them...a helpful factor in how easy it was to access alcohol for her, leading to her heavy addiction.
Upon his addressing the doll, however, Amy looked at Rhett with a curious interest. He really had dialogue with her. It wasn't as unusual to Amy as it must have been for more normal people...she'd seen that sort of thing back in the ward. Some patients would have inanimate objects they carried around like companions; she recalled one who had a pillow, and swore it was his mother. At least Rhett was lucky enough to have his object resemble a human. She compared it to having an imaginary friend...a way for part of his subconscious mind to express itself. Whether he wasn't comfortable or capable of expressing it otherwise, was still to be determined.
"The house is yours sweetie.... All you gotta do is waitress here a few nights a week... That's not a bad trade for a house is it?"
It really wasn't. She knew how to handle drunks, and had a thick skin when it came to the stumbling, belligerent ones. It wasn't the people consuming the alcohol that slightly unsettled her, it was the sheer fact that there was alcohol all around and easily accessible to her once again.
She guessed, in a weird way, that this was her test. After all of the rehabilitation and group addiction sessions...throwing her in a pit full of alcohol and alcohol-induced people, and telling her to 'deal' was life's way of asking 'are you strong enough?'.
...she had yet to see.
Slowly, her elegant hand extended to place a few fingers on the key, pausing before she took it completely from the man's hand.
"That sounds more than fair..." she feigned a soft smile to hide what apprehension she had, knowing that she couldn't just walk away from what seemed to be a thriving community of living, breathing humans just because she was afraid of what could be.
She wasn't sheltered in the ward anymore, and she wasn't alone anymore...both supposing to be good things, though bittersweet. Being unprotected and vulnerable, and thrown in a place like this, wasn't exactly the scenario she'd ever thought about...but really she hadn't dwelled too much on how everything would be if she'd ever found other people. Just that her focus stayed on the actual search of.
No one could anticipate this, she guessed.
Amy's head turned as Gabe spoke and moved forward towards Rhett some, seeming to ask for a key to his already-permanent residence. She felt his presence behind her as he stood, his hand seeming to rest on the back of the chair she sat in. It was a bit of a comfort, even though she'd only known him 10 minutes more than when she walked into the place. She felt that if things had been sticky or questionable, he'd have been the type of person to tell her to stay the hell away. But he'd expressed his belief of her safety, and that alone was a rare thing nowadays.
"Thank you both..." she nodded in appreciation to the couple and trailed her eyes downward to the palm of her hand where the silvery key rested.
How could a piece of Heaven in the wake of the horrors of the outbreak, resemble so much of the Hell they'd been taught to avoid before?
She took the perspiring drink Gabe had offered her from the wooden tabletop in her other hand, giving a ginger sip of the liquid before swallowing.
Rhett was right about a few things...the sadness in her eyes, the loneliness she'd dwelled in for so long, and the exhaustion that seemed to become a normal thing for her lately. Of course, it wasn't hard to see those things...she didn't feel the need to hide any of that. Who, in this world now, wasn't sad, lonely and tired? It couldn't have been such a rare occurrence, Amy thought...just that she was a little more transparent with it all than others, she supposed.
Though she felt odd that she'd been given something without returning the favor. After gently setting down the drink and keeping the key tight in her hand, Amy brought her bag onto her lap and unzipped it.
"I don't know if you are interested in art..." She said softly as she rummaged for only a second before pulling out a small 5x7 canvas, offering it to the man and his companion.
( www.google.com/url?sa=i&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=images&cd=&cad=rja&uact=8&ved=0ahUKEwivrpun64TOAhXC4CYKHZ_oD14QjRwIBw&url=http%3A%2F%2Fcynthiaoorschot.deviantart.com%2Fart%2FAbstract-painting-acrylic-drowning-in-the-dark-505360565&psig=AFQjCNGxRBAl3oZ249t_HlgWveX4uuBuCA&ust=1469200003574817 )
"...for your kindness." the painting featured a naked woman drowning in what seemed to be darkness all around her, a tormented piece...a little piece of Amy's own soul.
"Thank you..." she nodded once more to Rhett, then looked up to Gabe as he stood over her, almost feeling as if he'd extended his wing over the 'new arrival'; she was grateful for that. If there hadn't been a calm, kind face at the gate...she very well might have kept walking, due to her apprehension and fear alone. Instead, he convinced her to step inside the gates...inside a new sort of civilization, abundant with people and what seemed to be a semi-structured and thriving community.
Even in a place like this...it seemed, for the moment, that it was better than being alone out there.