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Neil was surprised when the door actually opened. He was even more surprised when he was face to face with a young lady. He hadn’t thought that anyone would actually come to let him in, but he was glad someone had. This young lady’s eyes were red. However, she still reminded him of the color yellow. Neil didn’t particularly know why, but he often associated people with colors. It was easier to remember a color then a name or face, or so it seemed. But the red eyes continued to grab at Neil’s attention. Had she been crying? Or was it merely allergies? Though he thought, and this was just a thought, that allergies were only really a problem during the spring and summer months. But he didn’t want to assume she had been crying. Neil wasn’t very good on picking up on other people’s emotions and he was even worse at dealing with them. Personally he only had two emotions, mildly indifferent or terribly angry. There was a wide range of mediums in there, but that was only while he worked from one extreme to the other. Currently he was at a subtle excitement. The more Neil looked at her face, the more he was convinced she had been crying. Just under her eyes it was one could call tear streaked. He couldn’t possibly find a way to dismiss this as allergies now.
However, the young lady or Rizzo as he came to find out, was engaging him in conversation and pulling his thoughts away from the possibility she had been crying. He had nodded when she asked if he meant her art only to stop when she mentioned his choice of nickname and her actual name. “Yes, you’re the yellow one. No offense intended by the color choice, it’s just what color you remind me of.” He paused. “Rizzo, I’ll try to remember.” He said with a smile. However, the words were just empty. Neil could say he would try to remember all he wanted, but it wouldn’t work. ‘I could,’ He thought suddenly. ‘Write the color and the name. Then at least for that day I’d remember it.’ He had been looking at his feet while he contemplated a new way to try a remember people without giving into the demands that he stick to a routine and when he looked up Rizzo had moved from the doorway and allowed him to come in. He smiled gratefully at her as he entered. As the door closed, Neil looked around the room, it was identical to his. But that was to be expected as all the rooms on the same floors tended to look a like. Of course, each room had it’s own little flairs here and there that proved all the people weren’t the same.
Neil watched as Rizzo moved past him and returned with sketch books and pads. He glanced up at her then back at the books before taking them. “Thank you.” He said quietly. Getting to see someone’s art was a very solemn thing, it was a time for quiet reflection, not rowdy exclamations. At least, that’s how Neil saw it. He often preferred quiet reflections, though the only time he was exceptionally loud was when he was enraged. But as Neil moved over to Rizzo’s bed, or what he assumed was her bed, since the other bed had spewed forth a small, pink, girl. Of course she wasn’t really pink, that was just the color she made him think of. She was small though and Neil didn’t like small girls much as they often caused a lot of trouble. The small girl in his dream, she had blonde hair and a blue dress, she was the worst small girl of all! Every time she came around she was always making him upset. It wasn’t completely her fault, he supposed if he spoke more clearly she wouldn’t misunderstand all the time, which is what got him upset. Neil didn’t like misunderstanding people and hated to be misunderstood even more. Still he wasn’t fond of small females, or males for that matter, he was just awful when it came to dealing with kids.
‘It still seems rough when a young kid is in here though.’ Neil thought while watching as the girl gave a picture to Rizzo. Neil looked away, trying to let the girl have her own moment with Rizzo. It must be important, when one is so young and in such a dark place, to have someone to look up to and depend on. He wondered if that’s how his young roommate felt, and after thinking about it he didn’t much care. If his roommate wanted to depend on anyone, he could find someone else. Neil wasn’t there to comfort others. Neil set the rest of the books on the bed next to him, taking just the top one in his hands, he opened it and began looking through the pictures. Each picture left him mesmerized, her skill was apparent, her sketches were beautiful. Neil looked up from the first book to notice the small, pink, girl had left. “What inspires you to draw?” Neil asked. It might have been to personal a question for him to ask, but he was always curious about what drove people. The only thing that drove Neil was his drugs or his need for drugs. When they took away any substance he managed to get his hands on it was usually really bad. Lately though, they had been giving him some substitute to wean him off the drugs, so he was actually feeling pretty decent right now.
That didn’t mean that he still wasn’t upset at the staff taking away his smokes. They were his. He had to work exceptionally hard to sneak them in and for them to just rip them out of his hands was infuriating. Neil had learned though, that screaming at the staff wasn’t going to do anything. He just needed to wait it out. A few of the staff weren’t the righteous people they pretended to be and any time he could go into town he could find someone that could help him get what he wanted. He just had to wait. What a better way to wait then avoiding any meetings he had and seeing some gorgeous art, as well as the gorgeous artist that came along with it. Neil had to admit, Rizzo was quite the sight for lonely eyes. There were a lot of girls here and just as many guys, with all those adolescents in one place for days on end you could bet something was bound to happen. Neil had managed to stay out of any sort of relationship, not that he’d remember if he were in one, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t one to enjoy window shopping. He didn’t know why Rizzo was in here, she seemed relatively normal albeit a little sad, but he appreciated the beauty she brought with her. In both her art and herself.
However, the young lady or Rizzo as he came to find out, was engaging him in conversation and pulling his thoughts away from the possibility she had been crying. He had nodded when she asked if he meant her art only to stop when she mentioned his choice of nickname and her actual name. “Yes, you’re the yellow one. No offense intended by the color choice, it’s just what color you remind me of.” He paused. “Rizzo, I’ll try to remember.” He said with a smile. However, the words were just empty. Neil could say he would try to remember all he wanted, but it wouldn’t work. ‘I could,’ He thought suddenly. ‘Write the color and the name. Then at least for that day I’d remember it.’ He had been looking at his feet while he contemplated a new way to try a remember people without giving into the demands that he stick to a routine and when he looked up Rizzo had moved from the doorway and allowed him to come in. He smiled gratefully at her as he entered. As the door closed, Neil looked around the room, it was identical to his. But that was to be expected as all the rooms on the same floors tended to look a like. Of course, each room had it’s own little flairs here and there that proved all the people weren’t the same.
Neil watched as Rizzo moved past him and returned with sketch books and pads. He glanced up at her then back at the books before taking them. “Thank you.” He said quietly. Getting to see someone’s art was a very solemn thing, it was a time for quiet reflection, not rowdy exclamations. At least, that’s how Neil saw it. He often preferred quiet reflections, though the only time he was exceptionally loud was when he was enraged. But as Neil moved over to Rizzo’s bed, or what he assumed was her bed, since the other bed had spewed forth a small, pink, girl. Of course she wasn’t really pink, that was just the color she made him think of. She was small though and Neil didn’t like small girls much as they often caused a lot of trouble. The small girl in his dream, she had blonde hair and a blue dress, she was the worst small girl of all! Every time she came around she was always making him upset. It wasn’t completely her fault, he supposed if he spoke more clearly she wouldn’t misunderstand all the time, which is what got him upset. Neil didn’t like misunderstanding people and hated to be misunderstood even more. Still he wasn’t fond of small females, or males for that matter, he was just awful when it came to dealing with kids.
‘It still seems rough when a young kid is in here though.’ Neil thought while watching as the girl gave a picture to Rizzo. Neil looked away, trying to let the girl have her own moment with Rizzo. It must be important, when one is so young and in such a dark place, to have someone to look up to and depend on. He wondered if that’s how his young roommate felt, and after thinking about it he didn’t much care. If his roommate wanted to depend on anyone, he could find someone else. Neil wasn’t there to comfort others. Neil set the rest of the books on the bed next to him, taking just the top one in his hands, he opened it and began looking through the pictures. Each picture left him mesmerized, her skill was apparent, her sketches were beautiful. Neil looked up from the first book to notice the small, pink, girl had left. “What inspires you to draw?” Neil asked. It might have been to personal a question for him to ask, but he was always curious about what drove people. The only thing that drove Neil was his drugs or his need for drugs. When they took away any substance he managed to get his hands on it was usually really bad. Lately though, they had been giving him some substitute to wean him off the drugs, so he was actually feeling pretty decent right now.
That didn’t mean that he still wasn’t upset at the staff taking away his smokes. They were his. He had to work exceptionally hard to sneak them in and for them to just rip them out of his hands was infuriating. Neil had learned though, that screaming at the staff wasn’t going to do anything. He just needed to wait it out. A few of the staff weren’t the righteous people they pretended to be and any time he could go into town he could find someone that could help him get what he wanted. He just had to wait. What a better way to wait then avoiding any meetings he had and seeing some gorgeous art, as well as the gorgeous artist that came along with it. Neil had to admit, Rizzo was quite the sight for lonely eyes. There were a lot of girls here and just as many guys, with all those adolescents in one place for days on end you could bet something was bound to happen. Neil had managed to stay out of any sort of relationship, not that he’d remember if he were in one, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t one to enjoy window shopping. He didn’t know why Rizzo was in here, she seemed relatively normal albeit a little sad, but he appreciated the beauty she brought with her. In both her art and herself.
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