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 Posted: Wed May 19, 2010 8:57 pm
It was Devi's room at home, which didn't really explain why Sailor Corvus was having a panic attack. Whatever Corvus had seen -- blood? -- there was no sign of anything more exciting than her bedroom, with her bed, with her furniture how it was normally arranged and the door closed to the rest of the house.
As she was still peering in, there was a noise behind them: a kind of glooping, coming from one of the doors. Well. One of the 'doors'. It was dripping away from the wall like paint -- it had been paint -- and there was a bucket that hadn't been there before with a paintbrush in it, a blankness where the door had been.
Curly words appeared above:
PAINT A DOOR THAT WORKS!
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Posted: Wed May 19, 2010 9:34 pm
Corvus waited for Devi's reaction to whatever it was that she saw out the window. Waited and waited, almost afraid to look again herself. She couldn't bare the thought of knowing... Of seeing the blood again, the body, the sound.
She swallowed hard as she turned her head to peer away from the other girl and the window, reaching out to lightly nudge Devi's arm after a moment. "... I think I'm losing my mind. Did that door just... Did it melt? Is it melting?" She closed her eyes tightly, opening them only to watch the words swirl into existence.
"Paint a door... That works. Paint a door. This is ridiculous. It's not funny!" She called to no one in particular as she tried to tap into some of the fury that usually fueled her into staying strong for the sake of herself, and others; for the sake of her team. "Are you any good with art, Devi?"
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Posted: Wed May 19, 2010 9:48 pm
Devi didn't want to tear herself away from the familiarity that she saw through the window, and she had been waiting to see whatever it was that Corvus had seen, but her attention needed to be elsewhere. The door was melting like a Dali clock.
Between this and the meadow, perhaps it was time to mark the 'on drugs' theory back as a candidate again. Either way, it seemed the only option was to play along with whatever was happening.
"I won an art contest before, but I'm not very good," Devi said. She should have been more honest. The prize-winning portrait was a stick figure painting of her family, and she only won the award because she was the only student to give each family member all four limbs. Kindergarten had some good times. "I can do my best?"
She approached the bucket of paint cautiously, uncertain what exactly she was afraid of, but she was damn well afraid of something. She pulled out the paintbrush as the paint dripped into the bucket. There. Nothing to be afraid of.
Devi looked at where she needed to paint, then back at the brush - but something was different. The bristles of the brush had become a slimy paint-covered tentacle, waggling about at the end of the handle. Devi screamed and dropped the brush to the ground, falling onto her a**, staring at the damned thing. Of course, by then it was just a brush again.
"You know, thats was just kindergarten, I'm sure you'd be a better painter," Devi backed out, her words hurried together in fright.
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Posted: Wed May 19, 2010 10:01 pm
When Devi screamed Corvus jumped, almost stumbling back again herself. It was like a bad movie. A B movie; something that Oddy would have insisted that they watch because it was a classic or something stupid like that. Oddy... Her brow furrowed slightly as her thoughts drifted to her friend, and from there on to the rest of her friends before finally making their way back to the situation at hand.
She made her way slowly over to where the other girl had been, eying the old wooden paintbrush with its paint covered bristles. "... It's just a paint brush, Devi." Famous last words. Corvus rolled her eyes at herself as she stooped down to retrieve the brush, hesitantly making her way towards the wall where the door had once been and now wasn't.
The teen swallowed hard as she brought the brush to the wall, letting her hand guide her in painting the door that would, hopefully, get them out of this room... Maybe even out of this place. In her own mind a variety of colors flowed from the single brush, giving the door a nice wooden finish along with a decorative brass knocker and knob. In reality there was only whatever color had been in the bucket, forming a square tall enough and wide enough for she and Devi to fit through, finished off by a U on the center serving as the knocker and an O for the knob just off to the side.
She stood back once finished, admiring the work of art that only she could see, smiling as though quite proud of herself. "... Should we knock? Or just grab the knob?" Circle. Knob. Close enough, right?
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Posted: Wed May 19, 2010 10:09 pm
The curly golden words above the space the previous door had been re-shaped, twisted, melted into a veritable monologue of curlicues as Devorah and Sailor Corvus both watched.
NO THAT IS TERRIBLE!
WHAT!
IF YOU WERE A DOOR WOULD YOU WANT TO BE PAINTED THAT WAY? DO YOU THINK THAT WORKS FOR ME? DO YOU CALL THAT A KNOCKER? AM I SOME POOR PERSON'S DOOR? I WISH TO BE A BEAUTIFUL, FASCINATING DOOR.
BOTH OF YOU COMPLETELY DISGUST ME!!!
GIVE ME A GOOD COLOUR TO START WITH! IS THAT BLACK? HOW DARE YOU! PICK AT ONCE WHAT COLOUR I SHOULD BE OR I REFUSE TO LET YOU THROUGH! YOU HAVE THREE GUESSES -- NO, TWO!
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Posted: Wed May 19, 2010 10:20 pm
At first, Devi snickered in agreement with the writing on the wall. The painting was indeed pretty awful. The door looked more like a rectangle with a large zit as a knob and a lumpy breast as the knocker (which, of course, is slang for breast). But the writing on the wall started to become crueler and crueler, and ultimately frightened the young teen.
"Gold?" Devi asked quickly, standing up in urgency. Devi was quickly learning a lesson on the dangers of doing drugs. "Its a pretty extravagant color I think. And the writing is in gold, maybe its a hint?"
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Posted: Wed May 19, 2010 10:25 pm
"Well you could've given me more than one color to work with." She huffed right back at the writing on the wall, eyes narrowed as though she was more than ready to prepare to do battle with the phantom responsible for insulting her artistic ability.
"It looked good to me." Her shoulders fell slightly as she glanced down at the brush in her hand for a moment before looking over at Devi. "Gold might not be a bad idea. I wonder if there are any other paints around this mess. Oh! And hinges... I forgot those. A door can't possibly work without hinges." She began to mutter as she glanced down at the bucket of paint once more, torn between trying to will it to change colors or searching the room for other art supplies amongst the rubble.
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Posted: Wed May 19, 2010 10:30 pm
The words twisted again:
YES, THAT COLOUR IS ACCEPTABLE TO ME.
The paint in the bucket changed to a deep, brilliant gold, thank goodness, because where else were they going to find paint in this dump? But before they could celebrate their success, the words twisted once more:
AND YOU'D BETTER NOT BOTCH IT UP THIS TIME. I WANT DECORATION. I WANT PICTURES. I AM A BEAUTIFUL DOOR WITH BEAUTIFUL NEEDS AND IF YOU MESS THIS UP AGAIN YOU WON'T LIKE IT. BOTH OF YOU, QUICK MARCH!
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Posted: Wed May 19, 2010 10:44 pm
Devi did not hesitate for another moment as she marched towards the wall, snatched the brush from Corvus's hands, dipped the brush into the now-golden paint bucket and began to paint. She wasn't an expert by any means, but she did her best. She started with the frame, painting carefully but hurriedly a rectangle figure, with as straight of lines as she can manage in such a nervous, high-pressure moment.
She reluctantly used her pointer finger to make the more delicate features like the hinges on the left side door, and a few swirly decorations in the corners. She wasn't the most artistic or imaginative girl, and swirly marks were as extravagant of a pattern as her mind really went. However, she did make some effort. Instead of just a knob, she made a rather large vertical-bar handle on the right side of the door.
Devi then made a small peep hole by dipping her pinky finger in the paint, and then used the brush to attempt making a knocker in the shape of a lion's face with the knocker ring in the lion's mouth. Devi had seen that on TV shows and movies, and it always looked classy. She did her best to emulate that, but her talent could only extend so far and it looked more like a big splotchy mole. Moles were extravagant, right?
She took one small step and one slightly larger small step back, not wanting to trip on some object that appears out of nowhere again. She didn't feel it looked that bad, but it was no Mona Lisa.
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Posted: Thu May 20, 2010 10:23 am
Corvus stood back and watched the other girl work with the awe of someone who was watching Bob Ross paint for the first time. Devi made no mention of happy little hinges or pleasant little knobs, but that didn't make her door any less impressive, especially not when compared to the one that she herself had made. Sad, really, that the paintbrush hadn't really done all of the things that she had pictured it doing...
When it was done she stepped up beside the other girl, eying the finished piece of work. "I like the swirls... And the hinges. I thought you said you weren't any good at this."
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Posted: Thu May 20, 2010 12:13 pm
"I'm not a good artist," Devi denied, not picking up on any hint of a compliment that may have been given to her. It really wasn't that beautiful and looked like one of the doodles she would make in her notebook during one of Dr. Westerman's lectures, except done in paint. Some of the paint was starting to drip in some places and she wasn't sure what to do about it and hoped that it would be suitable for --- wait, who the hell was giving her these orders anyways? Was there some magician controlling all of this? Or is this just a drug hallucination after all? It was all so surreal, she felt like she was watching a bad David Lynch movie.
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Posted: Thu May 20, 2010 11:27 pm
The words twisted and reformed, somehow begrudgingly:
THAT'S AN ALL RIGHT START. DO AN ANIMAL. I WANT WHIMSY. CHOOSE SOME KIND OF WHIMSICAL AND BEAUTIFUL ANIMAL TO DRAW ON ME AND I'LL THINK ABOUT LETTING YOU THROUGH.
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IS THE JAMMED DOOR LOOKING? DO YOU THINK HE'S NOTICED?
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 10:51 am
"..." Whimsical and beautiful? They were standing here listening to a talking wall that was trying to become a talking door and it was worried about creatures of whimsy... And a door?
Had she known anything about Devi's drug theory she likely would have jumped right on the bandwagon. She'd either hit her head way too hard when she'd fallen (despite not recalling any pain at all) or someone had slipped something into her ice cream. God, if she ever got out of this she was going to kick Demetri's a**. It was likely his fault, somehow.
At least they were on to something, though. Devi's door had received a much better reaction than her own had. They were on the right track, and that was seemingly all that really mattered at the moment, never mind the madness of it.
"Devi... I've got an idea." She murmured softly as she leaned in, eying the door as though it had overly sensitive ears before leaning a bit closer so that she could whisper to the other girl. "Let me talk to the door... I'll come up with some sort of whimsical animal somehow. While I'm doing that... Go paint eyes on the door that's jammed, whichever one that is... Make sure they look like they're looking in this direction."
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 11:59 am
It took Devi a while to understand why Corvus had given her those instructions until she read the writing on the wall again. She gave a very soft nod to Corvus and attempted to wink at her, but it looked more like a really exaggerated and somewhat hideous facial twitch than a sly facial gesture.
She took the brush and approached one of the doors in the corner. Was that -- jam? Gross. Devi did not want to touch that doorknob, she already had some paint and bird brains on her hands, she far too messy as it was! She looked at the other doors, one right next to the one they had just painted on and tried that. Jammed.
This must be it.
Devi then quickly painted what she hoped to look like eyes on jammed the door, the eyes looking to her left, looking at where the painted door and the writing on the wall was. She turned to Corvus and gave her a firm nod.
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 12:12 pm
While Devi worked on the eyes she had stripped off one of her gloves, dipping her finger lightly in the paint so that she could begin tracing the outlines of a 'whimsical creature' on the space above the knocker. She still had no idea what it was going to turn into, but it at least had the start of a muzzle that almost seemed equine in shape and nature. Something was better than nothing, right?
"Alright, alright. We'll make sure you look exactly like you want... And of course he's noticed." She glanced over her shoulder just in time to see Devi's nod. "He's looking at you right now, dear... I think he likes you." She grinned as she added ears on to the face, wishing that her purse had fallen somewhere along with her, or that her senshi subspace contained an eyeliner pencil to help with detail. Hell, even if she had one of her little eyeshadow brushes.
Corvus brought her free hand up, motioning for the other girl to come back over towards the door she was working on. "I need help." She murmured, softly again. "I have no idea where I'm going with this..."
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