- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- Multiple posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- On fairly regularly, every day. I'll notice a PM almost immediately. Replies come randomly.
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- No Preferences
- Genres
- High fantasy is my personal favorite, followed closely by modern fantasy and post-apocalyptic, but I can happily play in any genre if the plot is good enough.
Chenara, struggling to carry the bucket of paint without looking like she was struggling with the task, didn't answer Kira's question until the bucket was placed down in the grass, crushing the long blades. She glanced over towards the mu... graffiti, before starting to speak. "Yeah, kinda. But the people who painted it shouldn't have done it on the side of someone's house, I suppose. Maybe painting over it is part of it somehow? Like some sort of weird take on a Buddhist mandala thing?" She shrugged, rubbed the palms of her hands unconsciously where the metal handle of the bucket of paint had left a small dent, and turned back to the truck.
The last thing they brought over from the truck was the paint gun, and Chenara stared at the little contraption in confusion. She'd never done anything even remotely like painting a wall before, and while Annalise had made the whole process sound fairly easy when she had handed the paint gun off to Chenara she was now starting to worry about it a little bit. She glanced at the little pump. Stick the hose in the bucket of paint, turn on the compressor using the red switch, point at the wall and pull the trigger. Keep the nozzle about a foot away from the wall, move slowly for an even coat, but not so slowly it drips. They seemed like the kind of instructions even a dummy could follow. Chenara tugged on the hose, and walked over to where Kira had opened the bucket of paint.
It was an unpleasant color, a kind of dirty off-grey that looked like someone had colored the thing with sewer water. "I think it's just the primer, right?" Chenara replied, glancing at the side of the can. "Yeah," she continued a moment later, pointing to the side of the can where the words 'Uncolored Primer' were bolded at the bottom of the can. "We'll probably end up having to do a second coat next week, once this has had time to dry. Or someone will."
The last thing they brought over from the truck was the paint gun, and Chenara stared at the little contraption in confusion. She'd never done anything even remotely like painting a wall before, and while Annalise had made the whole process sound fairly easy when she had handed the paint gun off to Chenara she was now starting to worry about it a little bit. She glanced at the little pump. Stick the hose in the bucket of paint, turn on the compressor using the red switch, point at the wall and pull the trigger. Keep the nozzle about a foot away from the wall, move slowly for an even coat, but not so slowly it drips. They seemed like the kind of instructions even a dummy could follow. Chenara tugged on the hose, and walked over to where Kira had opened the bucket of paint.
It was an unpleasant color, a kind of dirty off-grey that looked like someone had colored the thing with sewer water. "I think it's just the primer, right?" Chenara replied, glancing at the side of the can. "Yeah," she continued a moment later, pointing to the side of the can where the words 'Uncolored Primer' were bolded at the bottom of the can. "We'll probably end up having to do a second coat next week, once this has had time to dry. Or someone will."