I'll paint the walls some more... (Active, Open)

[dropofsunlight]

Characters:  Rapunzel, anyone!
Time:  One of the many January 5ths
Location:  Anywhere in the Blackstone Hotel
Content:  Rapunzel will NEVER RUN OUT OF WALLS TO PAINT!  A new canvas every day!
Format: Prose
Warnings:  none?

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[legallygreen]

Jennifer was on her way to do more research, walking down the hall with her coat and hat over her arm as she moved along. But she came to an abrupt halt at the sight of a young woman hanging from the ceiling lamp by her unnaturally long hair, with buckets of paint, staring at a blank wall. As consumed as she was, Jennifer stopped for a moment, and glanced up, looking at the paint.

"Excuse me." She said politely. "But...what exactly are you doing?"

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"I'm painting pictures on the walls!" Rapunzel replied, literally illustrating her statement with a splash of sky blue and a red bird fluttering through it.

She worked her way down the wall with a few clouds and the sun and then let it fade into green trees as she stood on the floor and turned to beam at Jenn. "They disappear every day though, and I get to paint new ones."

[legallygreen]

"I can see that." Jennifer replied, watching her paint down the hallway.

She had to smile a bit in reply to the girl's cheery demeanor, watching as she enjoyed herself. The young woman supposed it was no different than making snowmen during the day to kill time, but it was a shame that the walls kept going blank. She seemed very talented.

"That's too bad that they disappear. But it's nice to see that you're looking on the bright side of things. I don't believe we've met. I'm Jennifer." She continued, refraining from holding out a hand. Jennifer still intended on doing her research, and she was not going to do it with paint-covered fingers.

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"I'm Rapunzel," she introduced herself, making note of Jennifer's name. This tower was full of people. Rapunzel was sure she had not met nearly its full population yet, and she already knew several times more people than she'd known for the majority of her life. Not that doing so was difficult, considering her own tower.

As she considered the vanishing paintings, Rapunzel said thoughtfully, picking up speed and cheer as she went, "Well, at least I won't run out of paint anytime soon!" She shuddered a little, becoming briefly more grim. "Vin and Dean said that there are vampires and much worse things outside, so I think I'll stay inside for awhile. At least until I have a guide again."

[eroded_earth]

Terra had noticed the paintings popping up, but in the past few days...or loops of one day...he hadn't been up early enough to catch the culprit. He couldn't explain why he was interested other than the fact that the paintings were so colorful and happy. It...brought a smile to his face every time he saw them.

So, today since it was the same day as any other day, Terra wandered the halls to find this mysterious painter. It actually didn't take as long as he thought, but he was a little surprised that his first clue was a drapery of hair crossing over one of the halls. He paused, that was strange...what was all this hair doing here? Terra followed the hair up and around to finally find a young woman hanging from the ceiling and singing, "Oh, so you're the painter."

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"Hello!" Rapunzel called down, leaning backward in the hair sling that now served as her seat in order to get an upside down view of the newcomer. The painter, he'd called her, as if she were the only one, or it were a strange thing for her to be doing. He seemed neither hostile nor annoyed when he said it, so maybe he liked the paintings.

"Well, what else would I do with my day?" Besides venture outside, of course. Having been informed that men with pointy teeth were the least of her worries was a little daunting, and Rapunzel was unsure she wanted to face the dangers without company, a guide.

[eroded_earth]

Terra noticed right away that her smile was almost infectious and felt his own lip quirk upwards in a return of it, "Hello." She seemed to be perfectly at ease up there on her sling of hair and it was then that Terra realized it was because it was HER hair. His eyes widened slightly because he had never seen hair so long before.

Oh, wait, she'd asked him a question. Terra looked back up to her, "I...don't know. But don't get me wrong, I like the paintings. I thought they were very nice. I was just curious as to who painted them."

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Rapunzel positively beamed at Terra. "You like them? Really?" It wasn't that Rapunzel had never been praised, precisely, so much as that something about the way Mother said it always made her feel awkward or gawky or uncomfortable. She frowned and shook her head, brushing away that disloyal thought.

Eying the open expanse of wall in front of her, she paused a moment before looking back down at Terra and asking hesitantly, "Do you want me to paint anything in particular?"

[doomedtheworld]

Well, this was something new.

Vin walked through the Blackstone's hallways, staring at the apparently randomly spawning paintings covering the walls. It was fairly easy to track the painter, going simply by how fresh the paint was Vin had soon picked up the trail and followed it to its source.

What she hadn't expected was for the source to be Rapunzel, hanging by her hair from the lights and painting the ceiling.

"What are you doing?" She asked, standing beneath the improvised scaffolding but enough to the side to avoid any stray paint drops.

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"Painting!" she said simply, since that was obvious. It had taken her days to finally broach the subject on any surface, but if Rapunzel couldn't see the floating lights, she was going to make them come to her in at least a pale shadow of their beauty. It had been the first birthday she hadn't seen them at least from a distance.

The ceiling was now mostly covered in dark blues, and with a cheery, "Hello, Vin!" as she swung past the other young woman, she began working in yellow glows on the corner that was closest to dry. Those who didn't know might assume them stars, as Mother had tried to, but Rapunzel knew what they were.

[doomedtheworld]

"I can see that much." Vin remarked dryly, stepping aside as Rapunzel swung past her on a line of hair. For whatever reason, she didn't question Rapunzel's chosen mode of transportation, since... well, it sort of made sense. Instead, she followed just behind, eying the strange designs on the walls. "Why are you doing it on the walls though?"

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"Why wouldn't I do it on the walls?" she asked Vin with genuine bewilderment, going on to explain. "My tower was covered in paintings. It was hard to find any room to spare on them for new paintings! Here, they disappear every day."

This entire room, walls and ceiling was to be devoted to the floating lights, just for today. It wasn't as if it would bother the tower's other inhabitants for long, and if she'd missed what ought to have been the most important day of her life by winding up in Chicago, Rapunzel had to do something to keep from losing heart.

Half the ceiling was now consistently dotted with rough depictions of the floating lights. Lowering herself down next to Vin, she surveyed her work and inquired eagerly, "Do you think I could get smaller magic lights like the flameless ones on the walls?"

[wanderlustroad]

Riku hadn't exactly been concerned when a mural of art had shown up on one of the walls of the hotel. After all, there were a lot more things to be concerned about than paintings and artists.

He was about to head down to the lobby when he noticed a girl seemingly hanging on a gold sheet overhead, doodling on the wall. Riku stopped, blinked, turned to leave, and then paused. He then turned back to the girl, not saying anything - just giving her a puzzled look.