[ It's strange to have so many choices for his art. In prison he had nubby little pens and scrap paper the guards wouldn't let him kept, lest he start making escape plans or some nonsense. Here, he's got the mural on the wall, sketchbooks, and even canvases to play around with. More than a few people have bought him supplies seemingly just for the sake of doing it, without asking for anything in payment. He wants to distrust it, but no catch has been revealed just yet.
He gestures briefly at the mural on the wall, a massive undertaking that stretches from floor to ceiling. It depicts cliffs made of black crystal shining over a dark ocean, multiple colors hidden within the black. But there are shadows there, too. Something a little stranger than reality. Dark shapes looking out. Ghosts, he thinks. Paying witness.
But what he pulls out instead is a canvas, covered in a thin sheet to protect it. It's a portrait he's been working on of a dark-haired woman. The main colors are dark, bold, but the undertones are warmer. He offers it out to Drake. ]
Her name's Vanessa. Traded her the portrait for some more paint and brushes.
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He gestures briefly at the mural on the wall, a massive undertaking that stretches from floor to ceiling. It depicts cliffs made of black crystal shining over a dark ocean, multiple colors hidden within the black. But there are shadows there, too. Something a little stranger than reality. Dark shapes looking out. Ghosts, he thinks. Paying witness.
But what he pulls out instead is a canvas, covered in a thin sheet to protect it. It's a portrait he's been working on of a dark-haired woman. The main colors are dark, bold, but the undertones are warmer. He offers it out to Drake. ]
Her name's Vanessa. Traded her the portrait for some more paint and brushes.