Jace Caffrey (streetpunk) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2013-01-25 09:01:00 |
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It had been more of a battle than Jace expected to paint the side of a brick building, or maybe it was the fact that he was out of practice. It used to be him and a couple of guys that would do it in the city, but that was before the whole undead thing really took hold. So, probably five years, maybe six if he had to really put a number to it. He'd missed it, the act of taking something mundane and making it stand out. Memorable. His Day Of The Dead girl hadn't turned out too badly though, the colors were definitely there. Thanks in no small part to the stash of spray paint he'd found. It wasn't anything that would win awards, but it looked good to his eyes and he doubted that there were any art critics in the compound. Except for maybe Marchand. He seemed to know his shit. But hey, he hadn't seemed real in love with the idea of Jace painting a Day Of The Dead girl in the first place, so good riddance if he chose to judge the wall art harshly. The impromptu party in the Horsemen had been a success too. It had definitely been at least five years since he'd celebrated his birthday at all. They'd never been a huge thing growing up, especially not those first few years when he was being pin-balled from one foster home to the next. Even by the time he'd hit middle school he'd only had maybe three parties of his own, which was a shame 'cause he liked being the center of attention. Even though it was cold, he was just chilling, putting all his shit away slowly. It was kind nice back her behind the building; that far out he couldn't really hear the groaning of the zombies closest to the walls, so it beat most of the guard towers in that respect. Sometimes it was hard to remember around here that they were dealing with the infected at all. "Wish I had a camera," he muttered, flipping the collar of his jacket up. |