Lennon Marx (movedthrough) wrote in mountzenithrp, @ 2020-03-21 10:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 043, lennon, marco |
Who: Lennon and Marco
Where: his room
When: around 10 a.m.
Despite the absence of the Mello Yello Lennon had asked for, it was a good morning. In a more low key way, the pile of things in the main room of the lodge had reminded him of Zenith Christmas. He felt like he'd asked for a lot of stuff but he didn't have anything that was hard to carry except maybe the two pieces of plywood, and those were more cumbersome than anything else. He'd left the vegetable oil he'd requested in the kitchen and had taken everything else upstairs. Of course, the first thing that had come to his mind was working on those windowsills. Actual paint was fucking amazing.
After some thought, he cleaned the sill he planned to start working on and went to get his breakfast to bring upstairs along with two glasses of water-- one to drink and one for the watercolor brushes-- and settled himself down on the floor where he could decorate the sill closest to the door. He left it open, both to circulate the air and so he wouldn't feel isolated, and began working on a pattern. The purple, blue and green paints would be great to have; he thought he'd do this one as peacock feathers.
Lennon chewed idly at a bite of bread and butter as he started painting. It was an okay breakfast even if he would have preferred pop tarts, he thought. It was so easy to lose himself in this, to pretend he was anywhere but where he was. He'd always been adaptable and it wasn't like he was miserable here, but having freedom of choice taken away had never sat well with him. He decided he might imagine he was in Key West, maybe in one of those cool guesthouses they had, and he'd been hired to decorate the sills of all the rooms. He was being paid as well as given room and board and a food allowance. If you're going to dream, dream big, right?