Who: Elijah & OPEN What: Elijah gets his hands dirty When: During the week; evening Where: Phoenix Rising, Newport Beach Status: In-Progress
It had been a long day but instead of going home, where was he? His other job. Though he didn't like to think of it as a job. It was more of... a calling. This was what all of his hard work in school and at various law firms was leading to. He smiled a bit as he cracked the lid of the paint bucket off, the chemical-laced scent filling the air. He strode across the room, opening the window to let the fumes out. The last thing he needed was to get himself high off the paint fumes, or worse, have someone find him in the morning: dead, because he'd forgotten to open a window. That was not the start the place needed.
When he returned to his work space he grabbed the rolling tray and the paint roller and set to work. The paint was a beautiful, cheerful yet calm yellow shade and as he painted the wall in front of him he found himself smiling. He had bright hopes for what this place would be as soon as it opened. A place where so many could find refuge, a place he'd wished had existed when he was growing up here.