Recreational Room

"Oh won't you come, come take me home. You've been gone so long, I'm all alone. It was never supposed, to end like this," Robin was singing quietly to herself, all of the TVs on at once, all of them getting nothing but static. She was alone for the moment. It wasn't often she was seen out of her room, and she never really stepped into the Rec room for any reason. Not much of a social bird or a competitive spirit, she stayed primarily in her own quarters unless she needed something.

But today was different. She was standing over by the wall her pants splattered on her dress, one of her feet had a big green splotch on it, her arm was sporting a yellow streak, and there were blues and purples splattered on the bottom of her dress. A big pink blot streaked from her nose to her right ear like a blush but far too bright.

She was very engrossed in her painting today, so engrossed in fact she didn't seem to realize she wasn't painting a canvas. In fact, she was painting the Rec Room walls. She was enjoying it too, the color would do wonders to lighten the dreary jail. Yes yes, people would be much happier if they just saw the world the way it was when her invisible friends were around. The whole wall was all ready blue and she was adding a big bright sun in the corner, standing on one of the tables to reach.

"What is left of me, I do not know, you released your hand, I won't let go. When the darkness shines, light darkens the day, when an angel sings, a demon plays!" She was still singing happily in English as yellow paint dripped from her hand down her arm plopping on the table by her feet. She finished detailing the sun and decided to get some white to get the clouds started. She turned to wash her brush off in a water cup that was at her feet. She noticed she wasn't alone. "Hi!" she greeted in English, then thought better of it, and changed to Japanese. "Hello!"

She grinned wider when he answered her getting great joy from it. "Do you like it?" She gestured toward her in progress work the white paint still at her feet. She bent down getting some white paint on her brush. She started outlining some clouds to fill in later.

"I thought this place could use some color." she started filling in the clouds with a larger paintbrush, mixing the white with the underlying blue to shade them, give them depth. "Everything is so dreary..." she had to think about her words carefully before she spoke but she was catching onto the language rather quickly. "I think I'll add a nice meadow and some flowers.... won't that just brighten the whole room? Flowers?" Some of the white on her paint brush splashed onto her bare foot.

"I don't mind the mess." She replied as she ran her fingers through her choppy brown hair leaving white and blue streaks from her fingers. "Anything to try to bring a little brightness to this place. I just find everyone seems to be sad all the time. And art makes people happy right? So why not paint something for everyone?" She kept having to pause to think of her words and sometimes she used the wrong connecting artical.i

"Careful!" the red bird chirped quickly seeing him move. "It's still a bit wet and it might drip on you." She moved her hands dramatically as she spoke and white paint splattered onto the TV in the corner near the pool table though the white blots only obscured the static that was pouring through. "Oops..." she looked at the splatters for a second. "I'll clean it up when I finish!" she announced proudly as she finished up her first of many clouds and began working on the second.

"Do you think flowers will be a nice touch?" she asked curious about the opinion of other Deadmen as she continued to paint her clouds, trying to add more realism to the picture itself.