and all the people say, you can't wake up, this is not a dream
you're part of a machine,
“Blue?!” She snorts at the nickname, glancing to Amun as he very obviously looks around her to her ‘back’. And before she can say anything, Clemente is there, hackles raised and protective, and she passes it off easily — reaching out for the young boy with a hand to his shoulder. Bastien’s voice reaches her next and she gives him a bright smile of response, undeterred by Amun’s statement. After all, she’s heard much worse said about her. Rexanna leans toward Clemente then with a crooked fanged smile. “It’s alright Clem. We don’t waste breath on deserters.” She gives him a light wink, before a somewhat hardened one toward Amun, before they’re moving onto the painting.
She approves of Clemente’s choice of color, and as she marks her swirls and filigree on the wall in the yellow hues, Bastien changes the game. She gives Clemente a light wink before moving toward Oliver’s section. “Hey, I’m Rexanna. Didn’t get to introduce myself before.” She offers as she gives him a fanged smile of greeting, bringing her yellow paint over to add to Oliver’s green. Based off his ideas, she adds a few swaths of yellow to be petals of flowers of sorts, a sun in the corner that she so dearly misses, as well. A few other things to add to the hues, to the idea, and she steps back to survey it, waiting for more instruction — somehow managing to get some yellow on her cheekbone.
Rex adds to Oliver’s mural!
She approves of Clemente’s choice of color, and as she marks her swirls and filigree on the wall in the yellow hues, Bastien changes the game. She gives Clemente a light wink before moving toward Oliver’s section. “Hey, I’m Rexanna. Didn’t get to introduce myself before.” She offers as she gives him a fanged smile of greeting, bringing her yellow paint over to add to Oliver’s green. Based off his ideas, she adds a few swaths of yellow to be petals of flowers of sorts, a sun in the corner that she so dearly misses, as well. A few other things to add to the hues, to the idea, and she steps back to survey it, waiting for more instruction — somehow managing to get some yellow on her cheekbone.
Rex adds to Oliver’s mural!
you are not a human being
well my heart is gold and my hands are cold
REXANNA
