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Chapter Three: Getting to Work

All in all, aside from the little revelation on the way to Home Depot, the trip was uneventful. (Y/N) and Meyla spoke to the workers, and were able to pick their preferred paints from a wide variety. Lo and behold, there was actually a western color palette there. She and her coworker checked said palette, and confirmed that it would work wonderfully. There were colors varying from “Cactus” to “Dead Mesquite”, among others. There were so many paints in the palette that she'd have a blast experimenting with them to find the best color shades and texture designs. She'd of been excited about it, if it wasn't for the extra stress that had been added. She and Meyla were going to have to come up with a plan regarding the removal of the bodies from the carnival. The counsel could easily call in people to do a search, and everything found could be taken away.

From there the bones could be identified, families contacted, and funerals held. All the good stuff, that came with finding the long forgotten remains of those who've gone missing. In the end it she and her coworker would be doing a wonderful thing, but they wouldn't be the ones to take credit for it. That would go to whoever managed to find the bodies. They wouldn't even be named in any mentions of how the search team had been tipped off. They'd be an anonymous source, but that had to be the way things played. For sake of protecting the carnival, and the fate of the town, they had to remain unnamed and unthanked. Granted, that would wind up being the opposite if things ended badly. If something went wrong and chaos broke out, they would immediately be targeted and blamed for everything. They'd likely be run out of town, and that was if someone didn't kill them in an act of rage.

There was a lot of weight riding on their shoulders. One slip up and it would crush them like ants. A sigh passed her lips as she made her way to her bedroom to change into more comfortable clothes. The shirt and jeans she wore weren’t exactly something she liked wearing unless she was painting. The paint stains she had all over the clothing were proof enough of that. Once she was back in comfortable clothing, (Y/N) made her way to her living room to resume sketching out the designs she wanted to paint. After getting back into the flow of her pencil motions, she was able to begin sketching out the various cacti she thought might be seen in the desert. Oddly enough, she could only recognize a particular cactus by how it looked. If someone were to tell her to draw a saguaro for example, she’d have no idea what to put on her paper. If someone was to hold up a picture and tell her to draw it, she’d immediately recognize it and be able to do just that.

Sure, people considered that trait a little strange, but it wasn’t as if she were some botanist looking to memorize the scientific name of every type of plant in the world. She was just an artist looking to paint a few plants here and there when the time called for it. Before long, she had the drawings done. There were three different type of cacti that she couldn’t call by name, though they could easily be looked up by description. A tall cactus sporting two arms. A small and fat cactus with little flowers, and a thin cactus sporting many long thorns and arms. She knew none of them by shape, but given that she’d seen all three forms of cacti before she knew they were of actual species. Once she had the cacti drawn out, she retrieved a few clean sheets of paper so that she could get to work on etching other designs. Cattle skulls from varying angles, tumble weeds at different intervals of motion, dead mesquite trees.

Pretty much anything and everything she could think of that would be in a vast desert wasteland. She did that, among with some sketches of Bony Bill. She figured she might as well do some artwork of the puppet that would be entertaining the guests while they bought their food and ate. All in all, she had twenty sketches to put to use. She’d take them in and have them transformed into plastic papers. Then she could rent the projector screen and get to work on etching the designs onto the walls of the building. After that, she’d be able to get to work on painting. Albeit, she had to give the entire interior of the building a coating of white paint prior to all of that. She’d likely go and get that done within the next few days. Best get a few other things prepped prior to all of that- from her perspective at least. With her drawing done for the time being, she moved all of her papers to a folder for safe keeping.

After that, she gathered all of her drawing supplies and returned them to their designated drawer underneath the television. Once her work station was all cleared up, she decided to relax for the remainder of the day. Intent on doing so, she made her way upstairs so that she could take a shower. After collecting a change of clothing, she entered her bathroom and turned the water on before stripping down. A few minutes later, she was releasing a sigh of relief as the hot water poured over her frame. After her day, she definitely needed some time to herself so she could unwind. She simply stood and enjoyed the feel of the water for a good five minutes before she decided it was time to start washing herself. When she opted to get clean, she retrieved her shampoo and poured a generous amount into the palm of her hand before getting to work on cleaning her hair. Once she managed to finish with that, she cleaned the rest of her body.

When she was finished with that, she relaxed once more. She didn’t bother to step out of the shower until after the water had gone cold. By then, the air in the bathroom was clear of steam so she was more than eager to dry off and get dressed. After doing so, she made her way down to the living room to retrieve her house phone. She wasn’t really in the mood to attempt cooking, so she opted to order something. There was actually a Chinese restaurant that delivered, and she was in the mood for it. With the quick press of a few buttons, and telling the man at the other end of the phone what she wanted, all she had to do was sit and wait for her meal to arrive. While she waited, she made herself comfortable in her living room and watched television. In the end, it only took twenty minutes for someone to show up with her food. When they arrived, she paid them for her meal and gave a seven dollar tip.

After that, the person delivering her food left, and she was free to enjoy her take out as she deemed fit. Fried rice, wonton soup, and lemon chicken- that was what she’d ordered. The chicken was actually a more experimental dish. She’d never had it before, and she’d been told at one point or another that it was good. So, curiosity had gotten the better of her and she’d ordered it. Overall, the food was good. The lemon chicken was definitely something someone would prefer if they were more into the sour-tart flavoring. She tended to eat it with rice, so in the end it didn’t really matter. Next time around, she’d likely order the sesame chicken- just to see if it was worth her time. Once she finished eating, she put away the leftovers before settling on her couch to watch a little more TV. As it were, she wanted to get in as much relaxation time in as she could. She could guess it would be a long time before she was given the chance to do so again.

From there, she watched a couple of movies, before deciding it was high time she went to bed. She went about the business of shutting down her household. Lights were turned off, doors were locked, and alarms were set. She turns off her television after closing her blinds, and then she made her way upstairs. Once there, it was all a matter of getting changed into her pajamas before climbing in to bed. She settled under her covers that night expecting to have a restless sleep, but she found that to be the opposite. She slept as calmly and peacefully as ever. Pity she didn’t realize just how much of a luxury that was going to be. She had no means of knowing that the following weeks would make it harder and harder to have a good nights sleep.

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Chapter Three: Getting to Work

All in all, aside from the little revelation on the way to Home Depot, the trip was uneventful. (Y/N) and Meyla spoke to the workers, and were able to pick their preferred paints from a wide variety. Lo and behold, there was actually a western color palette there. She and her coworker checked said palette, and confirmed that it would work wonderfully. There were colors varying from “Cactus” to “Dead Mesquite”, among others. There were so many paints in the palette that she'd have a blast experimenting with them to find the best color shades and texture designs. She'd of been excited about it, if it wasn't for the extra stress that had been added. She and Meyla were going to have to come up with a plan regarding the removal of the bodies from the carnival. The counsel could easily call in people to do a search, and everything found could be taken away.

From there the bones could be identified, families contacted, and funerals held. All the good stuff, that came with finding the long forgotten remains of those who've gone missing. In the end it she and her coworker would be doing a wonderful thing, but they wouldn't be the ones to take credit for it. That would go to whoever managed to find the bodies. They wouldn't even be named in any mentions of how the search team had been tipped off. They'd be an anonymous source, but that had to be the way things played. For sake of protecting the carnival, and the fate of the town, they had to remain unnamed and unthanked. Granted, that would wind up being the opposite if things ended badly. If something went wrong and chaos broke out, they would immediately be targeted and blamed for everything. They'd likely be run out of town, and that was if someone didn't kill them in an act of rage.

There was a lot of weight riding on their shoulders. One slip up and it would crush them like ants. A sigh passed her lips as she made her way to her bedroom to change into more comfortable clothes. The shirt and jeans she wore weren’t exactly something she liked wearing unless she was painting. The paint stains she had all over the clothing were proof enough of that. Once she was back in comfortable clothing, (Y/N) made her way to her living room to resume sketching out the designs she wanted to paint. After getting back into the flow of her pencil motions, she was able to begin sketching out the various cacti she thought might be seen in the desert. Oddly enough, she could only recognize a particular cactus by how it looked. If someone were to tell her to draw a saguaro for example, she’d have no idea what to put on her paper. If someone was to hold up a picture and tell her to draw it, she’d immediately recognize it and be able to do just that.

Sure, people considered that trait a little strange, but it wasn’t as if she were some botanist looking to memorize the scientific name of every type of plant in the world. She was just an artist looking to paint a few plants here and there when the time called for it. Before long, she had the drawings done. There were three different type of cacti that she couldn’t call by name, though they could easily be looked up by description. A tall cactus sporting two arms. A small and fat cactus with little flowers, and a thin cactus sporting many long thorns and arms. She knew none of them by shape, but given that she’d seen all three forms of cacti before she knew they were of actual species. Once she had the cacti drawn out, she retrieved a few clean sheets of paper so that she could get to work on etching other designs. Cattle skulls from varying angles, tumble weeds at different intervals of motion, dead mesquite trees.

Pretty much anything and everything she could think of that would be in a vast desert wasteland. She did that, among with some sketches of Bony Bill. She figured she might as well do some artwork of the puppet that would be entertaining the guests while they bought their food and ate. All in all, she had twenty sketches to put to use. She’d take them in and have them transformed into plastic papers. Then she could rent the projector screen and get to work on etching the designs onto the walls of the building. After that, she’d be able to get to work on painting. Albeit, she had to give the entire interior of the building a coating of white paint prior to all of that. She’d likely go and get that done within the next few days. Best get a few other things prepped prior to all of that- from her perspective at least. With her drawing done for the time being, she moved all of her papers to a folder for safe keeping.

After that, she gathered all of her drawing supplies and returned them to their designated drawer underneath the television. Once her work station was all cleared up, she decided to relax for the remainder of the day. Intent on doing so, she made her way upstairs so that she could take a shower. After collecting a change of clothing, she entered her bathroom and turned the water on before stripping down. A few minutes later, she was releasing a sigh of relief as the hot water poured over her frame. After her day, she definitely needed some time to herself so she could unwind. She simply stood and enjoyed the feel of the water for a good five minutes before she decided it was time to start washing herself. When she opted to get clean, she retrieved her shampoo and poured a generous amount into the palm of her hand before getting to work on cleaning her hair. Once she managed to finish with that, she cleaned the rest of her body.

When she was finished with that, she relaxed once more. She didn’t bother to step out of the shower until after the water had gone cold. By then, the air in the bathroom was clear of steam so she was more than eager to dry off and get dressed. After doing so, she made her way down to the living room to retrieve her house phone. She wasn’t really in the mood to attempt cooking, so she opted to order something. There was actually a Chinese restaurant that delivered, and she was in the mood for it. With the quick press of a few buttons, and telling the man at the other end of the phone what she wanted, all she had to do was sit and wait for her meal to arrive. While she waited, she made herself comfortable in her living room and watched television. In the end, it only took twenty minutes for someone to show up with her food. When they arrived, she paid them for her meal and gave a seven dollar tip.

After that, the person delivering her food left, and she was free to enjoy her take out as she deemed fit. Fried rice, wonton soup, and lemon chicken- that was what she’d ordered. The chicken was actually a more experimental dish. She’d never had it before, and she’d been told at one point or another that it was good. So, curiosity had gotten the better of her and she’d ordered it. Overall, the food was good. The lemon chicken was definitely something someone would prefer if they were more into the sour-tart flavoring. She tended to eat it with rice, so in the end it didn’t really matter. Next time around, she’d likely order the sesame chicken- just to see if it was worth her time. Once she finished eating, she put away the leftovers before settling on her couch to watch a little more TV. As it were, she wanted to get in as much relaxation time in as she could. She could guess it would be a long time before she was given the chance to do so again.

From there, she watched a couple of movies, before deciding it was high time she went to bed. She went about the business of shutting down her household. Lights were turned off, doors were locked, and alarms were set. She turns off her television after closing her blinds, and then she made her way upstairs. Once there, it was all a matter of getting changed into her pajamas before climbing in to bed. She settled under her covers that night expecting to have a restless sleep, but she found that to be the opposite. She slept as calmly and peacefully as ever. Pity she didn’t realize just how much of a luxury that was going to be. She had no means of knowing that the following weeks would make it harder and harder to have a good nights sleep.