CATCH-ALL FOR SEPTEMBER

[khajidont]

WHO: Jaime Reyes & YOU!
WHERE: All Porter Cities!
WHEN: Throughout September.
WHAT: Another one of those handy dandy catch-all logs for September! Want to plot something out? Just PM me or PP me on plurk at wisdombitch, or just toss a prompt in yourself, and I'll be more than happy to tag it. Jaime will be available all month as either his own mundane civvie self, or patrolling as the Blue Beetle!
WARNINGS: None anticipated.

Comments

[aojona]

[ Neither does Pablo, at least in that respect; as far as he knows, he's always been able to do... something similar, though never quite so literally. Painting things that could be, images with some kind of power whether good or less so, but rarely did they seem quite as literal as this one appears.

He gives it one more uneasy glance, but that's all -- best to return to it later with fresh eyes. He shakes his head. ]

Me either, I guess. Like, probably. I mean, I've never tried, but... [ He blinks, and shrugs. ] I don't really like violence, it's not something I paint very often.

[ Then he pauses, and proceeds to walk through the hallway toward the stairs silently. Oh those wild fits of pique. ]

[khajidont]

[Pablo's a weirdo. Jaime knows this, but every conversation they have further cements it. He's not weird in the same way that others are here, too used to their own worlds to adjust to a relatively peaceful one like this, but weird in the more commonly accessible way, the kind that gets bullied in school and called in by the principal and gets told ay, I don't know what to do with you anymore.

But if Pablo's okay with it, Jaime supposes he is too. He hesitates, then follows Pablo downstairs and out the door, allowing his silence until they leave, because no way in hell are they walking the entire time in silence.]

So... what do you like to paint, then? When you're not, um. Inspired.

[aojona]

[ It's frankly not too far off an assessment; not that Pablo goes out of his way to be different on purpose, he's not a rebel in that sense, but he's always just a little bit -- or a lot -- out of step with whatever his current situation or company is.

On the other hand, it makes it pretty easy to adapt quickly to unfamiliar situations, hence why Pablo hasn't had any apparent issues with adjusting to life here. A couple bumps here and there, sure, but he was pretty quick to accept this strange new reality.

He doesn't immediately appear to have heard Jaime, continuing to walk in silence with his eyes fixed toward the ground, but then almost a minute later he lifts his head and looks at Jaime, blinking once like that's a question he's never thought about before. Then he raises his left hand up so that his eye tattoo faces out, holding it up in front of his own eye. ]

Well, usually I start by painting eyes-- you know, like, just to be safe. I feel like-- [ He lowers his hand again and pauses, lips closed in a line, eyes staring forward, before continuing slowly: ] ... I just feel a lot better once I've done that, usually. Oh, and flowers, too. I paint a lot of those.

[ Slowly, his gaze shifts downward again, a bit self-consciously; his expression doesn't totally reflect it, but Pablo never knows how to talk about himself, always nervous that he might say something weird. That's something he can usually catch onto, at least, as opposed to weird actions. ]

Um-- but we don't have to talk about that. [ He says it somewhat quickly. ] How has your family been liking it here?

[khajidont]

Oh. Wow, you like drawing them enough to put it on your own body.

[He was sort of hoping for something a little more normal, like portraiture, or scenery, but he doesn't get artists. Eyes are neat, he supposes. Not something he'd want to see a painting full of, but he's pretty sure it's symbolic, or metaphorical, or something. Window into the soul?

God, he really does try to talk to people about their interests, but he knew he was bad at it when all he could say to Minato's violin playing was that's pretty. He's even worse at paintings. So while he is genuinely interested in Pablo, there's a big part of him that's relieved at the shift in subject; it means that he's not going to inadvertently insult Pablo's life's work. He'll ask about the eyes, maybe, and that whole just to be safe thing, but... maybe later.]

Oh, um. Okay, I think. I mean, they're adjusting, even if this isn't really where they want to be. They belong at home with the rest of our family, you know? [He pauses, pressing a finger to his bottom lip.] How about you, man? We haven't talked much. Is this place okay for you?

[aojona]

Right, because-- well, since I can't paint them everywhere I go, it just made a lot of sense.

[ Pablo says it in a matter-of-fact though distracted sort of way, either because he thinks that explanation is sufficient enough in of itself, or he doesn't know how else to talk about it -- perhaps both.

Then he nods slowly, just once. ]

Oh, yeah. I can be fine pretty much anywhere, so... like, I think it's interesting. But, um, I guess that's how I'd feel too, if my family was here. They all have other places where they'd be happier... [ A pause, then he blinks. ] Do you have a big family? Um, like siblings?

[khajidont]

[Once again: what the heck, Pablo. Maybe he's rooming with a new visionary. He's silent, not sure how to respond politely to that, but thank god, thank god he has family to talk about.]

Well, I'm glad that you're okay here, at least. That's the most important thing, no matter how you get around to getting okay with it. [He pauses.] I mean, so long as you don't break any important laws.

[He can't see Pablo as a criminal anyway, however, so he supposes he doesn't have to worry much about that.]

I got a little sister back home. And, like, fifty cousins, but you know how these things go. You get a family like ours together, and things get a little... crazy. Plus, everyone decided to have, like, three kids each.

[aojona]

[ That gets a slow nod of acknowledgement, as if Pablo is considering Jaime's words carefully, then he nods again. ]

Right, yeah... for sure, no important laws. I wouldn't want to do that.

[ Which is not to say he's never... encountered... Legal Troubles™, but never intentionally. Anyway-- ]

Oh, yeah. Totally. I mean, I think I have more siblings than I do cousins, unless I'm forgetting about some... well, we only live near two of them. What's your sister's name?