Welcome to the 4th Annual Hunger Games

[peeta_bread]

[Hey, Paradisa! There’s a teenage boy in your lobby. He’s wished up an easel, some canvases, and some paint. Peeta is sitting at the easel, working on something. Propped against walls are paintings he’s done since he’s gotten here. They’re surprisingly detailed and good, and mostly focus on a certain moment in time and on little things.

There’s one where two hands are meeting, one of the hands with blood around the nails. There’s one of a girl leaning over a box, her red hair obscuring her face. Another one has a girl with dark hair in it, and she’s holding a stick out defensively. One is of a handsome man, his face dark and his hand hovering near an untouched piece of cake. Another is of a girl with a fork in her mouth and a little smile on her face. There’s one last one, but it’s thrown off to the side and the paint is still wet. It’s a hand, covered in blood and holding a knife.

Peeta is working on another one. He’s been getting a lot of paintings done, but that made sense. He painted in the day, whenever he was bored, and when the nightmares came. But he wanted to share his work, so he came out to the lobby. His current painting is of a hard, olive-skinned hand holding an arrow in a bow, dirt and blood painted across the hand.

The journal is set up beside him so he can speak to anyone without getting it messy. But, for fun, he dips his finger in green paint and paints a smiley face right on a page of the journal.]

I hope people don’t mind that I’ve painted them.

[ooc: Open over the journals or in person!

To clarify, I will say which paintings are of whom. The hands meeting is Nora. The red hair is Dairine. The dark hair with the stick is Alex. The handsome man is Bucky. The girl with the fork in her mouth is Uru. And you’ll have to ask him about the other two! Also, if your character wants their painting, just ask!]

Comments

[cricketycricket]

[the Doctor's out for a stroll, enjoying his freedom after three days of what boils down to living torment. he spots the young man painting, and strolls down the line of canvases, carefully surveying. he sees each for what it is - a snapshot of time, and in some cases, emotion. compassion, fear, happiness, friendship ...

and something else, in the hand on the bow. determination, he decides.

in all of these paintings - so real, so human - he's acutely reminded of Jilly, and her own talent to capture the human spirit. these images are so very different ... but the heart of them is the same. he sees the same care and insight in this painter's hand as he did in hers - and in that moment, he decides he MUST get to know this young man, no matter how selfish an impulse it may be at heart. when he speaks up, his tone is friendly but quiet, carefully crafted not to startle]

You're quite good.

[peeta_bread]

[Peeta spots the man out of the corner of his eye, but says nothing, letting his paintings speak for themselves. When the man finally speaks, he sets his brush down and beams at him.]

Really? Thank you! I'm Peeta Mellark.I'd shake your hand, but...

[He holds out a colorful hand, wet with paint.]

[stalkershiki]

[Shiki's wandering through the lobby when she sees Peeta painting, and vaguely wanders over to take a look... and her jaw drops.]

Oh wow... wow, these are really good!

[peeta_bread]

[Peeta turns to see the owner of the voice and grins.]

Really? Thanks! Shiki, right?

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Nora's on her way to the kitchen when she sees Peeta and his paintings. Her jaw drops and her eyes light up as she wanders over. She takes a moment to look at all of them before turning to him]

These are amazing!

[peeta_bread]

[Peeta beams at her when she approaches. He watches her inspect his paintings nervously, worried about how an actual artists will judge his paintings.]

...Really? You're not just saying that?

[blue_sniper]

[Bucky's wandering by, and wanders up behind him, looking over his shoulder.] Nice use of shadow. [Steve's been rubbing off on him.]

[peeta_bread]

[Peeta jumps a bit at the sound of Bucky's voice, then whirls around on his stool, grinning up at Bucky.]

Bucky! You think so?

[He turns back to his painting with a skeptical brow.]

[unnaturalpause]

[James is out, actually taking the white clumber spaniel at his side for a walk (it's been too long since he's had a dog, so he's rather missed this part of things), and it takes him back into the lobby, where he sees the boy, Toby stopping as well before starting over, tugging on his leash which prompts James to start over, taking in the paintings.

It has been some time since he's seen anyone painting, and while not a skill he's any good at (he's a musician, nothing more, unless it's basic scientific and technical sketches), he can appreciate it. Which is why he ignores Toby as the dog wanders over to investigate the still wet painting (paint on white fur, he's going to hate that later), to look more at the paintings closer to Peeta.]

A hobby you have had for some time I take it? [He turns to Peeta with a smile, letting Toby go for the moment to investigate the painting.]

[peeta_bread]

[Peeta's eyes light up when he sees the dog. He smiles up at the man when he speaks.]

Only a year, actually.

and i need an edit button

[triela]

You really like to paint, don't you?

psshh I saw nothing!

[peeta_bread]

Yeah, I do! It's kind of therapeutic, ya know?

[youhavebeenflynned]

[Harry walks down into the lobby and then spots the paintings. He normally doesn't care much about art unless t's something valuable he can steal and then sell for cash. Still, he walks over to see what the guy paints. The painting with the bloody fingers captures his attention due to it's vulgarity. He then looks over to the painter.]

You got skill, mate.

[peeta_bread]

[Peeta looks up at the voice and gives the man a bright smile.]

You think so? I haven't been painting long, but I like it a lot.

I'm Peeta Mellark.

[wolfuncaged]

[Sup, Peeta, there's an elf looking over at your paintings. He makes a small sound of approval, especially for the last two]

You have quite the talent.

[peeta_bread]

[Peeta looks over at the man curiously while he inspects the paintings. He beams at him at the compliment.]

Thanks! I'm Peeta, Peeta Mellark.

[walkinthruwalls]

[ Kitty flips the page of her journal, grabbing a purple pen and drawing a smilie face right back ]

What are you doing?

[peeta_bread]

[Peeta chuckles at the purple smiley.]

Just painting in the lobby. What are you doing?

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine is walking down from her tower when she comes across this miniature gallery in progress. Nosy as always, she wanders over to take a closer look.

Then Dair notices the artist at work and grins.]

Another hobby of yours?

[peeta_bread]

[Peeta looks up at the sound of her voice and grins back at her.]

Mmhmm. You're the inspiration for one.

[heloise]

[ She creeps up behind the sofas to spy on the painter. He may lag behind Leonardo but those pictures look better than Pinturicchio's! ]

[peeta_bread]

[Peeta doesn't notice the girl creeping around. He would be flattered, I'm sure. He works on the greenery in the background, mixing his paint for just the right green.]

[delincuente]

[Alex watches him for a minute, silent only because she's currently occupied eating what seems to be a hot dog piled with Lucky Charms. Finally she swallows, and steps up closer to him.]

Dude, you paint too?

[peeta_bread]

[Peeta jumps a bit, almost smearing paint all over the canvas. He turns to face her and smiles.]

Gotta have hobbies, don't I?

[peacockherald]

Heh, you captured Bucky well.

_{[He had been passing through and spotted them and could not help but comment on the one of his friend.]}

[peeta_bread]

[He spins around to face the man, flashing a big smile in his direction.]

You're friends with Bucky?

[wishmadeinfire]

_{[Ashura had been taking his and Felix's Pokemon (a Flareon and an Espeon respectively) out for a stroll when he passed the lobby and saw the paintings. He came over, looking them over.]}

You are quite talented.

[peeta_bread]

[He smiles.] Thanks. That's really nice to say.

I'm Peeta. Peeta Mellark.