starter for @prcblemdog because they liked ❀
she’s taken it upon herself to go off on her own today. the others are working diligently to gather more people, build something better, and she’s rather set on doing the same thing just in her own way. she sets another one of their boxes down by a mile marker, pulls out her sharpie to write on the top flap: take what you need, leave what you don’t. on the bottom flap, she writes out: if you need help, VPH channel 4. for a moment she stands back, pushing the marker back into her pocket, reading over her writing to make sure everything looks okay.
❝ let’s just hope you do someone good. ❞ she speaks it into the air, at a box full of inanimate objects, no less, but the objects in that box could easily animate anyone these days. hell, the bottles of water alone could bring someone back to life of their worst day. a sigh escapes, she turns on her heels, and she bends over to pick up the bucket of paint and brushes she’s brought along with her. yeah, that’s the second half of her ’self-mission’. she goes down onto the warm asphalt, and begins another mural. there’s the box of necessities, but close by will be an art piece; something to fulfill physical and mental needs.
minutes easily turn into an hour, and the thousandth upstroke of the brush isn’t what makes her pause-- it’s the rustling of a bush close by. ❝ hello? ❞ she speaks up, pushing herself onto her knees then completely upright, and she brings her gun from its holster on her thigh. ❝ i’m not going to hurt you.. you can come out. ❞
















