PUT YOUR HAND IN MINE — o, weekly task

[guts]

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But Hughes had a job to do, and he wasn't about to back out, or do sloppy work on it. He repeated that in his head as he neared the staircase leading down, delving deep under the ground. Swallowing, he made his descent, a can of paint hanging from his jaws. He'd probably have to make a few trips back to camp to get all his needed supplies, but he just saw it as a way of exercise.

Once he reached the bottom of the steps, he got to work, removing all the old signs and replacing them with the new. He made sure they all looked nice, the lines precise and lettering easy to read. Once he was done with all that, he got to decorating, even doing some cleaning in areas he saw fit (it was...odd to maneuver a broom around as a dog). Eventually, streamers hung down from the walls, and little intricate paintings were drawn and pasted on the walls. Now the old ghastly atmosphere was gone and it looked a lot better, in his opinion.

As he made his way back out, he thought up ways to set up music, wondering if he could get some speakers set up in various places in the tunnels. He wasn't too experienced in such technical stuff, so someone else would probably have to help him.

[BASTILLEPAW]

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As Bastille left his room, he noted the changes that Maes had put in place -- things seemed cleaner, more polished, which was... fine, he supposed. Bast didn't really care either way, but he figured that having more habitable living quarters was probably for the best. As he wandered towards the exit, and towards Maes' aura, he had the idle memory of Hazel mumbling something about painting under her breath -- it'd been so quiet, to herself, and Bast hadn't stopped to question her on it. But as he eyed the few murals Maes had put up, and recall her forlorn look towards the walls, he figured that was her plan.

"Yo," he greeted, before saying, "You should leave some of the walls down there blank. I can think of a few people who might want to add some murals. Looks clean, though." In reality, it was only Hazel he was thinking of, but he didn't really want to point her out specifically.

[Starrynight !]

//OOC

One of the main reasons he seldom went down into the underground complex was that it was barren. Dead. It made his claustrophobia go haywire, and he always wanted to get out as soon as possible. He'd seen Maes carrying the paint buckets down the stairs, tracking him curiously while he made multiple trips up and down. Eventually, when the canine stopped coming, he resumed making his awful sketches on the paper before him. Stars above... he couldn't draw to save his life. Eventually he sat back, staring at the paper. Anyone who bothered to look would be completely baffled. It was a circle. With more circles on it. The circles were colored in differently, and each had their own labels. The Seraph nodded before slipping the paper under his door.

Wondering how the true(?) artist was coming along, he hurried down the stairs, holding his breath until he was at the bottom and through the entryway. He wasn't disappointed to see Maes finishing a fantastic picture on the wall. "Oh, wow!" he exclaimed, face parting into a smile as he slowly moved to view it all. "You made this?"

ATTACK IN BOLD #876494 - TAGS

[guts]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 550px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color: black; padding: 20px"]Hughes turns to Bastille as he approaches, giving him a curt smile and a nod. He wasn't too big a fan of him, but it didn't mean he'd have to be rude to him for no reason. Unlike his friend, he had some manners, so he wasn't about to start a fight for no reason. But he did have a good point. "Oh, yeah! That's a good idea," he barks, his tail swinging behind him.

He turns to Starry then, slightly surprised by his interest in his art. To him, he wasn't that good, but he did it anyway because it was fun. Nevertheless, he nods with a proud grin, glancing over his art briefly. "Yeah, it isn't that good, though," he tries to convince him with a shrug. There were probably people in the group who could have done a better job.