The True Lives Of The Fabulous Kill Joys

Chapter 18- D I Why?

MK arives back with Ar, carrying some iron and materials to patch up the hole in the roof. The sun has just come up over the hill and we have been at work for a short amount of time already, me mainly watching.

"Hey, paint the back wall?" MK asks, handing me several paint cans.

"Hell yeah!" I shouts, taking the cans off of him.

I run to behind the building and face the wall, placing the paint on the floor. MK turns the corner, throwing me a brush and I grin, catching it.

"So." I mumble. "We have four colours and MK said I could mix them and they will change colour..."

I open the lid of the first colour. This one is called yellow. The second one is called red. The third is called blue and the final one is white. I start with a white base, bringing the brush up and down the huge wall. It seems like physical sport as I jump around the wall, painting it with white.

After a short amount of time I step back, taking a look at my job. It is slightly messy, some places thicker than others, but overall it is covered. I place the paint pots in the shade and wait for the paint to bake in the sun. It takes for ever, anything would be more fun than watching paint dry. I sit in the shade twisting a curl around my finger.

"Shit!" Someone shouts, I think its Ef but Im not sure.

I roll my eyes, stepping back into the sun. I dip my brush in the blue and mix it with the red. The result is what MK calls lilac. I grin at the colour, drawing a circle inside a circle inside a circle on the wall. I make sure paint doesnt dribble from the circles as I neaten it up. I use the blue to draw dribble marks on the top of the wall, coming down, like paint is dribbling down the wall. On the other side of the wall I draw a green target and yellow dribbles.

I sit back down, admiring my work and waiting for the paint to dry.

"Shit not again!" Ef shouts.

I listen smugly as Ef and Ar curse and shout.

"You guys okay?" I ask.

"No- I mean we are doing great!" Ef shouts back down.

I take the smaller brush, attempting to block out the grunts and shouts. I dip it in the green, drawing a vine down the left wall. I spend time making leaves and flowers bloom off it, curling around and down.

"Hey, I forgot to give you this!" MK shouts, running around the corner.

I turn and he gives me another paint pot, panting lightly.

"Wow, this is looking good." He grins at me.

"Thanks... Im working on it."

"Did you do art for a living or something?"

"Well, no, I liked drawing. But my drawings were too happy and BL told me to stop and so..." I let my words draw out.

"Well, dont stop." He grins at me.

I shrug with a blush.

"MK hurry?" Gee shouts.

MK jolts back into motion, like he was electrocuted.

"Sorry, I should go. Good luck and... Dont stop!" He says, turning away to leave.

I watch his blonde hair disappear around the corner before looking at the pot. I open it and look at the colour. I know this one, sadly. Its dark and ugly, yet in these circumstances it is mysterious and dashing. Its a bottomless tar pit of black paint. After finishing the vine and the flowers coming off of it, I change sides of the wall and use the black. I draw swirls interconnecting and twisting up the right wall. Like a boarder they are tame, yet they are wild and free, like they are constantly moving.

Starting at the top of the wall I make my way down, eventually sitting on the concrete and drawing the bottom half. I keep it strictly black and dashing. I almost ruin my hard work when someone interrupts me.

"Looks good." Gees voice surrounds me and I jump in surprise.

"Oh." I say turning to find the source. "Thanks. You surprised me."

Gee sits down next to me, fiddling with a paint brush.

I continue painting to see what he would do. He watches me quietly.

"Did you used to paint?" Gee asks.

"BL took it away because I was too happy with it. It looked too happy too." I say, slightly agitated with having to repeat myself.

"Can I help?"

"Sure. You can paint on the bottom or something."

We sit silently, painting the wall, uninterrupted. I get lost in the swirls, quickly finishing them. I put down my paintbrush and looking at what I have done. It looks good. I notice Gee drawing small people along the bottom and I sit down again, joining him.

"Who are the people?" I ask.

"Killjoys." He replies.

I nod, starting to draw a little Killjoy that looks like the dead girl on the roof. I draw a tiny hole in her stomach and fill in the blues of her hair. I paint all I can remember about her. Shes now here, a memorial if you will. Gee is drawing other little people, the first five look like the fabulous Killjoys and myself. Gee is still working on me, turning to look at me every few seconds. He draws the curve of my body and the mass of my hair and my sharp posture. He outlines the five of us in black.

Soon he moves on to someone else.