02 - Color Me Blood Red

[dyingisart]

Cheryl has been hanging around The Fin aimlessly (what else is she going to do? She's got eternity and no body to enjoy it with). Scaring Ash as he comes out of the bathroom is starting to get old, and she's not dumb enough to bug the rest of the residents - most of them have guns

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[ash__evildead]

Ash flops gracelessly into a chair beside her.

"Hey, kid."

He doesn't comment on the easel. Over the years she's done more drawings of him than he can count.

[dyingisart]

She only jumps slightly at his sudden appearance; she's almost forgotten how abrupt he can be, the operative word is 'almost'.

"Good morning, Ashley." She turns to look at him. "What do you think? Too much?"

It's a portrait of the talking moose head that's stationed across the lobby, hanging over the reception desk. (And it only looks like it's talking if you squint at it.)

[ash__evildead]

He tilts his head, taking it in.

"Not bad. I think you really got his likeness."

[dyingisart]

"Naturally." The Williams ego, she is strong among them. She puts down her brush. "How are you doing?"

It's complex, in her case, but she's all right.