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Delia didn't mind days the grid went out. Don't get her wrong, the lack of a cooling source or the TV on hot days sucked but it meant everyone flocked to Huskers- even the cops. And if the cops aren't patrolling the streets they can't see what the young woman was up to. 

With her, distinctly too full, black bag slung over her shoulder and a black hoodie with the hood pulled suspeciously too far over to obscure her face the 20 year old tossed her skateboard over the fence surrounding the old lumber mill. She then snickers at the 'no trespassing' sign that was only starting to become weatherworn. Even new things in this town appeared old it seemed. She rummages through her bag and pulls out a white and a black can of spray paint. After giving them a shake she uses the white to cover the 'no' and the 'ing' before using the black to make an exclaimation mark next to what now said 'Trespass!'. As she slips the cans back into it's place she takes a moment to admire her work, a small chuckle escaped her lips. [color=90EE90]"Well, if you insist,"[/color] she says coyly toward the sign. 

She took a few steps back before running full force at the chainlink fence and jumped at the exact right time to be able to reach the pole that ran horizontally on the top. The fence [i]clanged[/i] as the chainlink sways under the weight of her feet. This didn't phase Delia at all. She make light work of jumping over the fence and landing on the ground without a hitch. She scoops up her skateboard and holds it at her side before walking long parameter of the building. Although it had been a full month since Parton's closed Delia was yet to present herself to the site. Walking around filled her with eager excitememt. This place was a blank canvas and the design of the building offered makeshift handholds galore, perfect for scaling the building.

She rests her skateboard at the boarded up front door of the mill. Did she start on the inside and work her way out iver her visits or make a statement that her paints had reached here? She settles on the latter. She does another loop of the building before settling to do the side only partially viewable by the public, it was broad daylight after all, and starts pulling her supplies from her bag. She changes the music on her phone to something loud and angry and sets to work, bobbing her head to the beat. 

If Delia was being honest she was surprised she didn't have to make a speedy getaway partway through the project, bless this heat and the cops want for comfort. Her result was a bright city skyline made of large buildings in blues, purples and pinks. It wasn't particularly intricate but it was a start. Her more timeconsuming work was more painstaking completed under the cover of night. Still she takes a step back and admires a job well done. Delia was quite pleased with herself. She then signs her work with a tag reading 'Paintmonkey' with a quickly drawn basic monkey face next to it- the way she signed all her work.

After packing her back Delia places it with her skateboard and scurries her way up the building. She expertly manoeuvres herself using what ever judded out of the wall; windows and misplaced bricks mostly. It takes her moments to find herself on the roof. She finds herself a nice perch on the roof to sit on. Pines seemed a little boring today from the outside. The Husker's parking lot was flooded as townfolk still flooded into the little bar to escape the heat and there was the occasional group of children playing tag in the street but for the most part the streets were deserted. Thenagain, even on it's busy days Pines looked like a ghosttown from up high. Delia longed to be somewhere more lively, somewhere more interesting. Instead she made like a Pines' resident and turned to the bottle. She pulls a flask from a povket inside her jacket and takes a swig, feeling the burn slid down her throat with the whiskey. For now, this would have to do.