Scorn was bored. She sat upside down on a spacious couch in her moderate size apartment wearing her normal attire with her face painted the way she liked. People might of given her strange looks but it didn't matter to her, if she had her way they would all be on her meal ticket but she did enjoy life so she had to play good girl and only eat off the dead bodies that came through the morgue she worked part time at. She debated on going to the park, she enjoyed hanging around the children that were there but once again she was viewed as being weird or worse, a person looking to kidnap one of their children. The truth was she liked children was all, so easier to get along with then wretched adults. She trusted few people her age, fewer older then her with what happened to little Ada.

The thought made her frown. Only she could protect Ada, no one else, they just watched and let bad things happen. Life was cruel and it was because of everyone else, just because she had been different. She pushed the thought away and spoke to herself in her head, finding the little pieces that were left of a lost childhood that lied within. An internal conversation took place, one of which eventually made a smile come to Scorn's face finally and had her pouncing off her couch and gathering some spray cans before making her way outside. She left the building startling some people passing by that she ignored and pushed past. She went around the back of the building and put her supplies down donning a paint mask on that had a similar painted lower jaw like that on her own face.

"Painting, why didn't I think of it earlier? Drab bricks are so boring anyways," she said with a laugh as she began spray painting in the alleyway. What she would paint she had no idea but it would come to her eventually, the process reminded her of the little gang she had formed after her stay in the asylum. The Reapers they had been called and she had been leader until her slip up with the morgue that got her caught. Vandalism had been something they did, spray painting mostly. Unfortunately she had been left alone once again but she had taken care of things by turning all those under her in. 

Of course her doing spray painting now was probably considered vandalism but better for her to paint then seemingly find a fresh meal even if her fridge was still full for later purposes.