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Who: Jamal Lyon, OTA
What: Trying to get out of his creative rut??
Where: Rec room
When: Nov 20, late morning
Warning: Mention of violence.

After spending more time that could be reasonable in his room, Jamal decides that the same scenery day after day isn't good for his creative processes. So despite the fact that he's still more of the opinion that he wants to avoid encounters -- which probably would have been good for him anyway -- he made his way down to rec area. He knew there were different areas for activities but he was drawn to the comfy sofas for now.

Setting against the the arm of one, he pulls the pencil from where he'd stored it behind his ear, the tablet that had been in his other hand now on his lap. Honestly, there wasn't much more here to give him a spark of inspiration than there had been in his room. He really should look into trying to get his hands on a keyboard again.

He shook his head, putting pencil to paper and furrowing his brow when not a single word came and the music that his entire life had been a constant companion and soundtrack to the world was silenced --had been since he'd been shot at an awards show. Maybe he'd lost his music in all that had changed.

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Elena's head turned to the side as she looked down at the paper. "Do you know what you want it to be about?"

Jamal smiles a bit wryly at the question. For once in his life he's not sure what he wants to write about. He shakes his head. "it's probably part of the problem."

That was something that Elena could understand. "What do you like best? Joy, love, desire, pain, regret?" She went through a few basic emotions from very happy to very sad. It was all she could do to help.

"That might be the best place to start."

Jamal sighed at the question, rubbing his chin which reminded him that he really needed to shave. "I don't think I know right now...which might be another problem."

Elena smiled. "I can't really help if you don't know where to start. How about this, how are you feeling right now?" After everything that happened there was probably something worth writing about in there.

Jamal nodded. One could only expect that at this point he was nearly whining which helped no one least of all himself. "I feel lost and..." his brow furrowed as he searched for the correct word.

"Like the best part of me was carved out."

"Sounds like it's something worth singing about." She gave him an understanding expression.

"It's a start."

"I suppose so," Jamal sighed and maybe he was just trying to avoid having to face it.

"Do you not want to write about that?" It wasn't hard for Elena to notice that something was up.

"I don't mean to push but you look like you're having trouble."

"I don't know that I do yet," Jamal shrugs because there's quite a lot about it that he's not dealing with. He probably should be. This is a different world and if he's ever going to move past what happened he's going to have to figure out a way to do it without talking things through with Freda.

Without a lot of the things that were a given before.

"Well if you want someone to talk to, you're welcome to find me." She flashed him a smile before shutting down her computer.

"I'm thinking of going for a swim."

"Thank you," Jamal said, a smile touching his lips briefly again. She had actually given him some things to think about.

His hand went to his side at the mention of swimming and he chuckled. "I never did really learn how. It might help you think about that photo, though."

"That's the idea. If you ever want to learn I can teach you." Elena pointed to the fogged glass on the far side of the room. "This place has a decent sized pool."

It was one of the many things she tried to focus on while stuck here.

Jamal smiled, tapping his pencil to paper. "Maybe sometime," he said, and he's not sure if he means it or not when it comes down to it but also he's not one to completely rule something new out

Elena flashed him a smile before nodding her head. “Sometime then.”

She turned and walked towards the pool, only pausing to gather the rest of her things.