I see a Red door and I want to paint it Black

If the clanking down the hallway wasn't a dead giveaway he was up to something, then the four cans of paint were sure to raise an eyebrow or two. Figuring the school was meant for learning and such, he knew there were no classrooms in the mansion that seemed to be fit for the growth and fine tuning of his abilities. It was with a break through of sorts in his room, mainly breaking the overhead light with his alarm clock, that the idea of creating a real black room might be of use. There was the option of staying up and working things through the night, but people in this place didn't seem to understand the importance of keeping the noise down in the morning so he could sleep. That and the blasted sun shinning in the window all the time was rather annoying.

With a grunt, and a bit of a struggle, his hands wobbled about around the doorknob until it clicked open. He couldn't remember many people using this particular room, but if it was used frequently they would just have to deal with the black paint. It wasn't like he was doing any real harm to the classroom, just a little update in color. It would have been a better idea to ask about it first, but that wasn't exactly his style or the way he rolled. It was for a good cause, and if Taylor didn't see it that way, she could just go pout in a corner for all he cared. She hadn't called the cops on him yet and he doubted it. As long as he could run faster then she could, he had nothing to worry about.

Using his foot to shut the door behind him, Hokee let the cans crash to the ground. Stealth was not something he was going for currently. Playing with the door for a bit, he gave up hopes for locking it, and had to settle for jamming it closed with a student desk. It was better then nothing. Satisfied with his lock, he shuffled through his pockets till he pulled out a screwdriver he plucked from the garage.

POP

The smell of paint filled his nostrils. Ahhh, nothing like a bit of color to change the place up. Not giving a damn one way or another, he wandered about the room until he gave up hopes for a ruler and yanked off the rod for the blinds. Using it to mix the paint up, he let it rest on the lid of the can. "Show time." Cracking his fingers and stretching, he grinned. The room was going to look much better in the matter of a few hours.

Reaching behind his back, Hokee yanked out a large paintbrush from his pants and dipped it into the can of paint. As the brush rose from the liquid, a drizzle fed down back into the pool of black. Twisting the brush a bit, his eyes gazed into the drizzle. It was a beautiful sight, wonderful smells but more importantly his own mark to be made.