Post by Willow on Dec 28, 2010 15:30:21 GMT -5
ooc: first post for Grayson, please.
Snow fell, dying the land white. Anyone paying attention might see the paw prints coming up from the side of the road, maybe out of the woods or one of the nearby fields, but they were quickly filling in with flakes. A girl sat with her legs crossed, a messenger bag sitting down beside her. Like the rest of her, the bag was a little tattered, worn by time and work.
With a sigh and a scowl at the spiraling snow, she shut the sketchbook to keep melted flakes from ruining what was inside.
Drawing was something she'd taken up in the younger days, but she didn't get much of it done anymore. Not that she didn't have time for it or anything, she just ... didn't feel like it. It was a mood that came and went, rarely lingering for longer than a few minutes. Maybe an hour or more if she really got in to it.
Ugh.
Irritably she stuffed the book down in her bag, brow furrowed and pale green eyes flashing. Frustrated all the time, it was becoming a permanent personality with her. What was the matter with her? Maybe she needed to go up to the school, annoy some people. Scare up some excitement.
She wondered what Sparky was up to.
It would be vaguely interesting to go look for him. She wondered if at this point he knew. Hmmm. Oh well. Spot the Dog had gone missing for awhile now, although she aimed to go wandering after Sparky sooner or later.
Anyway.
Snow.
Willow scowled at it again, putting the strap of the pack over her head but not getting up yet. Na. She should get going, really, go find something to do. An odd job, some way to get a bit of money. She was running low. Don couldn't her money if he was dead, and no one else was around to send her anything.
Except maybe Seth, but last she had heard he was here, looking. For what? Hmm. She had forgotten about her little cousin, but it seemed .... oh well.
She would deal with all of that later.
Snow fell, dying the land white. Anyone paying attention might see the paw prints coming up from the side of the road, maybe out of the woods or one of the nearby fields, but they were quickly filling in with flakes. A girl sat with her legs crossed, a messenger bag sitting down beside her. Like the rest of her, the bag was a little tattered, worn by time and work.
With a sigh and a scowl at the spiraling snow, she shut the sketchbook to keep melted flakes from ruining what was inside.
Drawing was something she'd taken up in the younger days, but she didn't get much of it done anymore. Not that she didn't have time for it or anything, she just ... didn't feel like it. It was a mood that came and went, rarely lingering for longer than a few minutes. Maybe an hour or more if she really got in to it.
Ugh.
Irritably she stuffed the book down in her bag, brow furrowed and pale green eyes flashing. Frustrated all the time, it was becoming a permanent personality with her. What was the matter with her? Maybe she needed to go up to the school, annoy some people. Scare up some excitement.
She wondered what Sparky was up to.
It would be vaguely interesting to go look for him. She wondered if at this point he knew. Hmmm. Oh well. Spot the Dog had gone missing for awhile now, although she aimed to go wandering after Sparky sooner or later.
Anyway.
Snow.
Willow scowled at it again, putting the strap of the pack over her head but not getting up yet. Na. She should get going, really, go find something to do. An odd job, some way to get a bit of money. She was running low. Don couldn't her money if he was dead, and no one else was around to send her anything.
Except maybe Seth, but last she had heard he was here, looking. For what? Hmm. She had forgotten about her little cousin, but it seemed .... oh well.
She would deal with all of that later.