Post by TANYA PEYTON GUATHIE on Aug 26, 2016 11:04:39 GMT -8
SUFFERING SUCCOTASH
She hummed softly to herself, a light breeze causing the loose strands of hair to tickle at her neck and bare shoulders. She had decided to move her studio outside today. What better way to get all of the intricate details she needed for her mural upstairs, than to be up close and personal with each and every petal down here in the garden. There were small paint cans on either side of her, ranging in colors and even textures, beside her and propped up was a large easel that she had been working with, but had abandoned when she felt she needed to get closer. She had decided to lay on the dirt path and use her sketch book to draw every detail she could muster out of each flower. The page she was currently on was worn with constant strike marks and the fact that she had to erase something at least three times before she felt it was perfect. Her current focus of study was a beautiful pink rose, dusted in early morning dew and near perfect.
Then again, most of the garden was nearly always perfect, regardless of the kind of heat it had to endure. Or even how much rain tried to drown it in the winter months. She had never understood how the garden could stay so perfect year round, but she had a feeling that the botany teacher had something to do with it. Even though Mr. De Luca stayed in his Green House for most of every day, she knew he liked to come down into the gardens when he felt he'd get alone time. Tanya smiled softly, the tip of the paint brush in her mouth moving so that the very tips of the bristles stained the corner of her sketchbook pink. With a sigh she removed the brush from her mouth and set her pad on the ground. Tanya rolled over onto her back, staring up at the morning sky and squinting from the bright light of the sun.
This place was nearly a paradise in the grand scheme of things. Brookings was an oasis in the middle of a desert that otherwise didn't see much action. Tanya was not innocent to the ways of the world, she knew all about gifts and the supernatural, she had once been apart of a guild that hunted individuals down and murdered them. Just because they were born with something they couldn't control. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. The smells of breakfast from the cafeteria wafted down to her and a rumble started in her stomach. Mmm, bacon. Oh that smells divine. Her heard turned towards the windows of the cafeteria and she felt her mouth start to water.
I suppose I could take a break and head up for some breakfast... But this mess. Tanya couldn't just leave her things here to get trampled, or stolen by some children who didn't know any better. But the thought of cleaning up right now left her with a grumpy feeling. She had never been one for cleaning. Making a mess? Yes. But cleaning said messes were something she only did when she absolutely had to. Otherwise she had learned to live with her life a little askew.
With a groan Tanya rolled over and started stacking her things haphazardly together. She reached for the two remaining cans on the ground and with all the grace she ever had possessed knocked over the dark blue paint can. In slow motion she watched the deep color seep into the yellow walking path and snake it's way across the path nearly missing the shoe of someone she hadn't noticed was standing there. Glancing up, Tanya could barely make out who it was with the glare of the sun behind them.
"Oh, good morning. Sorry about that."
Then again, most of the garden was nearly always perfect, regardless of the kind of heat it had to endure. Or even how much rain tried to drown it in the winter months. She had never understood how the garden could stay so perfect year round, but she had a feeling that the botany teacher had something to do with it. Even though Mr. De Luca stayed in his Green House for most of every day, she knew he liked to come down into the gardens when he felt he'd get alone time. Tanya smiled softly, the tip of the paint brush in her mouth moving so that the very tips of the bristles stained the corner of her sketchbook pink. With a sigh she removed the brush from her mouth and set her pad on the ground. Tanya rolled over onto her back, staring up at the morning sky and squinting from the bright light of the sun.
This place was nearly a paradise in the grand scheme of things. Brookings was an oasis in the middle of a desert that otherwise didn't see much action. Tanya was not innocent to the ways of the world, she knew all about gifts and the supernatural, she had once been apart of a guild that hunted individuals down and murdered them. Just because they were born with something they couldn't control. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. The smells of breakfast from the cafeteria wafted down to her and a rumble started in her stomach. Mmm, bacon. Oh that smells divine. Her heard turned towards the windows of the cafeteria and she felt her mouth start to water.
I suppose I could take a break and head up for some breakfast... But this mess. Tanya couldn't just leave her things here to get trampled, or stolen by some children who didn't know any better. But the thought of cleaning up right now left her with a grumpy feeling. She had never been one for cleaning. Making a mess? Yes. But cleaning said messes were something she only did when she absolutely had to. Otherwise she had learned to live with her life a little askew.
With a groan Tanya rolled over and started stacking her things haphazardly together. She reached for the two remaining cans on the ground and with all the grace she ever had possessed knocked over the dark blue paint can. In slow motion she watched the deep color seep into the yellow walking path and snake it's way across the path nearly missing the shoe of someone she hadn't noticed was standing there. Glancing up, Tanya could barely make out who it was with the glare of the sun behind them.
"Oh, good morning. Sorry about that."
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