http://thismaskiwear.livejournal.com/ (
thismaskiwear.livejournal.com) wrote in
fandomhighdorms2009-02-14 08:23 pm
Entry tags:
The Roof, Saturday Night
No one had ever told Katchoo, explicitly, that the roof was the place to go for moping and emo and brooding and all of that; for one, she hadn't bothered to ask, and for two, the conversations she did have rarely lasted long enough to get to a point where the topic had a chance of coming up at all.
And yet, despite that, she found herself up here a lot lately, alternate superhero persona or not. Maybe it was the planter box full of cranky-looking plants; maybe it was the view. It was a nice change of scenery (and air) from painting in her room, that was for damn sure, and she'd lugged her easel and supplies up tonight.
Entirely unsurprisingly, she had a cigarette dangling out of the corner of her mouth as she half-blindly slapped paint onto whatever the hell this was turning out to be, painting more because the now familiar motion and feel of brush against canvas was comforting than anything else.
[OOC: I so meant to do this hours ago, but I conked out from a headache like whoa. Open!]
And yet, despite that, she found herself up here a lot lately, alternate superhero persona or not. Maybe it was the planter box full of cranky-looking plants; maybe it was the view. It was a nice change of scenery (and air) from painting in her room, that was for damn sure, and she'd lugged her easel and supplies up tonight.
Entirely unsurprisingly, she had a cigarette dangling out of the corner of her mouth as she half-blindly slapped paint onto whatever the hell this was turning out to be, painting more because the now familiar motion and feel of brush against canvas was comforting than anything else.
[OOC: I so meant to do this hours ago, but I conked out from a headache like whoa. Open!]
