Post by Shaan C. Vladislav on Jan 18, 2017 2:01:06 GMT
use or abuse me, just do something with me
The young girl stood in the center of her room, paint spilled and canvas's torn, brushes snapped in her frustration. She had managed to hit the side of her head on one of the edges of the canvas as she was tearing things down, a trickle of blood from a cut and a bruise forming against her eye. She quickly snatched her door open, not bothering to grab her jacket or her shoes. She ran barefoot to the main building, slipping in and rushing up to the art rooms. She needed to work this out and she didn;t want to be in her room. Sure she still had supplies in her room but those would take time to actually pull out to use. She opened the door to the room and rushed swiftly, her feet giving small tops on the ground.
She pulled out a canvas and a selection of paints and brushes and she set about her work. She was painting, not breathing much and not focusing on her surroundings. Before her brush the canvas layed out a scene. A celestial dragon, the universe in his hands and swirling around him, he looked around, even prouder was the woman behind him, standing on seemingly nothing, in her hand a leash. The leash was attached to the dragons throat, keeping him leashed to the seemingly human girl. She felt her hand twitch and she stepped back from the mostly finished painting.
She took a deep breath, her breathing slightly labored. It was a sight to see, a breathless girl splashed in paint staring at a simple canvas. She wore a pair of black jeans that hugged at her hips and a shredded tanktop that showed her scarred arms and sides, this was something she usually wouldnt have left the house in, but she was in a rush, she NEEDED to paint more, to create, to quiet the storm inside her mind. So she rushed to the closet once more, coming away with a canvas and charcoal this time, the girl simply looked as if she was in some need of someone to calm her neurotic ass down.
She pulled out a canvas and a selection of paints and brushes and she set about her work. She was painting, not breathing much and not focusing on her surroundings. Before her brush the canvas layed out a scene. A celestial dragon, the universe in his hands and swirling around him, he looked around, even prouder was the woman behind him, standing on seemingly nothing, in her hand a leash. The leash was attached to the dragons throat, keeping him leashed to the seemingly human girl. She felt her hand twitch and she stepped back from the mostly finished painting.
She took a deep breath, her breathing slightly labored. It was a sight to see, a breathless girl splashed in paint staring at a simple canvas. She wore a pair of black jeans that hugged at her hips and a shredded tanktop that showed her scarred arms and sides, this was something she usually wouldnt have left the house in, but she was in a rush, she NEEDED to paint more, to create, to quiet the storm inside her mind. So she rushed to the closet once more, coming away with a canvas and charcoal this time, the girl simply looked as if she was in some need of someone to calm her neurotic ass down.
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