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Room 210; Sunday [09/02].
Sep. 2nd, 2018 12:50 pmAstrid had originally planned to spend today in the library, trying to figure out this YouTube thing Mr. Stark had mentioned, but then there was a surprise waiting for her on her desk when she came back to the room last night. Surprise honestly didn't seem to cover how she felt about it. She definitely hadn't done anything to warrent it, it wasn't her birthday for another couple months...She thought of when her mom started seeing someone new, they'd treat her to little things to win Ingrid's favor, she thought of Starr taking her shopping for new clothes, that pink dress and the matching heels that were still tucked into the corner of her suitcase as if she'd never expected to stay here longer than a week, the hiking boots that she still wore nearly every day.
She never knew what to do with all those things, either, but she also knew not to look a gift card in the mouth. She had a big project in mind, and now she had the resources to make it happen with only the slightest reservation that she really didn't deserve it.
And so the bed and the desk were pulled away from the wall on her side of the room, the tarps were out and spread, she pulled her hair back and threw on some old clothes, and got to work with her carefully chosen materials. Small tubs of paints, black and grey and white, large brushes, and, to her surprise, quite a bit of green, which she planned to worked around the inside of the big black tree in the corner that would be the centerpiece for her new work of art, glowing like life, with veins of darker green worked subtly into the trunk like vines.
The Blue Period, it would seem, had passed. But what exactly would Green entail?
[[ door and post are open, with work related slowness. Three day weekend, wtf is that??]]
She never knew what to do with all those things, either, but she also knew not to look a gift card in the mouth. She had a big project in mind, and now she had the resources to make it happen with only the slightest reservation that she really didn't deserve it.
And so the bed and the desk were pulled away from the wall on her side of the room, the tarps were out and spread, she pulled her hair back and threw on some old clothes, and got to work with her carefully chosen materials. Small tubs of paints, black and grey and white, large brushes, and, to her surprise, quite a bit of green, which she planned to worked around the inside of the big black tree in the corner that would be the centerpiece for her new work of art, glowing like life, with veins of darker green worked subtly into the trunk like vines.
The Blue Period, it would seem, had passed. But what exactly would Green entail?
[[ door and post are open, with work related slowness. Three day weekend, wtf is that??]]
