Post by anna on Dec 10, 2006 4:27:00 GMT -5
[Title has nothing to do with anything, I'm just...random, and that's the song playng, right now... I apologize in advance if this sucks - it's after four in the morning, I'm feeling pretty crappy, and ...yeah. But I'm in the mood to RP, so, here goes. I'd love to have someone interested in converting Anna visit me, 'cause...yeah. Anyhow, on with the actual post, now...]
Brilliant emerald eyes shift from the fountian nearby to the paper on which she's sketching. She's sitting on the ground, her back agianst an ornate lamp-post, the circle of orange-yellow light falling around her in a glow that seems to resonate warmth.
Anna's eyes drift back up to the fountian again, and she scowls to herself, and shakes her head, strands of red falling scross her face as she looks back at her paper. she pushes them back absently, not looking back up for a few moments as she corrects the aspect of the fountian that she's made a mistake on.
Once she's got it to her satisfaction, she sets the paper aside and looks back at the fountian, watching the water absently as it continually flows, circulating.
There's a closed mug of coffee on her left, at easy reach of her hand, and she picks it up, now, taking a sip from it. Obscenely strong, too sweet, for most, it's perfect for her. She smiles to herself, and sets it down where it was, and leans her head back against the lamp post, green eyes falling closed, listening to the sound of the fountian.
Never mind that it's after two in the morning, and any sane human being is asleep, not drinking coffee and sitting out in the park - no, this is normal behavior for Anna. Normal, aside from the fact that she's quite sure someone's around. She just...feels like she's being watched. It's not a pleasant feeling, really...
She reopens her eyes, and shoots an almost-suspiscious look around her. No one in sight...but the prickling feeling of eyes on her just doesn't fade out. She scowls, and picks up her coffee mug again, taking another drink from it.
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Brilliant emerald eyes shift from the fountian nearby to the paper on which she's sketching. She's sitting on the ground, her back agianst an ornate lamp-post, the circle of orange-yellow light falling around her in a glow that seems to resonate warmth.
Anna's eyes drift back up to the fountian again, and she scowls to herself, and shakes her head, strands of red falling scross her face as she looks back at her paper. she pushes them back absently, not looking back up for a few moments as she corrects the aspect of the fountian that she's made a mistake on.
Once she's got it to her satisfaction, she sets the paper aside and looks back at the fountian, watching the water absently as it continually flows, circulating.
There's a closed mug of coffee on her left, at easy reach of her hand, and she picks it up, now, taking a sip from it. Obscenely strong, too sweet, for most, it's perfect for her. She smiles to herself, and sets it down where it was, and leans her head back against the lamp post, green eyes falling closed, listening to the sound of the fountian.
Never mind that it's after two in the morning, and any sane human being is asleep, not drinking coffee and sitting out in the park - no, this is normal behavior for Anna. Normal, aside from the fact that she's quite sure someone's around. She just...feels like she's being watched. It's not a pleasant feeling, really...
She reopens her eyes, and shoots an almost-suspiscious look around her. No one in sight...but the prickling feeling of eyes on her just doesn't fade out. She scowls, and picks up her coffee mug again, taking another drink from it.
[Open]