immortaldragoneye
Knight of Doom
The bell to the art store rang as a costomer stepped in, eyes scanning her surroundings as a smile slowly crept on her face. The girl walked around, fingers running over various sketch books and boxes of colored pencils or paint sets. She bit her lip softly, finally finding what se had been looking for; a large, squared sketch book. It had caught her eye months before this moment, and finally she had been able to get her hands on it. A wide smile appeared on Charisma's face as she stood up from the lower shelf, walking over to pay. Afterwards she walked out, overflowing with pure excitement.
She went home to breifly get a packet of pencils, soon leaving for a nearby, barely poplated park to begin creating. Hardly anyone came to the small park, which was what made it nice, peaceful, enjoyable. Daily she would just sit on the same bench for hours on end, drawing and drawing untill she finally got tired or hungry, and went out to do something different elsewhere.
On this specific day, she had a larger work area. As usual, she continued drawing untill her left hand began to ache. So, she closed her sketch book, stood up, and left to grab some lunch at a mearby fast food resturaunt, where she sat alone, in silence, eating her food, large sketch book set down beside her.
She went home to breifly get a packet of pencils, soon leaving for a nearby, barely poplated park to begin creating. Hardly anyone came to the small park, which was what made it nice, peaceful, enjoyable. Daily she would just sit on the same bench for hours on end, drawing and drawing untill she finally got tired or hungry, and went out to do something different elsewhere.
On this specific day, she had a larger work area. As usual, she continued drawing untill her left hand began to ache. So, she closed her sketch book, stood up, and left to grab some lunch at a mearby fast food resturaunt, where she sat alone, in silence, eating her food, large sketch book set down beside her.
