Mark on The World(Denver)

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Colors. Vivid beautiful blues, gaping greens, and a mixture of the rainbow presented itself to the people that walked by it. Most enamored by the works of art decorating the building. Eleanor was no different. Though she hadn’t been to all the places located in the Menagerie, this old studio had to be her favorite. She walked into the building, smiling at the marvelous pieces that stood before her on the floors and walls. It was obvious that the place was an art studio, now abandoned. To her all it needed was a little love to make it back to it’s former glory. Almost all of the floor in one room was covered in dirt. The room wasn’t very big, just a side room off the main hallway, most likely used for sleep by rogues. A mattress was lying in the center of the room, an old ratty thing. El lifted it up and moved it to the side, deciding that, that would be the place to put her mark on the building.


El set her stuff down and grabbed a pack of chalk and one of her sketch books from the string backpack she carried around. She searched through the book, finally pulling out a detailed sketch that had faded some. Sitting down on the floor and pulling off her flannel, the fox girl set upon her mission, re-creating the scene on the faded paper.

It didn’t take her long, maybe an hour or two, considering it wasn’t as complex as most of her drawings were. Her hands traced and swirled, first drawing the outline. To most people it would look like a bunch of lines and scribbles. At first that’s all it was. As she continued, a wolf formed and so did several trees, along with another wolf near the background. With each detail, it came together, to form a winter scene and a pair of wolves under the night sky. “One last thing” Eleanor murmured as she got up. A piece of art was never complete without the artist’s name. In very neat cursive, she signed Eleanor Styles under the front wolf’s paw.

This normally bright and cheery girl usually created more happy and random pieces but they were too complex to be on anything other than paper. The scene created before her was more of a calm and serene piece. Still, it was very detailed and El was happy with it. ‘Halsee would be too, she was into that stuff anyway.’ She thought while packing up her stuff.

OOC=THIS IS THE THINGY SHE DREW without the lady person obviously





WORDCOUNT:: four hundred thirty-one(431)
MUSICPLAYING:: Crystalize by Lindsey Stirling
CURRENTMOOD:: Arty
POSTTAGGEDFOR:: Anyone
CHARACTEROUTFIT:: Clicky
AUTHORSNOTES:: Well...my original post was over 600 words but ya know all the bad stuff that happens to roleplayers. Anyway I got in a really artsy mood for El so if it sucks fudge Im sorry!

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TEMPLATE CREATED BY YOUR SWEET DEMISE of CAUTION 2 THE WIND

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Eleanor

Eleanor felt proud of her work. It wasn't as good as some of her others but still it was pretty good and it felt real to her. Though for her next work, it would have to be ten times better than a simple wolf and winter background. It would have to be more than just a piece of a three dimensional sketch on a wall. But still, this one was only a piece of what she wanted to be put in the world. To El, she thought that this was a nice tribute to the Wolf shifters, who in her mind, were her sister species. Sadly, this would only be there for a few weeks before it withered away. The consequences of using chalk. In the back of her mind, she doubted anyone would see it.

"I lack the things you need the most, you said where have you been"

Packing up what was left of her chalk, she placed them in the string pack she carried. Though they were only small multi-colored nubs, they could still be of some use. Her sketches safely tucked away in one of her many sketch books. She went about humming the melody of one of her favorite songs, occasionally singing the lyrics. "You trembled like you'd seen a ghost, and I gave in." Ellie knew that she would soon call this place her safe haven. A place for her to get away from all the troubles of the world and the drama that was sure to appear within the rings. She let loose her wavy hair and pulled on her flannel as a breeze filtered in from the open window. "You wasted all that sweetness to run and hide,I wonder why" All of her things stuffed into the little bag, she walked towards the door, almost walking into it as it opened.

"I remind you of the days you poured your heart into, But you never tried."

The first thought that entered Eleanor's head was to make an escape route. Her eyes quickly going over to the window and mapping out something from there. Out the window, up the fire escape and improvising from there. As the stranger entered the room, she was already edging toward the window. Her body was tense, muscles ready to jump out the window if needed. A girl came into the room, not noticing the other. She seemed almost entranced, eyes tracing over the details of the three dimensional image on the wall. When the stranger finally noticed Eleanor, she was almost half-way out of the window. El shook her head, denying the question, when the creation on the wall was obviously hers by the evidence of chalk basically all over her body.

Words-456
Tags-Denver
OOC- I didn't really know where to go with this its just kind of randomness from my mind