Post by CERO JOSEPHINE NINE on Apr 19, 2010 1:19:02 GMT
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--- CERO - NICOLETTE - CECE ---
[/font][/size][/blockquote]There was only one reason why she would ever consider sitting out in the commons this late into the night, when every other, logical, person was snoozing away in bed. Which was where she ought to be as well, but some things just could not be ignored. For example, her little invisible friend Moby's insistent heckling for her to get up and finish the painting she'd promised to make for him. It was a work-in-progress; meaning that the girl had yet to even consider what to put down on paper, let alone actually break out the paints and start filling in the gaps. Her dorm was too crowded and noisy for her to concentrate in - she was an introvert and naturally spoke little, but that didn't seem to be the case with her fellow roomies - so she'd snagged her sketch book and escaped out here. At least now, if people did crowd in, there was space for them to spread out and not be such a disturbance to her.
Sitting back on one of the old couches that dotted the floor, Cero chewed on her pen-cap (unhealthy habit for her teeth, but whatever) as she stared at the stretch of white that sprawled across her lap, trying to figure out what it was that Moby wanted from her. "Y'know, this wouldn't be so hard if you just came out and told me what you want painted," she argued with him for what felt like the thousandth time in the last two weeks. The little red-headed boy just shook his head as always, a silent 'no'. Out of all the companions she'd made in the past, he had stuck around the longest. And part of the reason behind that was this stupid, blasted, painting he kept bothering her about! Grumbling, she returned to glaring daggers at the inoffensive canvas, willing some sort of an image to magically conjure itself into existence.
"Cero darling, this is really quite unacceptable." The previously addressed girl didn't show any signs of responding to, or having heard, the statement. She had enough problems as it was right then, and her prissy dead twin was the last thing she needed to start bogging her down as well. But as always, Nicolette just couldn't take a hint and realize that her host was not paying her any mind. "I realize that art is your passion and all, and that helping that unfortunate...thing that's latched onto you is all fine and dandy. But it is 12 o'clock at night, and far past your bedtime! YOU may not care about your appearance, but I know I need MY beauty sleep!" An aggravated sigh. "Nicolette, you're dead. No one cares what you look like." To this, her sister went off on a long recitation of all the benefits that proper rest could do for a person's skin, a lecture Cero quickly tuned out. That was the good thing about having three voices in your head - if you could call that a good thing at all; ignoring other people suddenly became a whole lot easier. One issue dealt with, the artist returned to her work: pondering what to create from the blank in front of her.
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