C
Charlie
Guest
Original poster
Name: Penelope McFaller (Penny)
Age: 20
Age: 20
There was no muse, no spark of interest in any sort of creation. Her hands wavered along her pallet of colours, dried onto the surface of the pine wood surface. Wiggling her fingertips and shaking her head she turned away from it all and shrugged the fleece off from around her body, replacing it with her waterproof parker coat. She took one look to the window, a storm had started to brew. "Perhaps this is the sort of inspiration I need.." With a swing of her arm to throw open the door, she locked it behind herself and started making her way down to the doors of her block. The lift with it's emergency tape glinted with the flicker of the hallways light which had been crying after a new bulb for weeks now, she was surprised it hadn't gone dead yet.
The walk down seemed more drawn out than usual, she passed the graffiti absent mindedly. The amount of times she'd seen the words, "Thwait Block Boys" were uncountable. Popping in her headphones and pressing play on her iPod had become so familiar to her she could do it with her eyes closed. She came to the ground floor and paused before walking out of the main doors, only to fix her hood before she walked out into the harsh pouring rain. Making her way towards the park.