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EquinoxSol
Guest
Original poster
Once in his bedroom, Corey began packing, not sure what he should bring, as he had never gone to a convention before. Sketchbook, he decided, ...um...drawings! Racing to his shelves of sketchbooks, he took out a couple of the older ones, which still looked good enough to show people, and pulled out a few loose pages, smiling at the memories of drawing the characters there. He hadn't drawn anything from a television show or anime in at least a year, but he enjoyed the style, and most of his drawings looked like anime, though he wouldn't call it that. A couple of his drawings drew heavily upon Korean drawings, very soft and flowing, and more were realistic, but he still had a lot of anime.
Pulling out a portfolio from the top of the shelf, which was decorated with drawings on the inside and outside. The outside was very colorful and sure to draw the eye, and a lot of the inside drawings were of his best, though most were a year old. "Mmm'kay, this'll work," Corey said, smiling to himself before taking out another portfolio that was next to it, which was a couple months newer. Finding a dry erase marker, he wrote rather reasonable prices on the plastic coverings, deciding that his colored art should be more expensive than the drawings he had done in class. Namely, Hardwell's class.
Putting the portfolios into his bag, he stowed a few sets of clothes into the bag, making sure that he would look nice during the days of the convention. Packing essentials, like his phone charger, toothbursh and paste, and comb, he set the bag at the foot of his bed, excitement running through him and preventing him from sleeping.
Pulling out a portfolio from the top of the shelf, which was decorated with drawings on the inside and outside. The outside was very colorful and sure to draw the eye, and a lot of the inside drawings were of his best, though most were a year old. "Mmm'kay, this'll work," Corey said, smiling to himself before taking out another portfolio that was next to it, which was a couple months newer. Finding a dry erase marker, he wrote rather reasonable prices on the plastic coverings, deciding that his colored art should be more expensive than the drawings he had done in class. Namely, Hardwell's class.
Putting the portfolios into his bag, he stowed a few sets of clothes into the bag, making sure that he would look nice during the days of the convention. Packing essentials, like his phone charger, toothbursh and paste, and comb, he set the bag at the foot of his bed, excitement running through him and preventing him from sleeping.