03-13-2008, 07:10 AM
A last scratch made its mark on the sketch paper and the drawing was done. Lura slowly raised her head from the next in her palm, put down her pencil as she straightened her back (with a bit of effort), and looked around the room to take in her surroundings. Sounds were beginning to come back to her, a rumble of voices grew louder and louder with a mix of silverware clanking on plates. She quickly grabbed at her stomach with both arms as it let out a long low growl. Gehh.. this always happens..
Putting away her sketchbook in her sidebag, she got up from the table and made her way to the line for getting food, watching other people talk, eat, whatever as she walked the long distance through the many tables. Lura soon took her place at the end of the line and tried to get a view of the dishes.
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