10-30-2007, 07:00 PM
The lady flopped back into her seat with a soft sigh, propping herself up on an elbow, hair falling into her fair face listlessly. She glanced boredly at the table before her, art supplies sprawled out in the end after multiple reorganizations. "Hmm," a thoughtful little sigh, sitting up right and reaching for a utensil and setting to work.
She scribbled about fervently to combat the mounting loneliness. "Art slots open," she called hopefully; "do order, won't you?"
((pl0x ;;))
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