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Post by ♥ † .:Emily:. † ♥ on Jul 7, 2008 8:26:00 GMT -5
Artist reached the beach just on time... Well for her job anyways. She found her stuff set up with a note. Her boss had left her there. Sighing she felt her hair harden as hard as a rock. Apple chunks and other stuff littering her hair locks. She bit her lips until it bled. She then wiped it away with the back of her hand. Grabbing a paintbrush she went to work. A nice wave there, a seabird there. After a while she felt like she did enough. She then took a breath. Taking her top off along with everything else that was sticky she walked towards the sea. Sitting in the sand she tipped her clothes in the water and cleaned it. She hoped the colors wouldn't get ruined...
She then set it on the sand to dry. Going into the water she tipped her head under an incoming wave. Scrubbing her head under the water she felt her cheek burn but ignored it. She scrubbed her head until she felt the aple chunks float out of her hair and into the ocean, the other things... Well she wasn't to sure about that. Her arms starts to swim around her finally meaning it wasn't hard anymore... So that must mean it was out... Hopefully... He said a month but maybe that was just to be mean to her.
Finishing up she got out of the water. She noticed her clothes weren't dry yet. To avoid getting a cold she didn't put them on, instead she would dry by the setting sun. She went back to her painting. Drying her hands in a dog like fashion she grabbed her paintbrush again and started to paint again. She was happy when she painted... It was a way to talk without having to speak... She did it slower then normal today in order to enjoy it, savor it in other words. Sitting down on the towel she boss gave her she placed the painting in her now damp lap. This would be a nice painting of the beach...
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