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seriesofbaddecisions) wrote2020-01-01 10:17 am
seriesofbaddecisions) wrote2020-01-01 10:17 am
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Room 210- Wednesday afternoon
Sabine didn't really care about the new year itself, but the timing had synced up nicely with general boredom and just getting sick of her hair color. As of this morning it was now mostly lavender with a little bit of pink underneath that showed up now and then, which she felt better about. She'd needed the change.
But since the boredom was still there, she had laid some tarps down and was spending the afternoon adding to her bright pink desk. She'd made a stamp in the shape of a bird foot a while back, but today was a day for dipping it in black paint and making up a little path for an imaginary bird's tracks all over her desk. Including the sides. Sure, it wasn't realistic, but it was artistic license. It was a callback to a few different things, and one of them hurt a little, but it felt like the thing to do.
And if she didn't like it, she could always paint over it again.
[Open door, open post. I am bored out of my mind.]
But since the boredom was still there, she had laid some tarps down and was spending the afternoon adding to her bright pink desk. She'd made a stamp in the shape of a bird foot a while back, but today was a day for dipping it in black paint and making up a little path for an imaginary bird's tracks all over her desk. Including the sides. Sure, it wasn't realistic, but it was artistic license. It was a callback to a few different things, and one of them hurt a little, but it felt like the thing to do.
And if she didn't like it, she could always paint over it again.
[Open door, open post. I am bored out of my mind.]