Rise of the Organization

"Yeah, that makes sence..." Tana said, in a bored tone. Then she laughed, "Ah well, eventually time will pass."

 

He sighed. I hope I can avenge them soon. I really want to have a restful night for once.

 

"Yeah, I can't imagine not sleeping, even with the nightmares." Tana shuddered, "They do suck though..."

 

He shivered. I'd rather stay up all night than have nightmare-infested nights.

OOC: BRB

 

OOC: kk

BIC: "That's probably smarter than barely sleeping with them." Tana said, sighing, "But I'm not always that smart." she smiled.

 

He looked sadly at the ocean. Was it my fault?

 

"What?" Tana asked, confused, "You mean your family?" she looked at him sadly.

 

He nodded. I don't know why that happened. Did they attack because of me?

 

Tana shook her head, "I don't know, but I know it wasnt' your fault. Believe me, if you didn't want it, it's not your fault."

 

He managed a smile. You're right.

 

"I'm glad you think so, I don't know how else to put it." Tana smiled and looked out the window, "I can't tell, but i think it's gettting lighter, what do you think?"

 

He examined the sky. About a few hours left before sunrise.

 

Tana fell back on her bed in exageratted regret, she laughed again. "Alright then." she sat back up and pulled her sketch book from her bag and began drawing the room.

 

You draw? He smiled.

 

"When I can, yes." Tana replied, not looking up from her picture execpt to look at the room. "Do you want to be in it, or out of it? Because I need to know before I get to drawing where you are."

OOC: g2g, cya later

 

He looked confused. Me in it? Sure. He straightened a little bit.

 

Tana smiled, amused, "Cool. This could take a bit, so don't worry about being statue still." she looked up and down a few times until the hut was sketched out. Then she started on adding shadow, looking up every so often.

 

You really take it seriously on painting don't you?

 

"I guess, yeah." Tana replied looking up breifly for shadow. "Drawing is my way of being whole again. Not that that makes much sence...." she stopped drawing and looked up and down a few times, mentally comparing the room and her drawing. She frowned but turned it around so he could see. "Done."

 

He shook his head. Drawing is a form of art. You wouldn't call a masterpiece junk would you?