Who: Melody and open Where/When: Late afternoon/Outside Rating: PG-13 maybe? Summary: Melody needs inspiration
There was nothing she detested most than a mind block. Melody held an impulsive mind when it came to inspiration. An abandoned pencil can instigate an entire painting. A doodle on her homework could result in her next new project. But there were these rare days where Melody was just…stuck. Not an idea would flow through her mind, and the more she thought and stressed, the longer it would take to come up with one. So hoping to stimulate her creativity again, Melody took a walk outside. Nature itself was filled with anything she could use.
Finding a spot on the grass, she sat Indian style and began to idly sketch in her sketchpad, only to be constantly crossing out pages and starting new. The crosses were almost violent, and unnecessarily aggressive. There was evident irritation in her, and she fell onto her back, using her sketchbook to dramatically cover her face. A frustrated groan peered through her lips, and she decided to stay in that position. After a moment, she found herself drifting, the sketchbook still covering her face.
However, her sleep was interrupted abruptly when somebody tripped over her head. She let out a painful yelp and sharply sat up in her position to see who had tripped over her head, her knuckles beginning to massage the side of her skull where it had been struck, wincing.