RP: The Artist and the Gardener Characters: Kat, Swan Time/Date: Afternoon, September 29 Location: the garden behind the hotel Warnings/Rating: None Summary: Kat draws; Swan gardens Status: Closed
The "music" -- if that was indeed what it was -- was at one of the lower volumes. It had been so for the past fifteen minutes, but Katrina knew better than to expect it to last for very long that softly. She'd spoken to a couple of the residents who claimed to have resided at the hotel for more than a month, and they had all agreed that the music would last until Friday at midnight, because that was the established pattern.
Katrina wondered how she could be expected to endure another two and a half days of this. She was having trouble sleeping, even with the earplugs; when the volume suddenly increased, so did the vibrations. It often jarred her out of whatever doze she'd managed to slide into.
This place was not at all to her liking.
She tried to find some semblance of calm, though she couldn't focus enough to read. So she'd carted a sketchpad she'd found in the mall to the garden outside. She'd been surprised to find a girl not much younger than her busily working the plants. For a moment (likely because of the noise), the girl hadn't noticed her.
When she had, the pair had exchanged names in elevated voices to be heard over the raucous, cacophonous beat. They'd waited until it was quieter (though by no means quiet) before exchanging further details. Swan had then assured Katrina that she didn't mind at all if Kat sketched her or the garden, so when Swan went back to working the earth between her hands, Katrina had found a place where she could get a nice angle, and she began to sketch the garden, and Swan.
Her artwork certainly wasn't going to win any prizes, but she liked to draw and it did help her to keep her mind off the noise ... at least for a little while.