dylan (enfys) wrote in reality_dome, @ 2013-10-25 04:05:00 |
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Dylan hadn't arrived with the first lot of guests and it was just as well that he was a few days behind. Two days in the house and he was only just beginning to explore. Or to observe, really. His first venture in exploration had him wandering the house and then forgetting with bedroom number was his. He'd since rectified that by putting a neon pink sticky note on his door and scribbling his name across it. Other notes followed, the door seeming a decent enough gathering place for his personal reminders. He wasn't a shy man but he was a creature of habit and most of his habits were messy and scattered. He was also used to living on his own in recent years so suddenly finding himself with plenty of people about caused lots of distractions for someone so easily sidetracked. Which might explain why he'd chosen to avoid one of the common rooms. Maybe. Except that he was still seated in what was potentially a high traffic area. The bottom step of the staircase. With him was a sketch pad and charcoal, a wad of paper towels from the kitchen and his wavering attention span. Two days of not saying much to people he had yet to know left him feeling a bit lonely for company. So he made himself a trip hazard that couldn't be ignored. At least he had the good grace to keep his legs and feet tucked in (until he forgot and stretched out to occupy all of the bottom step) as he doodled. Designs for things he couldn't readily create without his studio and full compliment of supplies but this hardly mattered: ideas scribbled down could keep and by the end of the year, he should have enough renderings down to keep him actively busy and with any luck, the show itself would give him a whole new level of clientèle to make this all worthwhile. Sketch and smudge, smear and wipe. Occasionally look up at sounds coming from other parts of the house in order to judge whether or not he'd be caught doodleinteruptus or not. And every so often, he'd look about just wondering where the cameras were hidden and if they were catching him in a favorable light and at a flattering angle. No one ever said he wasn't vain. |