Harper Whitaker | Artemis (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ex_thewildhu622) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} themoderngods,@ 2012-05-16 14:32:00 |
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What: Drawing outside, communing with nature or some crap like that
Where: Central Park
When: Wednesday afternoon
The more Eleanor had been worrying, the more she couldn't stay in her apartment. It was a slow building thing, the odd things that had been happening to her. She couldn't sleep at all, every time she shut her eyes, there were images of her hunting something down. She dreamed of being bathed underneath the moonlight by mostly naked women who wanted nothing but to serve her. It left her restless and completely confused.
When she spoke to others sometimes, she wondered why she could see the things they wrote down, what they had to do with her. They all seemed like complete nutters to her. Yet, there was something in the back of her mind. Something that made her worry, and thus she'd been restless. Usually Eleanor could do nothing but lounge around, but now she had to escape. Grabbing her sketchbook, she went to Central Park.
People passed by her on the bench she'd chosen. They were either busy or happy, rushing too and fro. Some looking relaxed. The number of people in love was a bit overwhelming, but she ignored that. Instead she opened her book and started to draw. In fact, she was so wrapped up in it, she didn't see the person sit down next to her. It was only when the bench shifted that she finally looked up.
"Hello."