Subject: Quiet Morning In the Village Where: Streets of London Who: Lucas Blake Warnings: None! Open to: Abigail
It was windy that morning. With every step he took, the tail of his coat would lift a bit more in the air. His hair, earlier styled nicely, was now pulled back into a messy ponytail. The wind was having its way with him in any way possible, but that still would not postpone his shopping trip. He was in need of a few more jars of paint as well as a few new brushes. Usually by this time he would have already been perched outside and in the middle of painting something. He felt bare without any of his supplies, almost human, which only motivated him to walk further down the windy streets.