|Claudio Kilgannon (kilgannon) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2010-06-15 16:04:00
|Entry tags:||brynna addams, claudio kilgannon|
Who: Claudio Kilgannon, Brynna Addams
What: Trying to calm himself
He knew stealing was wrong, but he'd managed to swallow the guilt. Besides, it wasn't like he was some criminal mastermind, he told himself. It was just swiping some food, not a car. It had been pretty simple, too. He was getting a hang of his powers.
Then again, Claudio didn't exactly have to go to an art store and lift supplies, either. He had excused that one as food for his mind--a little mental health pick-me-up, since he sure as hell needed it. It was an odd little quirk, but when Claudio was drawing, he just stopped worrying. about anything. About his girlfriend and what she was doing now, about how his sister's life had been ended with a hammer to the back of the head and how it had been his dad that did it, his mother watching in horror but quiet acceptance, about how this planet didn't have the right number of suns for it to be Shylos Ten, about how the garbage scow he'd been on had seemingly disappeared... The list went on.
He sighed heavily, concentrating on drawing: the scenery he was looking at, just a simple landscape. He was lying down on a park bench, hood drawn, feet propped up awkwardly to hold the stolen sketchbook upright as the bag to put it all in (which he'd phased through the store next door to get) lay haphazardly on the grass below him. So far the sketch wasn't spectacular for his standards, but he had very high ones when it came to his art. It was what made him happy. His dad thought he should drop it and join a sports team, but his mom had always been encouraging about it. And now...
Annoyed with himself for even thinking about it, Claudio's hand jerked and he found a harsh, angry black line on what was once a decent piece of art. It would still be there when he erased it, too. Impatient, he set the pencil down and ripped the page from the sketchbook, crumpling it up and throwing it as far as he could.
"Lame!" he announced, but he wasn't sure if it was at the ruined work or the entire situation. He normally didn't get so downtrodden over something so trivial, but he didn't even know where the hell he was. Claudio figured he was allowed to be a little pissy.