[it has been One Day. and Audrey is already bored out of her goddamn mind.
look, even as the Wacky Outcast of Thneedville, she still has a pretty shit attention span that is only alleviated by the power of BOOKS and ART. the book situation currently seems pretty grim, but art? you can do that anywhere, with anything!
she's picked out her perfect canvas: the door to her motel room. she only has pens right now, so it's not the burst of color she'd like, but anything to stand out. she's written her name in large bubble letters, and is currently outlining... well, they kinda look like trees? maybe flowers? but ones drawn by someone who only has a casual relationship with what Earth plants look like.
later on, she goes and sits outside the shops, idly flipping through the weird book she found in her room. it works in a pinch, she guesses. she gets a little hungry, so she just casually goes get a corn dog and brings it out with her. takes a bite...]
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[she is staring at the corn dog with an expression that is pretty damn close to utter shock.]
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look, even as the Wacky Outcast of Thneedville, she still has a pretty shit attention span that is only alleviated by the power of BOOKS and ART. the book situation currently seems pretty grim, but art? you can do that anywhere, with anything!
she's picked out her perfect canvas: the door to her motel room. she only has pens right now, so it's not the burst of color she'd like, but anything to stand out. she's written her name in large bubble letters, and is currently outlining... well, they kinda look like trees? maybe flowers? but ones drawn by someone who only has a casual relationship with what Earth plants look like.
later on, she goes and sits outside the shops, idly flipping through the weird book she found in her room. it works in a pinch, she guesses. she gets a little hungry, so she just casually goes get a corn dog and brings it out with her. takes a bite...]
...
[she is staring at the corn dog with an expression that is pretty damn close to utter shock.]