Jillian Cabell
Feb 12, 2009 5:57:53 GMT -5
Post by Jillian Cabell on Feb 12, 2009 5:57:53 GMT -5
YOURSELF
NAME
Eli?
AGE
I’M THINKING 73 TODAY
GENDER
WHAT?! YES PLEASE!!
CHARACTER
NAME
Jillian Shae Cabell
AGE AND GRADE
Sixteen / Sophomore
GENDER
Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION
Bisexual
TALENT
Art
LOOK-A-LIKE
Dania Ramirez
PERSONALITY
There’s no denying the exuberance of Jillian Shae Cabell. Always bursting with energy and enthusiastic about almost everything. She’s driven by achievement and success, often going out of her way to achieve something and sometimes mistaking wrong for right; she’s been known to enjoy one-upmanship, but usually ends up apologizing for it later. She’s a sporty person, and despite her need to do better than everyone else, she loves being on team and usually leaves her aggression and competiveness for the opposing one. Many things she does are with the desire improve skills she already has and loves learning new forms of art and applying them to her work. She works to be the best and believes that she can eventually be the best; she overcomes obstacles easily and is almost obsessive compulsive about succeeding at difficulties. Usually, just like with most people her art reflects her mood, though in a shockingly beautiful way for someone as amateur as she is; she’s extremely aesthetic, she sees the beauty in everything and almost everyone, including herself. And she knows she’s a bit cocky, but the more power to her; it’s more of an overload of confidence rather than cockiness.
She’s quirky, though not to the point of annoyance, and she can be pretty quiet when concentrating or when the time calls for it. Often, she does things on a whim, unlike her sister she’s a master procrastinator and doesn’t enjoy planning things at all. She loves taking things as they go, and living life in the present not the future; living everyday like it was her last…well…without the gloomy effect of it. Her respect for adults and people older than she, is a trait often exemplified and noted on, but it comes from parents who taught her so, but she’s got a mean bite when she’s provoked and once her respect is lost, she doesn’t try very hard to help gain it back. As with her trust, it’s a trait she shares with her sister. She trusts easily, but doesn’t let anyone take it for granted, once trust is loss you can rarely gain it back – which is partly opposite of Kristen. She likes to protect the helpless, and often flocks to save people being bullied or manipulated. She’s strong-willed and doesn’t let people step all over her or over people who cannot defend themselves. Rarely, if ever, she’ll back down from someone, only if and when she feels she’s in immediate danger.
She’s extremely adventurous in most things she does, often embarking on random walks, not knowing where she’s headed, but heading that way anyway, or trying something completely out of perspective with a piece of work she’s doing in hopes that it’ll turn out okay. Her optimistic outlook on life and most things often draws people into her, as well as her sense of humor. Usually she can find humor in any and everything and can often be seen laughing and smiling. Though she also has a cool demeanor about her, she likes calm atmospheres and often unwillingly adapts to atmospheres she finds herself in. She’s a social chameleon in the sense that she can hang with any and everyone and not feel awkward in the slightest. Her impulsive nature often gets her into trouble, so she’s learned to control it, though her spontaneity has always been described as a good thing. Even if it gets her into jiffies. Often she zones out as if lost in her head, but mostly she’s making a scene of something said or something that has happened; it’s always funny in a way. Ohhhh she’s extremely stubborn, when she’s right she’s right and everyone who disagrees is wrong, though usually she doesn’t allow that to get in the way of things. People describe her as warm and kindhearted, though no one should be fooled into mistaking that for a weakness
Like most people she likes animals, but often takes a cautious approach to them for fear of being attacked. . Things that she isn’t experienced in are sexual things, she doesn’t always find the time for new experiences in that department, nor does she think loose women should be as appealing as they are. She likes to consider herself a challenge, and it helps that she’s never had sex before, though there’s nothing really stopping her other than her religion – which she isn’t too serious about, but goes along with it for the avoidance of argument – and the fact that guys are douche bags. Speaking of which, she only dates women, though her parents don’t know, neither does her sister – it just hasn’t come up. She’s also very secretive, and she’s a very private person.
APPEARANCE
A trait that is within all of the women in her family, Jillian has long, full, lustrous, dark hair that usually falls past her shoulders. It’s a big rarity that she cuts it lower than her shoulders, and when she does it’s usually in the summer and grows back just as quickly as it was chopped off. She usually wears it elegantly down her back; usually with deep waves inset naturally, though she tends to straighten it when she wants a change. It’s also very rare that you’ll ever see it pulled back, even though it tends to fall into her face and annoy her – the only exception to that is for art class and even then she only puts it half-up and half-down. Just like her sister, she has naturally long eyelashes. Another trait that has been passed down generations is her extremely dark chocolate, almost black irises. Their depths seem to have no end, and despite the widespread trait, it’s still quite easy to get lost in the almond-shaped beauties. But even the darkness can’t contrast the brightness that’s always radiating in her eyes; so full of light and enthusiasm. They’re like mirrors and open books, if there’s one way to see how she’s feeling, it’s the most prominent way. When she’s sad, her eyes reflect enough sorrow to drown someone in, when she’s happy her eyes mirror enough contentment to fill a room. But almost always her eyes are twinkling, with loads of emotions and such. Glee, mischievousness amusement, sarcasm, etc… Which is what makes her a horrible liar.
Her thin, pouty lips are features that Jillian despises but she always knows how to color them to make them appear, more full. Though, they’re not as thin as she claims them to be, she plays them up with lightly tinted lip gloss, usually a tone off from their natural color. What’s funny is that along with her eyes, it’s a subtle way to understand how she’s feeling. When she’s nervous, she bites them, and tugs them lightly with her fingers. When she’s sad they’re hitched in a frown, angry they may twitch a bit; when she’s concentrating, they’re usually pursed or her tongue pokes out the corner of her mouth. When she’s in a playful mood, they’re usually puckered or in a smile.
Graced with smooth, golden brown skin from her mother, it’s often the first thing people notice. It’s part of the reason she’s so striking as a person before personality is discovered. It’s soft, even and very light. On her face, however she often uses a bit of blush just to enhance the features of her face, along with eyeliner, eyeshadow and mascara at times – sparingly. Usually she doesn’t care enough to apply it because the only thing she enjoys applying color to be a blank canvas. Makeup tends to take too long, mainly because she doesn’t exactly know how apply anything but eyeliner. According to Jillian, her legs are her best features, because though she stands at 5’4’’ inches, they make her appear taller when she’s wearing shorts or skirts. And are silky smooth to the touch.
Speaking of clothing, her sense of style is very casual and cool. She likes jeans and t-shirts just as much as the next person and it’s the usual thing you’ll see her walking around in. Mainly because her sister would kill her if she got any paint or smudges on any of the clothes she’d purchased for Jillian, and two because that’s what she feels most comfortable in. She likes her denim, very much so. And though she likes to dress nice, she does walk around with t-shirts and bottoms doused in paint splatters. As are her shoes, at least an old pair of converse she has yet to get rid of; they’re her favorites. Even though they’re a bit tattered and frayed, she still loves them. She prefers flats and converse, but even still she enjoys her heels. Not too big on accessories, she often only dons a pair of earrings and her leather cuff that she’s become accustomed to wearing.
HISTORY
Born on the evening of October 2nd to loving parents Daniel and Carmen, Jillian Shae Cabell, is the youngest child born of the two. As a sort of tradition with her mother, the unborn Jillian was also exposed to music while still inside of her mother’s tummy. Classical music and piano just as she did with her sister. It would shape her life as she grew older. Though her mother was very careful still with her unborn child, the fear of damaging her baby had passed as she grew into her mothering role. She didn’t exactly take the extra care she did with Kristen, but she still took enough care to keep her baby safe from injury. Just like her older sister, Jill was very intelligent, though she was never good enough to pass into the types of schools Kristen was placed in. So for the majority of her life, Jillian was placed in private schools. Moving at Kristen’s will, whenever she moved up too many levels to stay in the same school. Whenever it was absolutely necessary for her to switch schools. It wasn’t until she got into her last year of middle school where she decided and convinced her parents that she was ready for public school.
For a while, she envied her sister. Thought that Kristen thought she was better than Jillian. She craved the attention her parents gave to Kristen, jealous of her ability to capture it like Jillian never could, no matter how many straight A report cards she brought home. Kristen always did better. It’s where her need for competition began. Especially when Kristen went off to Gordon Parks’ Academy, one of the toughest schools to gain entrance to. What made Jillian so angry about it was that Kristen had found a niche, different from what she’d been taught by their parents, and they still held pride for their daughter, a pride that Jillian had never truly seen in regards to herself. It was a jealousy she wouldn’t shake until her older sister sat her down and talked to her one-on-one. Though she kept the edge of competitiveness she held with Kristen, it was the first time she’d fully embraced her sister and honestly felt the love her sister held for her. And they’ve been close ever since. And she vowed that she’d get herself into that same school if it killed her.
Her love for art came in her last year of middle school and her first year of high school. She’d began drawing small doodles, ones that hadn’t meant much to Jillian at first, until someone pointed out how great they were. And even then she still thought they were just being nice. It wasn’t until her parents noticed her gift that she took it seriously, after she’d drawn an almost perfect picture resembling Kristen’s bird Pippa one day, bored at home on a weekend. They enrolled her in an art school outside of school, where she improved in her skills in different types of art, using different medians and learning perspective quicker than most of her peers would have. And her art teacher, hearing of the school from a distant niece who’d also considered the Academy but failed to get in, sent an application for her, even setting up an interview. Jillian, getting news of her date a couple of days before her actual interview, packed quickly and flew to Kansas City with her art teacher.
During her interview, she was extremely nervous and may have made a few slip-ups, but even she thought she did great for the nerves that had been coursing through her. And weeks later, when she got her acceptance letter – right before her vacation with her parents – letting her know she was one of the few students accepted after the start of term and asked to start schooling after Christmas break, she knew that she’d done amazing. Her parents were so proud of her, as was her elder sister. And she’d finally accomplished one of her competitions with her sister, only many more to come as she made her way to join her at the fine arts academy.
ROLE PLAYING SAMPLE
Huffing inaudibly as she marched around her painting, Jillian glared at the offending piece of art. Her hand – dotted with fresh paint might I add – flew in a frenzy through her dark hair, gripping it and highlighting it in greens and oranges. The shirt she used as a smock was covered in paint, as were her arms. Smudges from paint on the back of her hands ran along her face. Pursing her lips as she stared at the painting, her eyebrows knitted as she crossed her arms over her chest annoyed with the outcome of her work. There was something missing, that she just couldn’t pinpoint. Looking at it over and over again from different angles hadn’t helped her this time, and she was at a loss for what the hell she should do. Dropping the brush in her hands, watching as it fell to the floor and splattered red paint all over her shoes and jumping a bit; her eyes and mouth instinctively closed as specks of wayward paint splattered across her face.
As she ran the back of her hand along her lips to rid them of the paint, her arm flung away by mistake and hit the easel she’d been working on, and she dived for it before it could hit the floor. But she missed it by inches and cried out as the canvas hit the floor. “Goddamn it!” she screamed, thankful that she wasn’t actually in class rather than working on her own time. When she looked down at the painting however, the impact that the canvas made against the floor caused the paint to shift in frenzied lines all along the image, and getting rid of any of the excess paint she’d left on the board. A small smile began forming on her lips, before twitching back into the frown only to form again. Staring at the painting as her head fell to the left, only to ponder herself to the right, she decided that she liked it better than what she’d originally had. That it was missing that element of surprise that she’d never felt before. Maybe because she’d never accidentally dropped a painting before, but even so it was refreshing. Squeeing lightly, she couldn’t resist hugging the painting to her chest. When the realization of what she’d done set in, the frown began to set slowly back in. And in her visually stimulant mind she saw herself dropping onto her knees on a movie set, screaming out the word “NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” as if her object of affection throughout the entire movie had just gotten shot in the chest – only to live so they could fall madly in love and kiss passionately in the midst of a gunfight.
The whimper fell from her lips as she pulled the painting slowly off of her body, sobbing a bit at the sound it made. She cringed as she saw the crap she’d made before dropping it on the floor and getting on her knees only to shove her hands angrily onto the canvas, smudging the paint in a childlike manner before gripping her hair angrily – obviously forgetting that she had paint on her hands. She stood up abruptly, grabbing the offending piece of art…or crap… and dropping it again. “Work damn it! Work!” she huffed, watching as nothing happened. The paint was already drying and all the excess had been dropped off before on the last accident. Kicking it feebly, she sighed as she figured she’d screwed up her artwork; she placed it back on the easel and grabbed black paint. Drawing a small stick figure body, and a large circle atop it, she drew a sad face pulling away and nodding as if it were the most innovative piece of art she’d ever seen. “Perfect.” She laughed, before setting it to dry and cleaning up her mess.
After spotting herself in the mirror, she began laughing at herself. For some odd reason she saw herself on one of those corny, kid reality shows on Nickelodeon. Working aimlessly to tidy up her hair, she gave up, turned the lights out in the art room and headed off to take a long needed shower.
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[/size]NAME
Eli?
AGE
I’M THINKING 73 TODAY
GENDER
WHAT?! YES PLEASE!!
CHARACTER
NAME
Jillian Shae Cabell
AGE AND GRADE
Sixteen / Sophomore
GENDER
Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION
Bisexual
TALENT
Art
LOOK-A-LIKE
Dania Ramirez
PERSONALITY
There’s no denying the exuberance of Jillian Shae Cabell. Always bursting with energy and enthusiastic about almost everything. She’s driven by achievement and success, often going out of her way to achieve something and sometimes mistaking wrong for right; she’s been known to enjoy one-upmanship, but usually ends up apologizing for it later. She’s a sporty person, and despite her need to do better than everyone else, she loves being on team and usually leaves her aggression and competiveness for the opposing one. Many things she does are with the desire improve skills she already has and loves learning new forms of art and applying them to her work. She works to be the best and believes that she can eventually be the best; she overcomes obstacles easily and is almost obsessive compulsive about succeeding at difficulties. Usually, just like with most people her art reflects her mood, though in a shockingly beautiful way for someone as amateur as she is; she’s extremely aesthetic, she sees the beauty in everything and almost everyone, including herself. And she knows she’s a bit cocky, but the more power to her; it’s more of an overload of confidence rather than cockiness.
She’s quirky, though not to the point of annoyance, and she can be pretty quiet when concentrating or when the time calls for it. Often, she does things on a whim, unlike her sister she’s a master procrastinator and doesn’t enjoy planning things at all. She loves taking things as they go, and living life in the present not the future; living everyday like it was her last…well…without the gloomy effect of it. Her respect for adults and people older than she, is a trait often exemplified and noted on, but it comes from parents who taught her so, but she’s got a mean bite when she’s provoked and once her respect is lost, she doesn’t try very hard to help gain it back. As with her trust, it’s a trait she shares with her sister. She trusts easily, but doesn’t let anyone take it for granted, once trust is loss you can rarely gain it back – which is partly opposite of Kristen. She likes to protect the helpless, and often flocks to save people being bullied or manipulated. She’s strong-willed and doesn’t let people step all over her or over people who cannot defend themselves. Rarely, if ever, she’ll back down from someone, only if and when she feels she’s in immediate danger.
She’s extremely adventurous in most things she does, often embarking on random walks, not knowing where she’s headed, but heading that way anyway, or trying something completely out of perspective with a piece of work she’s doing in hopes that it’ll turn out okay. Her optimistic outlook on life and most things often draws people into her, as well as her sense of humor. Usually she can find humor in any and everything and can often be seen laughing and smiling. Though she also has a cool demeanor about her, she likes calm atmospheres and often unwillingly adapts to atmospheres she finds herself in. She’s a social chameleon in the sense that she can hang with any and everyone and not feel awkward in the slightest. Her impulsive nature often gets her into trouble, so she’s learned to control it, though her spontaneity has always been described as a good thing. Even if it gets her into jiffies. Often she zones out as if lost in her head, but mostly she’s making a scene of something said or something that has happened; it’s always funny in a way. Ohhhh she’s extremely stubborn, when she’s right she’s right and everyone who disagrees is wrong, though usually she doesn’t allow that to get in the way of things. People describe her as warm and kindhearted, though no one should be fooled into mistaking that for a weakness
Like most people she likes animals, but often takes a cautious approach to them for fear of being attacked. . Things that she isn’t experienced in are sexual things, she doesn’t always find the time for new experiences in that department, nor does she think loose women should be as appealing as they are. She likes to consider herself a challenge, and it helps that she’s never had sex before, though there’s nothing really stopping her other than her religion – which she isn’t too serious about, but goes along with it for the avoidance of argument – and the fact that guys are douche bags. Speaking of which, she only dates women, though her parents don’t know, neither does her sister – it just hasn’t come up. She’s also very secretive, and she’s a very private person.
APPEARANCE
A trait that is within all of the women in her family, Jillian has long, full, lustrous, dark hair that usually falls past her shoulders. It’s a big rarity that she cuts it lower than her shoulders, and when she does it’s usually in the summer and grows back just as quickly as it was chopped off. She usually wears it elegantly down her back; usually with deep waves inset naturally, though she tends to straighten it when she wants a change. It’s also very rare that you’ll ever see it pulled back, even though it tends to fall into her face and annoy her – the only exception to that is for art class and even then she only puts it half-up and half-down. Just like her sister, she has naturally long eyelashes. Another trait that has been passed down generations is her extremely dark chocolate, almost black irises. Their depths seem to have no end, and despite the widespread trait, it’s still quite easy to get lost in the almond-shaped beauties. But even the darkness can’t contrast the brightness that’s always radiating in her eyes; so full of light and enthusiasm. They’re like mirrors and open books, if there’s one way to see how she’s feeling, it’s the most prominent way. When she’s sad, her eyes reflect enough sorrow to drown someone in, when she’s happy her eyes mirror enough contentment to fill a room. But almost always her eyes are twinkling, with loads of emotions and such. Glee, mischievousness amusement, sarcasm, etc… Which is what makes her a horrible liar.
Her thin, pouty lips are features that Jillian despises but she always knows how to color them to make them appear, more full. Though, they’re not as thin as she claims them to be, she plays them up with lightly tinted lip gloss, usually a tone off from their natural color. What’s funny is that along with her eyes, it’s a subtle way to understand how she’s feeling. When she’s nervous, she bites them, and tugs them lightly with her fingers. When she’s sad they’re hitched in a frown, angry they may twitch a bit; when she’s concentrating, they’re usually pursed or her tongue pokes out the corner of her mouth. When she’s in a playful mood, they’re usually puckered or in a smile.
Graced with smooth, golden brown skin from her mother, it’s often the first thing people notice. It’s part of the reason she’s so striking as a person before personality is discovered. It’s soft, even and very light. On her face, however she often uses a bit of blush just to enhance the features of her face, along with eyeliner, eyeshadow and mascara at times – sparingly. Usually she doesn’t care enough to apply it because the only thing she enjoys applying color to be a blank canvas. Makeup tends to take too long, mainly because she doesn’t exactly know how apply anything but eyeliner. According to Jillian, her legs are her best features, because though she stands at 5’4’’ inches, they make her appear taller when she’s wearing shorts or skirts. And are silky smooth to the touch.
Speaking of clothing, her sense of style is very casual and cool. She likes jeans and t-shirts just as much as the next person and it’s the usual thing you’ll see her walking around in. Mainly because her sister would kill her if she got any paint or smudges on any of the clothes she’d purchased for Jillian, and two because that’s what she feels most comfortable in. She likes her denim, very much so. And though she likes to dress nice, she does walk around with t-shirts and bottoms doused in paint splatters. As are her shoes, at least an old pair of converse she has yet to get rid of; they’re her favorites. Even though they’re a bit tattered and frayed, she still loves them. She prefers flats and converse, but even still she enjoys her heels. Not too big on accessories, she often only dons a pair of earrings and her leather cuff that she’s become accustomed to wearing.
HISTORY
Born on the evening of October 2nd to loving parents Daniel and Carmen, Jillian Shae Cabell, is the youngest child born of the two. As a sort of tradition with her mother, the unborn Jillian was also exposed to music while still inside of her mother’s tummy. Classical music and piano just as she did with her sister. It would shape her life as she grew older. Though her mother was very careful still with her unborn child, the fear of damaging her baby had passed as she grew into her mothering role. She didn’t exactly take the extra care she did with Kristen, but she still took enough care to keep her baby safe from injury. Just like her older sister, Jill was very intelligent, though she was never good enough to pass into the types of schools Kristen was placed in. So for the majority of her life, Jillian was placed in private schools. Moving at Kristen’s will, whenever she moved up too many levels to stay in the same school. Whenever it was absolutely necessary for her to switch schools. It wasn’t until she got into her last year of middle school where she decided and convinced her parents that she was ready for public school.
For a while, she envied her sister. Thought that Kristen thought she was better than Jillian. She craved the attention her parents gave to Kristen, jealous of her ability to capture it like Jillian never could, no matter how many straight A report cards she brought home. Kristen always did better. It’s where her need for competition began. Especially when Kristen went off to Gordon Parks’ Academy, one of the toughest schools to gain entrance to. What made Jillian so angry about it was that Kristen had found a niche, different from what she’d been taught by their parents, and they still held pride for their daughter, a pride that Jillian had never truly seen in regards to herself. It was a jealousy she wouldn’t shake until her older sister sat her down and talked to her one-on-one. Though she kept the edge of competitiveness she held with Kristen, it was the first time she’d fully embraced her sister and honestly felt the love her sister held for her. And they’ve been close ever since. And she vowed that she’d get herself into that same school if it killed her.
Her love for art came in her last year of middle school and her first year of high school. She’d began drawing small doodles, ones that hadn’t meant much to Jillian at first, until someone pointed out how great they were. And even then she still thought they were just being nice. It wasn’t until her parents noticed her gift that she took it seriously, after she’d drawn an almost perfect picture resembling Kristen’s bird Pippa one day, bored at home on a weekend. They enrolled her in an art school outside of school, where she improved in her skills in different types of art, using different medians and learning perspective quicker than most of her peers would have. And her art teacher, hearing of the school from a distant niece who’d also considered the Academy but failed to get in, sent an application for her, even setting up an interview. Jillian, getting news of her date a couple of days before her actual interview, packed quickly and flew to Kansas City with her art teacher.
During her interview, she was extremely nervous and may have made a few slip-ups, but even she thought she did great for the nerves that had been coursing through her. And weeks later, when she got her acceptance letter – right before her vacation with her parents – letting her know she was one of the few students accepted after the start of term and asked to start schooling after Christmas break, she knew that she’d done amazing. Her parents were so proud of her, as was her elder sister. And she’d finally accomplished one of her competitions with her sister, only many more to come as she made her way to join her at the fine arts academy.
ROLE PLAYING SAMPLE
Huffing inaudibly as she marched around her painting, Jillian glared at the offending piece of art. Her hand – dotted with fresh paint might I add – flew in a frenzy through her dark hair, gripping it and highlighting it in greens and oranges. The shirt she used as a smock was covered in paint, as were her arms. Smudges from paint on the back of her hands ran along her face. Pursing her lips as she stared at the painting, her eyebrows knitted as she crossed her arms over her chest annoyed with the outcome of her work. There was something missing, that she just couldn’t pinpoint. Looking at it over and over again from different angles hadn’t helped her this time, and she was at a loss for what the hell she should do. Dropping the brush in her hands, watching as it fell to the floor and splattered red paint all over her shoes and jumping a bit; her eyes and mouth instinctively closed as specks of wayward paint splattered across her face.
As she ran the back of her hand along her lips to rid them of the paint, her arm flung away by mistake and hit the easel she’d been working on, and she dived for it before it could hit the floor. But she missed it by inches and cried out as the canvas hit the floor. “Goddamn it!” she screamed, thankful that she wasn’t actually in class rather than working on her own time. When she looked down at the painting however, the impact that the canvas made against the floor caused the paint to shift in frenzied lines all along the image, and getting rid of any of the excess paint she’d left on the board. A small smile began forming on her lips, before twitching back into the frown only to form again. Staring at the painting as her head fell to the left, only to ponder herself to the right, she decided that she liked it better than what she’d originally had. That it was missing that element of surprise that she’d never felt before. Maybe because she’d never accidentally dropped a painting before, but even so it was refreshing. Squeeing lightly, she couldn’t resist hugging the painting to her chest. When the realization of what she’d done set in, the frown began to set slowly back in. And in her visually stimulant mind she saw herself dropping onto her knees on a movie set, screaming out the word “NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” as if her object of affection throughout the entire movie had just gotten shot in the chest – only to live so they could fall madly in love and kiss passionately in the midst of a gunfight.
The whimper fell from her lips as she pulled the painting slowly off of her body, sobbing a bit at the sound it made. She cringed as she saw the crap she’d made before dropping it on the floor and getting on her knees only to shove her hands angrily onto the canvas, smudging the paint in a childlike manner before gripping her hair angrily – obviously forgetting that she had paint on her hands. She stood up abruptly, grabbing the offending piece of art…or crap… and dropping it again. “Work damn it! Work!” she huffed, watching as nothing happened. The paint was already drying and all the excess had been dropped off before on the last accident. Kicking it feebly, she sighed as she figured she’d screwed up her artwork; she placed it back on the easel and grabbed black paint. Drawing a small stick figure body, and a large circle atop it, she drew a sad face pulling away and nodding as if it were the most innovative piece of art she’d ever seen. “Perfect.” She laughed, before setting it to dry and cleaning up her mess.
After spotting herself in the mirror, she began laughing at herself. For some odd reason she saw herself on one of those corny, kid reality shows on Nickelodeon. Working aimlessly to tidy up her hair, she gave up, turned the lights out in the art room and headed off to take a long needed shower.
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