"...Its still... ugly.." Belt whispered, he slowly ripped a page from his sketchbook: as not to damage the other pages. He took one last look at the sketch, which by anybody else's standards would be amazing, and crumpled it up. He tossed it behind himself and didn't bother watching where it went. Belt instantly started sketching again, this drawing looked a lot like himself only with crying tears of blood. It was sketchy, and looked terribly messy, like vomit they has been sitting in the sun all day. He knew he wasn't alone here, but he would rather be by himself then with everyone else. He wasn't ready, not yet. Being around large crowds scared him greatly.
He clutched his sketchbook in his chest and breathed in and out slowly, and deeply. And then it happened, he started singing. It started off in a low growl, but as he became more comfortable it got louder, almost a yell, and had a deep feel to it. It was a song, he knew and loved, one could say that iut described him in a large way.
"He wears his heart, safety pinned to his backpack: his backpack is all that he knows.
Shot down by strangers, whose glances can cripple the heart and devour the soul.
All alone he turns to stone, while holding his breath half to death.
Terrified of whats inside to save his life he crawls like a worm from a bird, crawls like a worm from a bird."
Instantly he stopped and looked down to his sketchbook, hoping he hadn't attracted any attention. But, they were probably all busy into their own business to bother with him anyways. Belt half smiled and started humming softly, cross-hatching a background for his sketch.
((OOC: Song is his Theme song, The Bird and The Worm by The Used.
Cross-hatching: When lines are placed at an angle to one another, it is called cross-hatching [Art Term].))