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βββββββββββββββββββββββββββThough it was getting late the sun still peeked from behind clouds, hues of fuchsia and cornflower filled almost every last inch of the sky, causing Lillianna to buzz with enthusiasm. She was in the park sitting on a stool, that she had brought from her apartment, along with an aisle, a canvas, and acrylic paint. She was one of
those people. The kind that just went to the park and just painted, didn't speak to anyone or anything except their painting.
Even on a night like tonight the park managed to be busy, people hustled down the side walks while others took their time. Ever so often someone would pump into the small blondes aisle, resulting in it to shake. The painting would go one way while her brushed would go another, causing the painting to be "ruined", at least some would see it that way. To Lil art was a fluid life form, something that could never have error, never. She'd simply just smudge the
mistakes with her right thumb to make it blend with the rest of the colors.
"What are you painting ma'am?" For the first time in hours she pulled her gaze away from the canvas and turned direction to the small voice she had heard.
"Well, I don't actually know," giggling softly she looked back at the painting and cocked her head to one side,
"sometimes I just let the brush take control." More than anything the kid seemed confused, but he smiled, shrugged his shoulders, and skipped away.
Cute kid.Breathing in deeply she decided her
painting was just and good in all was and was now completely.
Good thing I completed it now. Looking down at her watch she noticed the time, she really needed to start getting ready for the party. A part of her wanted to stay contently at the park letting her creative side run free, but another part of her was thrilled to bask away the night with her friends. Being the social butterfly she was she needed interaction with others from time to time, talking the night away sounds pleasing to her. Lillianna wasn't sure how many people she's actually know at the party, but she was aware of the fact everyone from her apartment building should definitely be there.
I really need to shower off some of this paint. Lillianna managed to get paint all over her hands, arms, face, and the white dress she was wearing; there was no way she was going to be wearing that to the party anymore. The thing about her was that she always had to be presentable, and this outfit certainly would not do for a social event. Taking out her cell phone she texted her best friend.
I'm not sure if you're occupied or not, but I was hoping we could meet at my apartment to get ready together. I'm slightly covered in paint.After sending the text she collected her things to leave.
As soon as she walked into her apartment door she laid her painting flat on wooden table next to her couch and set the aisle against a nearby wall. She then walked into her bedroom and put her paint away in her dresser. Even though Lillianna shared her floor with another being she refused to have the apartment ever look bad. She decorated, she cleaned, but of course she allowed her
roommate to put their spin on the style as well. All in all Lillianna did everything she could to make it as homie as possible as well as not make it all about her. If she weren't sharing she's probably have more paintings, sculptures, just make the apartment one big art piece.
After everything was away and tidy she made her away into the bathroom. Stripping out of her clothes she stepped into the shower and began rinsing the paint from her body.