Sanbox Post
Eden dressed quietly - she knows how to do it from long experience. She snuck out - she knows the creaky spots on the floor. It's one of the first things she found out. She was looking for distractions. She needed them so badly, once upon a time. For obvious You know what won't hurt me, Eden reasons.
Mohinder needs his sleep. He's doing so much lately (so much of it dangerous). That's the reason for all the secrecy. Well, one of the reasons.
Now she's hidden away in a booth. She has two large glasses of water with brushes sticking out. A sponge. Some paper towel. Some paints. A pencil. A big piece of water-colour paper. A post-card rests against a glass, facing her.
She's currently sketching what's on the card. Judging from her frown, it isn't going as well as she'd hoped.
Mohinder needs his sleep. He's doing so much lately (so much of it dangerous). That's the reason for all the secrecy. Well, one of the reasons.
Now she's hidden away in a booth. She has two large glasses of water with brushes sticking out. A sponge. Some paper towel. Some paints. A pencil. A big piece of water-colour paper. A post-card rests against a glass, facing her.
She's currently sketching what's on the card. Judging from her frown, it isn't going as well as she'd hoped.