Oct 13, 2010 15:32
[Mun knows it hasn't been very long since her introduction, but this Yellow started poking her. Anyway, there's a certain cliff over the ocean, it's occupied today. Yellow is sitting on the edge, legs dangling over the edge of the cliff. She's staring out at the horizon, without blinking, her eyes distant as though not really seeing what she's looking at. Her sketchbook is on her lap, a pencil in her hand. It looks as though she started a drawing of a person, but there are only rough guiding lines on the paper shaping out a head, shoulders, a grin, and something that might be explosive bangs.
This particular Yellow herself is one that most people on the island don't realize exists. She's easy enough to miss. As Yellows go, she's tiny. She's no shorter than most others, but she weighs far, far less than she should. She's pretty much a skeleton. She's pale, to boot.
As she stares out at the sea, the Dratini next to her seems to be trying to get her attention. It's urging her to take the Rawst Berry it's holding, but she isn't responding. She just stares at the sea. If you can see her face, you might notice a tear roll sedately down her pale, pale cheek. If you're one of those people who can pick up on the mood of something... You'll notice that this whole scene is incredibly, overpoweringly lonely.
Do as you will.]
talk to me,
user: fight_the_phire,
i don't feel like dancing