02 ; Two worlds, One family
Characters: Jane Porter and the wonderful citizens of Vatheon
Location: A cafe
Time: Early Morning
Style: Whatever floats your figurative boat.
Status: Open!
[She'd pulled an all nighter. More than one, in fact. It wasn't because she was having a problem falling asleep, though. No, she'd been spending the last few days writing down her life so she wouldn't forget it again. She'd also taken the time to write down and draw the few people she'd met while in Vatheon. Since she didn't really want to forget them, either.
Rough sketches of both buildings and people accompanied by brief descriptions, and brief snippets of writing and memories--ones that had seemed more important than the others--Are all scattered across the table. There's no particular order to them. Just a bunch of open notebooks and loose pieces of paper scattered about carelessly.
Jane is slumped across the table, seemingly resting. Her head is rested on one arm, and her eyes are closed. It seems like she was about to take a drink of tea, as her fingers are wrapped lightly around the cups handle.
It's a light rest to be sure, and if you were to approach she'd wake easily enough. Though she should consider taking an actual break, considering this probably isn't a good practice in the long run.]
Location: A cafe
Time: Early Morning
Style: Whatever floats your figurative boat.
Status: Open!
[She'd pulled an all nighter. More than one, in fact. It wasn't because she was having a problem falling asleep, though. No, she'd been spending the last few days writing down her life so she wouldn't forget it again. She'd also taken the time to write down and draw the few people she'd met while in Vatheon. Since she didn't really want to forget them, either.
Rough sketches of both buildings and people accompanied by brief descriptions, and brief snippets of writing and memories--ones that had seemed more important than the others--Are all scattered across the table. There's no particular order to them. Just a bunch of open notebooks and loose pieces of paper scattered about carelessly.
Jane is slumped across the table, seemingly resting. Her head is rested on one arm, and her eyes are closed. It seems like she was about to take a drink of tea, as her fingers are wrapped lightly around the cups handle.
It's a light rest to be sure, and if you were to approach she'd wake easily enough. Though she should consider taking an actual break, considering this probably isn't a good practice in the long run.]