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Tabitha

Tabitha sat on a stool she had carried, along with her sketch pad, looking quite strange, she thought, walking down the street in her tie dyed skirt and top, a bright purple backpack over her shoulder and her pink hair flowing behind her slightly. She didn't particularly care, as she sat with her pad in her lap, pencils beside her, merely drawing what she saw, trying to keep her mind clear. She had needed to get out of her place, not angry at her father, but just...sad. She didn't even really know what she was drawing, dark hues almost like a black and white picture. Tabitha was well aware that her artwork was eccentric and that many people wouldn't understand it, but Tabitha did her artwork to feel free. 

She sighed as she drew, humming to herself. She was...unsettled. And she didn't like it. Tabitha preferred to be happy, more then anything else and lately she didn't feel happy. Bowing her head over her sketch pad, Tabitha studied what she had drawn.While people had been moving about, she had chosen the ones that interested her the most, committing them to memory and drawing them into the piece, but the main feature was the park itself as she sat there on her stool contemplating things. 

She lifted her head, checking some things, before adding a few more details. Tabitha was well aware that she was a strange individual, but she liked who she was, even if no one else did. Humming to herself, Tabitha leaned back after a moment, satisfied with what she had drawn, she began to fill in more details, calming herself with it, letting her mind go blank and loving it. Without meaning to, Tabitha began to sing softly under her breath. 

Her bright majenta hair flowed softly in the slight wind. Her small frame and height made her seem child-like and she knew that her personality didn't help at times, but Tabitha liked her pixie like appearance, and even if she got asked for ID everytime she went to a bar, or the movies, or into any place that you had to be legal for, she wouldn't trade it for the world. She looked over her drawing again, and adding a little bit more detail, she leaned back, satisfied. Yes. That was perfect. She studied the people she had drawn, studying the different shapes, angles, styles of people. She smiled to herself, and flipped the page, studing the people around her, and choosing someone she thought looked interesting, before starting to draw them.
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