Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2013 15:21:20 GMT -6
[/size]artemis hadn't been at this asylum long, but long enough to find a therapist that doesn't think she's completely insane. but now she was able to at least get out of the building, that was the only thing that was currently driving her insane. she went through her clothes, and changed into some clean ones and out of her old ones, of course, that was after she took a shower. she ran a hand through her pink shoulder length hair and let out a low sigh. she was going to have to do something today that lifted her up, so she walked out of her room and went to the "coloring room" and asked for supplies, so she could draw outside and they allowed it.
she put the supplies in a bag along with a sketch book. turning on her heels, she walked through the halls, easily find the door and exited the building with ease. she glanced around, seeing some of the patients walking around and enjoying the air to doing so much as physical activity. she playfully rolled her eyes at that, she never understood why someone would play something that caused them to sweat and rub up against each other, if they weren't naked and having sexual relations.
she looked around a bit more, before taking steps towards the people were less likely to bother her. she sat down on an old looking bench, pulling out her sketch book out of her bag and pulled out the drawing utensils, placing them carefully beside her while looking down at the weathered down cement seat, she happened to be seating on. her eyes were now surveying the land looking for something to strike her attention, nothing. so she was going to start drawing what she felt like newport looked like since she didn't see it, but that didn't mean she didn't add a few zombies in there. she was always slightly hoping that the zombie apocalypse would happen and eat almost everyone, especially her stepfather.
she was almost done, but her pencil broke and a gush of wind blew through and knocked all the other pencils to the ground. "fucking hell." she said, under her breathe, leaning over and started picking them up. this could not be happening, and yet bad things happen to her. she was still alive now because she didn't attempt good enough the first couple of times before her mother even reached out and grabbed the first man that made "promises". she hated that man, and she tends to want to avoid men. period.