Gotta Love It (Shendeth)

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Vancouver was done for the day. Her chores were done, the costumes were sewn together, and her sister was finally taking her nap. Vee was glad to be sitting by the campfire with her sketchpad as she continued off a sketch from earlier in the week. The sketchbook was filled with different drawings of the camp. Tents, the Freaks, the different scenery, even a few sketches of the shows. This week’s project was the campfire, because Vee hadn’t done a sketch of it yet and also because it was a great place to be alone when everyone else was working.

Charcoal smudged her hands and a few oil pastels were on either side of her, and blonde curls created a curtain that surrounded her face and her sketchpad. Blue-gray eyes shot up every so often to catch a new glimpse of what she hadn’t quite caught on her sketchpad yet, and then they would shoot back to the pad to make sure what she had drawn matched what her mind had just seen.

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this post was made for Shendeth and it's a lovely 173 words. Vancouver is wearing this and the lyrics are from when it rains by paramore and the template's by emma from ach.

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[Shendeth Evans]

Having nothing else to do, Shendeth walked towards the campfire. Most of the Cirque members were still working but they'd begin to congregate there as they finished. For the moment he was done with his chores. The half-vampaneze didn't have an act in the show yet and no particular talents otherwise, so he was one of those helpers who just did whatever random chores needed to be done that nobody else was doing.

The camp center was deserted except for a girl sitting at the campfire with her back to him. He caught the scent of the vampires that he was learning to recognize, ugh, but wasn't in the mood to care about that. Walking closer he recognized her as being a costume designer. Shendeth had been with the Cirque for six months so he was getting to know who the people there were but hadn't really talked to a lot of them. He didn't want to interrupt her if she was trying to concentrate, but hey, he was bored and there was nobody else around.

"Hey." he called out a greeting. He wasn't a really friendly person but he didn't try to sound unfriendly either. Looking over her shoulder he saw the drawing. "Your drawing's really good." he didn't know what else to say. Shendeth wasn't much of an artist himself. Walking around the side, he sat down at the campfire opposite her and looked into the flames, waiting for her reaction.

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“Mmm? Oh, thanks.” She wasn’t really expecting to make a response at all, but it was easier to ignore people when other people were around so they could go talk to someone different. Plus it was easier to play it off like she was distracted when there were other people around. Not that she liked being rude, but she wasn’t really a people person. “So, uh, what’s up?” There, that just proved it. Vancouver wasn’t a people person, and she couldn’t start a conversation if it meant it could save her life. She sighed and closed her sketchpad, not really wanting to continue her drawing, and looked up at the boy. She’d seen him around the camp, often doing odd jobs like she would when she had nothing else to do.

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this post was made for Sheddeth and it's a lovely 131 words. Vancouver is wearing this and the lyrics are from when it rains by paramore and the template's by emma from ach.

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[Shendeth Evans]

The girl looked like she was distracted, but he didn't take much notice of it. He couldn't go talk to someone else because they were the only ones there, but not talking very much at the moment was fine too. If she thought he was a people person and would be able to start a conversation then she was going to be disappointed. Shendeth shared her lack of those abilities most of the time. He didn't know what to say to her when she was focused on drawing, so he didn't.

The half-vampaneze shrugged. "The sky." Maybe it was overused but as a default he always said that. Heh. They all lived at the Cirque, nothing new worth telling someone about had happened to him recently. At least she closed her sketchpad, though that didn't do anything to make it less awkward.