SquishyFishez
Ethan had been at half-blood hill a little too long. The amount of time one person could sit underneath a tree and do nothing was absolutely horrible. After about five minutes, sitting down and doing nothing was dreadful and boring. He had finally given up on staying there and had taken a nice little run to his cabin where he got a few supplies then took off to, next to the woods and strawberry field, the most amazing place at camp. The arts and craft center. A grin arose on the demigods face when the art center was in view and he walked a little faster until he had arrived. Setting his things down, he went in search for a few painting materials and a few other things and once finished he took the small poster board that he had brought and set it in front of him, taking a seat. There was plenty of things he could draw with the cluster of supplies in front of him but he had something specific that was stuck inside of his mind that, if he didn't draw then, he would die inside. It was his inspiration at the moment and you never let an inspiration go to waste. Ever. So, with a pencil in hand he began to sketch out the outline of the drawing.
Draw a thin line here, continue downwards. Circular. No, erase. Too oval like. His mind was raising with orders as his hand took control of the pencil. His hand slipped, making a dark line where there shouldn't be. He cursed under his breath then slapped his hand twice: one for messing up and two for cursing. He then began to erase as much as he could until the line faded but didn't completely disappear. "Cover it up." He commanded himself and made the drawing go into the line and make it look like it was supposed to be there. Sighing with relief, he continued until his hand cramped and he had to stop for a moment. The drawing was beginning to look more like an object then sketchy lines on a piece of large paper. That was a very good sign but the drawing was still not good enough.
Once the demigods hand was no longer cramped up he took his pencil in his hand again and began to finish up. Just a few more lines. Just a few more-done! The little voice in his mind said to him and a huge smile grew on his face. The picture was perfect. But only done with the drawing part. There was still the part where he had to add color. Blue, green, purple, red, black, pink, yellow, gray, white, and a few other colors were collected in a pile beside the painting and ready to be used to make the picture come to life a little bit more. The white was mixed in with a few colors to make them lighter and than some of the colors were perfect and needed no change in them. The paint brush was stuck in his hand and there was no way someone was taking it out right then. Painting the picture was always harder then drawing the actual picture because if you messed up with the drawing portion you could always erase but when you were painting and you messed up there was no way to erase it. Stay steady. He added to the list of things he had to do. He had gone from drawing his heart out to going a mile an hour with painting. But it would be worth it.
The moment the drawing was complete he took in a deep breath. Complete. Yet another drawing done and he actually liked it. Most drawings he did he had a problem with because when it came to drawing, painting, sketching, coloring, and anything else with art he was an absolute perfectionist. It wasn't something bad though but most of his really good drawings he ended up not liking because, in his eyes, they weren't good enough. That was something he needed to get better at. Seeing what really was a masterpiece even if it didn't look like it to him. He wasn't really a true artist, though. Just someone who had a really, really amazing drawing skill. He shrugged off everything else and began to clean up his area, like he always did, before picking up the picture and setting it in an area where it couldn't get hurt (like he does with most of his drawings) then walked around for a bit around the courtyard, waiting for the drawing to dry.
Draw a thin line here, continue downwards. Circular. No, erase. Too oval like. His mind was raising with orders as his hand took control of the pencil. His hand slipped, making a dark line where there shouldn't be. He cursed under his breath then slapped his hand twice: one for messing up and two for cursing. He then began to erase as much as he could until the line faded but didn't completely disappear. "Cover it up." He commanded himself and made the drawing go into the line and make it look like it was supposed to be there. Sighing with relief, he continued until his hand cramped and he had to stop for a moment. The drawing was beginning to look more like an object then sketchy lines on a piece of large paper. That was a very good sign but the drawing was still not good enough.
Once the demigods hand was no longer cramped up he took his pencil in his hand again and began to finish up. Just a few more lines. Just a few more-done! The little voice in his mind said to him and a huge smile grew on his face. The picture was perfect. But only done with the drawing part. There was still the part where he had to add color. Blue, green, purple, red, black, pink, yellow, gray, white, and a few other colors were collected in a pile beside the painting and ready to be used to make the picture come to life a little bit more. The white was mixed in with a few colors to make them lighter and than some of the colors were perfect and needed no change in them. The paint brush was stuck in his hand and there was no way someone was taking it out right then. Painting the picture was always harder then drawing the actual picture because if you messed up with the drawing portion you could always erase but when you were painting and you messed up there was no way to erase it. Stay steady. He added to the list of things he had to do. He had gone from drawing his heart out to going a mile an hour with painting. But it would be worth it.
The moment the drawing was complete he took in a deep breath. Complete. Yet another drawing done and he actually liked it. Most drawings he did he had a problem with because when it came to drawing, painting, sketching, coloring, and anything else with art he was an absolute perfectionist. It wasn't something bad though but most of his really good drawings he ended up not liking because, in his eyes, they weren't good enough. That was something he needed to get better at. Seeing what really was a masterpiece even if it didn't look like it to him. He wasn't really a true artist, though. Just someone who had a really, really amazing drawing skill. He shrugged off everything else and began to clean up his area, like he always did, before picking up the picture and setting it in an area where it couldn't get hurt (like he does with most of his drawings) then walked around for a bit around the courtyard, waiting for the drawing to dry.
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Example A of how I don't use that much dialogue with lengthy posts. ONCE in that post did he speak and it was THREE WORDS. Yeah this wasn't exactly posted a day ago but it's still proof that I don't use that much dialogue.
Yes I do know this is kind of stupid trying to prove I'm right but I don't care anymore. I'm tired of Loda being right all the time T.T
