Post by Roxana Strix on Mar 15, 2015 22:03:28 GMT -6
Roxana was well aware of everyone that was on this trip, those that were a part of the school, and even those who were just 'working' for the school in terms of running the ship. She knew all of the names and a little bit of information. She had to know all of what she did in order for her targets to be safe. That was the norm; however she had been given approval to not worry about them. To not even think about them at all, but that was easier said than done. If it had been given to her as an order she figured she could have followed it better, but it had not.
So instead she did things out of habit and then would force herself to do something that didn't involve her work. Like at the very moment she had gone off to one of the many lounges on the ship, tucked away inside, and relaxing on a very comfortable chair as she sketched in her sketch book. The sketching was one that she felt fit their location and her own inner turmoil. The image of a hand that was breaching raging water, reaching up for anything. It was pretty dark considering that meant the person was drowning and doing everything in their power to claw for the surface.
She didn't sketch the body however, just the hand with a little bit of the arm reaching out of the raging sea. It was perfect for the setting and her state of mind and possibly emotions, in her opinion. It was also something that was for herself and didn't have to deal with work, keeping her attention except for the times when she was periodically look up and around the room to see who was in there. It was only when she spotted Felix walk into the room that she closed up her sketch book and started to gather her things to get up and leave.
The only problem was that the way Felix had come in was the only way out of the room. She had never actually talked to the boy before, and that was by choice. Now she just proceeded towards the door, figuring he was not here for her anyways. She would have to walk past him, but perhaps he would not notice her. That was her hope.
So instead she did things out of habit and then would force herself to do something that didn't involve her work. Like at the very moment she had gone off to one of the many lounges on the ship, tucked away inside, and relaxing on a very comfortable chair as she sketched in her sketch book. The sketching was one that she felt fit their location and her own inner turmoil. The image of a hand that was breaching raging water, reaching up for anything. It was pretty dark considering that meant the person was drowning and doing everything in their power to claw for the surface.
She didn't sketch the body however, just the hand with a little bit of the arm reaching out of the raging sea. It was perfect for the setting and her state of mind and possibly emotions, in her opinion. It was also something that was for herself and didn't have to deal with work, keeping her attention except for the times when she was periodically look up and around the room to see who was in there. It was only when she spotted Felix walk into the room that she closed up her sketch book and started to gather her things to get up and leave.
The only problem was that the way Felix had come in was the only way out of the room. She had never actually talked to the boy before, and that was by choice. Now she just proceeded towards the door, figuring he was not here for her anyways. She would have to walk past him, but perhaps he would not notice her. That was her hope.
((Tag:Felix Nicholas))