White gave a satisified sigh as she found a rather secluded place to set up her canvas and easel, as her room (Her half anyway) was much too small to set up the full thing. A large piece of paper was placed under her feet to catch falling paint splatters and a box with all her oil paints was next to her. While she would be doing water color, White felt as if today was special enough to use the oils.
"Now," she said, "time to find a scene to paint." Her eyes scanned across the lounge room, taking in the walking exorcists, researchers, and finders. Her pencil tapped lightly against the canvas, her mind working and rolling thoughts around.
Keep thinking like that and then there'll be too much clutter for me to stay put, Grey said jokingly. Don't want me to come out while you're in the middle of painting and ruin it, do ya?
"I suppose," White said, her pencil starting the rough sketch in which she would paint. Hopefully, beyond all hopes, people could leave her alone enough...
Knowing your luck, most likely not, Grey said.
