Her memories had been being dredged up too often for her comfort in the past few days. Her fix? Way, way, way too much sugar for somebody as small as her. Sugar, and caffeine. A lot of it. Too much. She could almost hear her ears ringing, and any more sugar, and she would have been shaking. But, as it were, she was just totally high on sugar. In her sugar high, she decided that she was going to go paint the ceiling of the hospital wing. It was too dull. So, first, she snuck out to the gardener's shed, using her telekinesis to unlock the door, pulled out a can of black paint, a can of green paint, a can of pink paint, and a can of orange paint. Not to mention four brushes.
Then, she went to the hospital wing in the dead of night, and began her work. She stood in the center of the room, looking up, focusing all of her sugar high energy into controlling four different brushes, with four different colors, at the same time. The brushes moved indepentantly, intertwining, moving in swirls, making a very pretty, very artistic design in the center of the ceiling, slowly but surely branching out.
Lex's short, red streaked hair was pulled up into a short ponytail, barely even brushing the nape of her neck. She was still in her pj's, a black hoodie, and bright green fleece pj pants, followed by a pair of fuzzy black slippers. There were dried tracks down her cheeks, saying that she'd cried recently, though how she was giggling and grinning, nobody would have guessed it.
Then, she went to the hospital wing in the dead of night, and began her work. She stood in the center of the room, looking up, focusing all of her sugar high energy into controlling four different brushes, with four different colors, at the same time. The brushes moved indepentantly, intertwining, moving in swirls, making a very pretty, very artistic design in the center of the ceiling, slowly but surely branching out.
Lex's short, red streaked hair was pulled up into a short ponytail, barely even brushing the nape of her neck. She was still in her pj's, a black hoodie, and bright green fleece pj pants, followed by a pair of fuzzy black slippers. There were dried tracks down her cheeks, saying that she'd cried recently, though how she was giggling and grinning, nobody would have guessed it.