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Here is the reference picture to the painting on the wall. +5
Even more than a compulsive drinker, Talitha was a devout writer, artist, secret musician, an admirer of the aesthetic, and everything and anything that was of abstract nature. Whether it was her perception that was hardwired to be abstract, those artistic means were the only elements that completely saved her sanity from decaying away so soon. The deterioration of her liver had (unfortunately for her health's sake) been taking the worst treatment. No means of detoxification to be found anytime soon, there was no other liquid on this hell forsaken continent that could bring her out of her consistent up and down state of dementia. Alcohol was more precious than water. Sure, the benefits of water hydrated and washed your system from soil and sin, but didn't have the psychological effect of surpassing to another conscious and physical realm. Alcohol had temperaments too, just like everyone had personalities. Different brands were like different souls; each had their bitterness, depressiveness, giddiness, confidence.
The flask was on empty, and what had been left was not enough for her increasing tolerance of alcohol to even give the slightest effect to. This was a disappointing realization, though during this late afternoon the hybrid found herself wandering the vacant halls of the Mansion. Taking residence in a room that was located in the guest house around the back rather than in one of the larger rooms in the mansion itself, it was undecided whether it was going to be a temporary stay there, or maybe she would grow lonely and long for some company and connection with those residents in the main Mansion. The guest house was peaceful, quiet, less littered with wandering footsteps and creaking after midnight, but there was also a certain allure about the Mansion itself that Talitha couldn't shy away from exploring.
Twirling her pencil in her fingers, her other hand carried her journal stamped with the emblem of the Chaos Star upon the cover as she wandered down a particular hall on the second floor. Talitha was instantly captivated by some of the abstract art that lasted through the centuries from the previous owner, and there was a particular canvas that caught her eye. It was a woman human, with an interesting layout of tribal tattoos sprawled across her back, and a silken wrap loosely encased around her legs. It revealed a curvy backside and hips, and for a moment Talitha simply stood to admire the artist's specific talent with this picture. Even though the blond woman's face was not entirely revealed, she seemed attractive enough. Instantly flipping her journal open with an effortless flick of her thumb, she paged to an empty entry to where she began tracing the fine outlines of the revealing woman in the painting. The intricate patterns of the markings upon her were very detailed and a challenge to draw, but Talitha held confidence that the rest of the woman's makeup would be easy, and so began to draw away a duplicate of the painting in her personal journal.
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