w.h.a.t am I supposed to d o// {{OPEN}}

Anubis laid his vibrant blue eyes upon the beach, finding green glass next to a starfish that had washed up seconds before. I should totally sketch that… he thought, as he stared at it for a moment, wondering if he should. He pondered it for a moment and then decided not to; he just didn’t have the muse for it. Walking past it as the ocean curled around his pale feet, he put a hand on the top of his messenger bag and stared out at all of the boats within the waters.

He swore he saw his father on the pier, but didn’t bother to say hello or call his name and wave; his father was a very busy man, and so he had to leave his father to his duties as a fisherman. Anubis smiled as he saw his dog Loki lying on his back on the pier, trying to get attention. The black haired boy slightly rolled his eyes and continued walking on the beach, thinking of what to do. Should I go swimming? That sounds nice today…

He looked down at the ground and thought of what to do. Should he go fishing with his dad? No, his father didn’t need the help. Should he sketch something besides the glass and the starfish? He physically and mentally shook his head no; he just didn’t feel like sitting down and sketching something. Should he go get something to eat? His stomach growled as he thought of the question, and assumed his body was telling him the word “yes”.

He rubbed a hand over his eyes to itch them and looked down just as the crystal blue water prominently covered his feet before retreating, leaving a piece of seaweed wrap around his ankle. Shaking off the little string of green, he continued walking, getting closer and closer to a part of where the sidewalk started to get into town, until he noticed a girl. She had long blonde hair, and decorating and framing her face was a large frown. He looked at her for awhile as she slipped away from his view.

Anubis’s spirit dropped slightly as he examined her face, something he would describe as confused. Confused with a touch of… sadness? And what also happened to be on her pale features? Was that anger? Anubis edged away from the little laps of water that rose around his feet and got closer to the girl, intending to ask what was wrong with her. Ever since he had been bullied, and later managed to save a life, he had always had a soft spot for people who had a look of despair upon their face. This girl would be no exception.


As he slowly but surely walked the way that she was walking, with no recollection of wanting to go eat somewhere, he remembered a time when he had found somebody, a girl, just like the one he was walking towards. She sat on a rock by the beach, tears decorating her tanned face. After awhile of talking to her, the girl admitted that she had intended to kill herself that night. Anubis had prevented it with his persuasive words of caring. After that, he felt like he should try and talk to people after he learned what it was like to make someone better after a rough time.

Tweaking his nose, he walked slowly over to the girl and slowly built up his conversation skills to talk to her. What should I say? I don’t believe I’ve seen someone with this kind of expression on their face before… Mentally, he shrugged his shoulders and walked next to her, staying on her right side. He cleared his throat and questioned her, a level of concern rising within his slightly low voice. “What’s wrong? You look upset.” Good enough, although it’s pretty basic… he thought, as he stood next to her and waited to hear what her problem was.