Rolling up his jeans, slipping off his socks, puling of his Converses, Adrian slowly dipped his feet into the Creek. He sat on a giant rock by the waterside, and pulled his notepad from his back pocket, making sure no one else was around. Most people this time of day would be at training, but he didn't care for it. He'd had enough training from being alone on the streets for 6 years, even though the counselors say he can never get enough training in. Ugh, the people here. He wanted to make friends, really, but...he just couldn't. His past and his nightmares were holding him back. That, and the lack of social experience.
Flipping to a blank page, Adrian started sketching the landscape and sunset on the other side of the Creek. He looked up occasionally, doing most of it from memory. His pencil swiftly left marks on the page, forming a complete design. The day was a beautiful one, and he would try to stay up for as long as possible, to avoid sleeping. He shook his head, knowing it would happen anyways. Gods, he hated the Gods.