Down Time ((very open))

The last few days had been...hectic. In the mornings they crammed a day or two worth of work in four hours and then in the afternoon she and Rachyl had either met with the decorator or been shopping. In the evenings they were unpacking and installing their purchases. Meegan had finally found the man that had done her condo bathroom to come in and bring the master bath into the digital age.

And now she needed some time to herself. She sat on a bench watching the people as the sun began to set. She had ideas on starting a maternity line. She had looked and there didn't seem to be goth maternity wear anywhere. She felt like if a woman wanted to have a baby she should be able to do so in her own personal style. She wanted to split the line, one for her boutiques and another to go alongside the Hot Topic lines.

She had drawn every pregnant woman she'd seen. She needed to study the lines of the pregnant body in order to fit it with the best coth and lines to give the wearer comfort and the Gothic-ah sense of style.

A roaming officer had checked on her, once. She showed him her drawings and her ID and he'd left her alone. She supposed that a woman bundled into a long black coat, with black jeans covered in chains, with a thick black cap over pinkish hair, would look strange as she sat and stared at people then scribbled on a pad. Or she just might look like an artist, some people had no dimension.

She watched as a woman heavy with child walked hand in hand with a man, he seemed happy and frightened as he spoke and put his hand on her belly. Meegan's pencil flew across her paper, trying to capture the profile before it moved on.


(Feel free to join her, she doesn't mind interruption))