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[Shiina Mashiro]

She sat with her back against the wall, paint plastering onto her shirt and grass beginning to stain her jeans. She didn't bother brushing her hair even though she had a brush. She didn't know how, in fact, she was barely dressed. She had an open jacket on and a thin cami that did absolutely nothing, she was practically naked.
Her red amber eyes looked up, devoted nothing, they were blank, showing no emotion whatsoever. She looked homeless, if it wasn't for that big manor behind her, you'd guess she was.
But no, she was fine. Sort of.
Mashiro stood, turning around to look at the side of her house. It was a large mansion, three stories high and large windows to compliment it's size. But on the side of it's white painted walls, was the real sight. A lake, a painting of a cliff overlooking a lake with a sunset. It was absolutely gorgeous, a genius' masterpiece for sure. But, there was no one else besides her.
She was the one who painted it, in just a jacket and cami.
No one knew what went on in the minds of a genius.

[Sakura Kurimu]

Sakura walked down the street in the early morning light. Sure, it was only about 6 30 in the morning, but it was definitely nice. The cold breeze brushes around Kura's shoulders and she blew it away and it changed direction completely. "Ahh," she said, smiling and phasing through the sidewalk until it was up to her elbows. Kura pulled out her arms and pushed herself up, telling herself she was too careless. A girl about 4 years older than her was sitting on the grass leaning against what had to be her house. It was all freshly painted, with a beautiful design on it. Sakura waltzed over, quietly walking through bushes and trash cans to make her route quicker. "Did you paint that yourself?" Kura asked in admiration. Quietly she blew a tunnel of air on the wall to start drying it, to be nice.