B E F O R E_Y O U_R E A D:
All authorship ( the text, idea, words ) belong to the original founder: ~xdeadpan
I ONLY illustrate her story. Nothing more.
(I hope that the author won't be against)
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"You know, your coffee is done.”

Claire looked up, and saw Leon standing in the hallway. She gave him a friendly smile and watched him walk into the kitchen. He was dressed lazily—jeans and a green shirt—but at least he looked better than she did. She also noted his hair was wet, which meant he just finished taking a shower. Hopping off the counter, she poured herself a cup of coffee in a mug that read “Life’s a Beach”in bold red letters. It had to be the lamest message ever printed on a mug, but it belonged to Chris, and everyone knew Chris was pretty lame himself.

“Why are you up so early?” he asked, reaching into the cabinet and grabbing a mug for himself.

Claire shrugged. “Insomnia, I guess.”

Leon nodded and poured his coffee. “Jill and your brother keep you up all night?”

She scoffed and shoved Leon playfully in the side. “Don’t give me visuals,” she ordered with a grin. “So, why are you up so early?”

“I went for a run an hour ago. I hope I wasn’t one who woke you." ©
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*INFORMATION:*
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-Text- - The text a describing internal monologue of heroes or a narration of history
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The third page of the story. Actually there was many moments with these characters, but I could not think up how to represent them, except for this. Again here I like Claire ) I don't know why, but I represent her sad and pessimistic ) Probably read these fanfic the mood was transferred on me, or maybe it 'cause I very tired now. I hope that further I can draw more moments )
Enjoy!
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Третья страница рассказа. На самом деле моментов было много с этими персонажами, но я не смогла придумать как их изобразить, кроме вот этого. Опять здесь мне нравится Клэр ) Не знаю почему, но я изображаю ее какой-то грустной и пессимистичной ) Наверное прочитав фанфик это настроение передалось мне, а может быть из-за того, что я сама сейчас очень уставшая. Надеюсь что дальше я смогу нарисовать больше моментов )
Наслаждайтесь!

Credits:
Use pencil, the black handle, colored in Photoshop CS
The story belong to the original founder ~xdeadpan ©
All right belong ~xdeadpan ©
Fanfic - The Same Poisoned Tree: [link]
Art by me ©