Luna walks out from her room and quickly walks down the steps, her black military boots thumping on them. Her bag whacks against her thigh, her pencils clinked together against the hardback drawing book. She adjusted her black retro sunglasses to hide her molten gold eyes as a smile slowly grows on her face. Black charcoal smudges graced her pale white hands and her bare legs as her shorts stood out from them as well. She feels her bag slip down her shoulder so she adjusts that and ruffles her brown wavy hair. She stops at the bottom of the stairs and looks around, seeing no one and heads for the door for a day out of drawing. She slowly walks to the door with a hand holding onto her leather jacket.