Well, Helloooo There...Oh? Oh! (Shana)

Although there was a chill in the air, Mat was grateful that the sun had decided to show its face today. Even though he generally preferred being awake during the night, a clear sunny day was always likely to put him in a cheerful mood. And luckily for him, it often meant the same for others. Which is why he had decided to set up shop today, in some park that he had found and slept in several weeks earlier. He sighed to himself, realising he still had no idea what most places he had been to were called. Sure, he vaguely knew how to return to a place once he had been there, but he knew nothing about what those places were, or anything about them for that matter.

One of these days, he would buy himself a city guide.

Sitting on the grass beside a jogging path, Mat stretched his arms above his head, yawned, and leant back against the trunk of the tree behind him. His lack of sleep was beginning to catch up with him, as it always did. He was sleeping better these days, compared to when he first arrived. But it was still miles worse than when he was living in the commune in Melbourne. He reached for his caffeine pills and took two.

A blanket he had acquired was laid out beside him, displaying his latest batch of sculptures. As he looked down at them, with pride of course, he couldn't help but wonder if his self-inflicted insomnia hadn't finally addled his mind. They were impeccable, as usual, but the design choices he had gone with were...well, eclectic was the word that sprang to mind.

A fat man made from brown ceramic. Not just fat, but faaaaaaat, gut hanging out of from the front of his shirt. A horse, standing on it's hind legs like a person, a fedora hat on its head and a cigar clamped between its teeth. That one was made from aluminium. A...something. Mat wasn't entirely sure what that one was meant to be, but it was made from clay. A cheetah, ready to pounce, made from yellow-stained glass, with indentations to indicate spots. Why he had made a cheetah sculpture, he really wasn't sure. And three other random sculptures that made absolutely no sense to him whatsoever.

Man, there was no overriding theme here at all. Just a bunch of random concepts.

Mat gently shook his head and laughed to himself. Oh well, art was art. And if it sold then it will have served it's purpose. Resting his head against the tree, Mat kept his eyes out for any approaching bodies. He spotted a woman in the distance, with a head of luscious blue hair. She seemed to be making her way over to where he was sitting. A grin grew on his face, and he jumped to his feet, flattening his hair with his hand.

Today might just be his lucky day.