[it's a cheerful, sunny day, which means it's the perfect time to be cooped up in the dustiest section of Locke's library. that seems to be what Salvador thinks, at least, because that's exactly where he is.
a mountain of incredibly old books is surrounding him, blocking everything but the very top of his head from view. the reason for his outing sits front and center, although it's difficult to distinguish it from the other texts - an ancient tome filled with pictographs and a foreign language, every page depicting things more brutal than the next. he'd received it in one of those horrible pulses, and was determined to connect it with something and start making sense of this all.
the amount of time he's spent working is finally beginning to get to him; at the moment Salvador is idly doodling on his notebook paper, gaze unfocused and attention obviously turned inward. the picture he's working on is almost as startling as the contents of the book: a vicious stone jaguar, leaping at an unknown adversary]
b.
[he's not really interested in knick-knacks, but Salvador's walk through the park had brought him through the arts and crafts fair so he figured it couldn't hurt to give it a look. it's harmless and cheerful, something he sorely needs lately.
he's paused in his perusal for the moment, inspecting some Mexican-inspired figurines with a soft smile on his face. a hand wanders up to his face as he does so, softly checking to make sure that none of his concealer has worn off in the bright sun. this may be a pleasant activity, but the last thing Salvador wants is his tattoos being exposed.]
c.
[oooor whatever you want! I'm not picky come tag me 8D]
Salvador Capello | Tzekel-Kan | Road To El Dorado
[it's a cheerful, sunny day, which means it's the perfect time to be cooped up in the dustiest section of Locke's library. that seems to be what Salvador thinks, at least, because that's exactly where he is.
a mountain of incredibly old books is surrounding him, blocking everything but the very top of his head from view. the reason for his outing sits front and center, although it's difficult to distinguish it from the other texts - an ancient tome filled with pictographs and a foreign language, every page depicting things more brutal than the next. he'd received it in one of those horrible pulses, and was determined to connect it with something and start making sense of this all.
the amount of time he's spent working is finally beginning to get to him; at the moment Salvador is idly doodling on his notebook paper, gaze unfocused and attention obviously turned inward. the picture he's working on is almost as startling as the contents of the book: a vicious stone jaguar, leaping at an unknown adversary]
b.
[he's not really interested in knick-knacks, but Salvador's walk through the park had brought him through the arts and crafts fair so he figured it couldn't hurt to give it a look. it's harmless and cheerful, something he sorely needs lately.
he's paused in his perusal for the moment, inspecting some Mexican-inspired figurines with a soft smile on his face. a hand wanders up to his face as he does so, softly checking to make sure that none of his concealer has worn off in the bright sun. this may be a pleasant activity, but the last thing Salvador wants is his tattoos being exposed.]
c.
[oooor whatever you want! I'm not picky come tag me 8D]