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[BETH BLACKE]

I thought my heart had learned its lesson
It feels so good when ya start out



My head is screaming "get a grip, girl!"
"Unless you're dying to cry your heart out!"

~

Beth had set up her canvas beside the dock on the pond. It was a stormy day and the warm wind made little ripples on the lake and tousled her hair gently. Beth preferred days like these for outdoor paintings since it more fit her style. It was a Saturday afternoon and most of the kids were either in town, in the rec room or in their own rooms. She could see a few kids hanging out around the gardens or in the courtyard but other than that the campus was deserted.

The painting itself was nearly done. She had been here for hours and was just doing the finishing touches. The sky was a mixture of navy blue with dark purple, grey and black clouds. The buildings in the distance were kept out and instead a lush forest of grays and blacks replaced it. The dark paint was rather realistic and pretty. Right now Beth was painting glowing white figures walking around the hills. The white against the dark setting made them seem to really glow and pop off the painting.

Beth wore a typical outfit for the day, a black blazer with a green tank top and black jeans with ankle high boots and a worn light green apron. She wore a gold watch and a gold locket around her neck. Her hands were covered with dried paint and her apron had several brand new smudges. She had a pallet with all her colors and a white tub beside her easel filled with paints and such.

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NOTES :: Ignore the love song template, I just like the song-lol.
OUTFIT :: here
MUSIC :: My Fav. Song Playlist
LYRICS :: I won't say I'm in Love - Disney's Hercules
CREDIT :: Template made by Goldy

[DALLAS RAE]

At first when I see you cry,
yeah it makes me smile
yeah it makes me smile



At worst I feel bad for a while,
but then I just smile
I go ahead and smile

Back from a jog and out of the shower Dallas was amisly walking around to avoid the boredom that was creeping around him. He had no clue where he was going just heading straight and doing a left, right, left, right pattern when it came to turns, and it led him to a small pond that he passed only a few time before. He looked out over the water and felt the warm air that was coming off of it. It felt nice against his bare chest that was supposed to be covered by his hoody, but it was failing. After letting out a relaxing breath, he lost him self in his music and just swayed with the breeze for a bit.

Upon returning from lala land, Dallas found that he was not alone was thank full that she had not seen his little break from reality. From behind she look natural with her nice dark hair and her speckled apron. Deciding that he did not want to be alone, he quietly walked over stopping just a few feet behind her. now from a side angle he saw that it was a girl that he had passed a few times in the hallway. A sophomore he thought. He nodded his agreement to him self and then looked over her shoulder at the painting.

He could some what tell that she was painting what was in front of her, but instead of building there was lush green hills and trees. Though that was no the odd thing about the painting, the odd thing was the glowing white figures. Obviously they were not real but he found that they drew his attention making him think. With no reasonable explanation he wondered if he could see it in her head.

Pulling out his ear phones and turning off the iPod on his iPhone, he opened his mind and let the rush of thoughts come all the way in. Before they were just back ground noise. But now they were full on thoughts. Not everyone thought the same way. Some thought in pictures and words, some thought very loudly and some thought in emotions. He searched through the teenage drama, the worry about getting homework done and the more vulgar thoughts of the guys around. There was only about ten people in his area of hearing which was a good distance. Shutting them out one by one he came to her thoughts. Sadly all he could hear was details about her painting and what finishing touches she could do. He sighed and pulled out and went through the whole process back wards till the thoughts were again back ground noise. This really only took about 30 seconds. Wanting to know what they were he leaned down and said "What are they?"

I couldn't stop laughing,
no I just couldn't help myself
See you messed up my mental health
I was quite unwell

NOTES :: Sorry kind of long, I like writing about power usage
OUTFIT :: here
MUSIC :: here
LYRICS :: Smile - Lily Allen
CREDIT :: Template made by Goldy of Perfect Immortality.

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[BETH BLACKE]

I thought my heart had learned its lesson
It feels so good when ya start out



My head is screaming "get a grip, girl!"
"Unless you're dying to cry your heart out!"

~

Beth focused with all her mind, blocking out all other sounds. This painting would be good enough to hang on her wall, she doubted she'd be able to sell something so close to her own mind. What she saw inside herself and a little bit of what she saw around her. Her brush made a little bit of a scratching sound on the canvas and she grabbed some more paint. Then there was a voice beside her. Most people probably would have jumped at the sound from her intense thought, but perhaps it was the fact that she was a necromancer, and sudden voices from nowhere were everything normal to her.

She didn't bother turning around, "Well, that depends on the person. To some they may be their broken dreams, to others they may be the hidden options of their life. To me they are the tortured souls that have been damned to earth for eternity and are trapped in this hell of a dimension." she turned around, facing the person who had spoken to her. He was rather attractive, better looking than many of the sorry students condemned to this god-forsaken prison of a school. She gave him a sarcastic smile, "What are they to you?" she asked, sour sarcasm hidden in her rhetorical question.

She turned back to her painting, adding more of a glow on a figure standing far away. She listened intently to the person behind her, his breathing, his words. They let her understand his emotions as he spoke. As an artist, she fed off emotion and feelings, consuming them like a sweet, addictive candy. Her emotions reflected in her paintings, which left little to her mood which maybe was what made her so... bitterly sweet as an optimist might say.

"You don't look like the type to be interested in art." she continued, her eyes still locked on her painting. It was true though, that he didn't. He looked like he was more of a... she didn't know what he looked like but it was definitely not an artist. Or he was, she knew nothing about this stranger. If there was one thing that Beth had learned it was that you couldn't always judge a book by it's cover. I mean, did she look like a portal between the living and dead worlds?

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NOTES :: ... P: Don't worry about post size.
OUTFIT :: here
MUSIC :: My Fav. Song Playlist
LYRICS :: I won't say I'm in Love - Disney's Hercules
CREDIT :: Template made by Goldy

[DALLAS RAE]

Take me to your best friend's house
Go around this roundabout



Oh yeah
Take me to your best friend's house

He leaned down a bit further and turned his head to look at her."In a normal situation, I would tell you that you had issues. But as seeing that this is not normal by any means I'm just gonna keep my mouth shut." He smiled at her cheek and then rose back and went to stand to the side of her canvas."And no I am not into art by any means. To me it is just a bunch of colors slapped on a canvas to represent the insanity of the artiest mind and what they can see. Or in your case the tortured souls that have been damned to earth for eternity and are trapped in this hell of a dimension." He again smiled at her

"Now, if I take what you said and put it into normal words. I think you said they're ghost. Am I wrong?" He smirked. Laughing a bit, he looked at her eyes and looked into her mind. Aw she thinks I'm cute haha. And what do you mean what am I? He pulled out "If anything I'm interested in dancing and martial arts. A art form in their own way, but I will let you in on a secret. I enjoy listing to classical music and older lit, Poe, Hawthorne, Miller? He was still smirking as he watched her brush run across the canvas making a slightly annoying scratching sound.

I loved you then and I love you now
Oh yeah

NOTES ;; I LIKE PIE!
OUTFIT ;; White hoody, Black Basketball shorts and White Air Jordan's.
MUSIC ;; Easy Listening on Pandora Radio
LYRICS ;; Tongue Tied - GROUPLOVE
CREDIT ;; Made by Goldy of Perfect Immortality. Requested by Nicholas for Dallas Rae.

[BETH BLACKE]

I thought my heart had learned its lesson
It feels so good when ya start out



My head is screaming "get a grip, girl!"
"Unless you're dying to cry your heart out!"

~

Beth wondered sarcastically if he realized that he had said it and in fact, not kept his mouth shut. I probably do have issues but if I do they're not you're concern. at least Beth had the decency to keep that in her head. He seemed blunt and not of those preppy, school spirit kinda people. Like herself. Perhaps she might be able to get along with him? Whatever.

"If you go by the books, good art is a bunch of paint slapped on a canvas to represent the insanity of the artists mind. The only thing is each slap of paint is another creative and careful thought of complete oddity that is in the damaged brain I call my head." she said sarcastically, it was mostly a joke though. It was true, but funny.

Beth glanced at the smirk on his face and gave a a bit of a snort, "Yes they're ghosts.", They're not abnormal words, their artistic words. she thought, her mind giving a little laugh.

She guessed that some people might call dancing and martial arts arts. Not her. Art to her was painting, sculpting, drawing, anything that produced art. Singing, dancing, acting? not art. They were, creative activities. I bet the Germans have a word for it. she joked in her head to herself. "Dancing? Really?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "That's nice." her voice was rather sarcastic, but she didn't actually think anything bad of male dancers. She actually admired them for not sticking to the gross 'football' and 'rockstar' themes. It was independent and Beth thought independence was the most important virtue one could have.

"Poe? I like Poe. His work is simply fascinating." her favorite poem was The Raven. It flowed with the grace of a shiver down your spine and she could read it in so many different ways. Poetry was also an art to her, it produced poems. And Poe produced the best poems. It wasn't that she was obsessed with poetry or literature, but when it came to words Poe was the way to go with her.

This boy seemed very interesting, and worth getting to know a little bit. She turned to him so she could face him, turning away from her painting. "I'm sorry I don't believe I've caught your name yet?" she asked, wondering why he was smirking like that. It was getting quite annoying.

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NOTES :: ... P: Sorry it's long. You don't have to
OUTFIT :: here
MUSIC :: My Fav. Song Playlist
LYRICS :: I won't say I'm in Love - Disney's Hercules
CREDIT :: Template made by Goldy

[DALLAS RAE]

Take me to your best friend's house
Go around this roundabout



Oh yeah
Take me to your best friend's house

He stoped smirking as he heard her. He was not listing to her per say, he could always hear people but again just back gorund noise. He did how ever hear the things that were thought clearly and had emotions tied into them. He blinked a few times, a bit taken aback from her thought. Then relizing she had asked him for his name "It's Dallas Rae. I'm senior and as for what I am, well I can be your best friend, your lover or your enemy. I will let you decide." Thinking he was being smart.

With a slightly snarky tone"And yes dancing, its mezmerising to see bodys move in the way they do. It gives off a vibe of raw natural energy. Sex, passion, love, grif, anger, sorrow. All the emotion in one fluid routine, and as I recall I think you said you fed off emotion." Agin thinking he was being smart. She would never guess that he could read her mind. "Now as for Poe, I enjoy his work because I enjoy that feeling of suspense and not knowing. He really did, he knew what was going to be aorund cornors or in a closet in real life, but books let him hear nothing and quite. "And I only find it fair that if I give you my name and a bit more that you should do the same." This time however he did not smirk at her he just raised his eyebrows and slightly cocked his head to the side and waited for the answer.

I loved you then and I love you now
Oh yeah

NOTES ;; : P I want her to guess, and she what she wil do with the information givin.
OUTFIT ;; here
MUSIC ;; any muse music going on?
LYRICS ;; Tongue Tied - GROUPLOVE
CREDIT ;; Made by Goldy of Perfect Immortality. Requested by Nicholas for Dallas Rae.

[BETH BLACKE]

I thought my heart had learned its lesson
It feels so good when ya start out



My head is screaming "get a grip, girl!"
"Unless you're dying to cry your heart out!"

~

Dallas Rae, interesting name. He explained that he was a senior in the most irritating way he could. She nodded slowly and looked at him like he was a two year old speaking nonsense. That's nice she thought, placing her paint brush in the small, murky paint water in the cup in the cubby hole of her easel.

He went on about dancing and it sure sounded like he had passion for it, and she respected passion, but she still didn't think dancing was any form of art. Then he mentioned that she fed on emotion. She raised one eyebrow, looking at him with a oh you did not just say that look. He was being smart, stupidly. She sighed, narrowing her eyes. "Normally, I'd tell you to go away but apparently I don't have to." she said with a sourly sweet voice. Either he thinks I'm an idiot or he is one. she thought turning away and back to her nearly finished painting. Only a few things were left to do and she could do them back in her dorm.

She bit the inside of her lip, pausing for a moment and turning back to Dallas. "I'm Beth." she said, turning away and back to her painting. She began to pack up her various paints into the bin at her feet, placing each color into it's proper spot. The last thing she needed was a messy bin. She picked up all her wet paint brushes and wiped them off on her smudged apron and placing them in their spot. Beth wasn't an overly tidy person, but when it came to her painting equipment it had to be perfect unless she wanted to be majorly annoyed next time she wanted to paint. "So. Dallas. You just approach random people seeking to annoy them or do you do it unintentionally." she asked, her knees shaking slightly as she bent down to arrange everything.

He was obviously a telepath. She knew a few and they all thought it was funny to read peoples minds just because they could. Did she raise people from the dead just because she could? No. Did she summon poltergeists to torture her enemies just because she could? No. If he wasn't, well she wasn't going to say it just in case-but from the single comment he gave and the fact he went to this god-forsaken school hinted he was probably a telepath, or mind reader, or whatever he called himself.

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NOTES :: ... P:
OUTFIT :: here
MUSIC :: My Fav. Song Playlist
LYRICS :: I won't say I'm in Love - Disney's Hercules
CREDIT :: Template made by Goldy

[DALLAS RAE]

Take me to your best friend's house
Go around this roundabout



Oh yeah
Take me to your best friend's house

She as she was getting irritated, He opended his mouth about to say something to her, but instead closed it and said a word that he had not said in a while, not even to his family. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I do that." said he in a regular everyday tone. He went to giver her a look of, well he did not know, but instead saw that she had crouched down and was picking up her supplies. Seeing that she was wobbling on her knees, he too crouched down and placed his hand on her elbow to steady her.

He would have helped put away her things but he did not want to risk her getting even more irritated. He held his hand their and watched 'Beth, I like that name, its simple and cute. Not like the names today, I swear when I was in back in Texas their was a rainbow of names that I could barley keep up with. But yours is nice and easy. Their was this one time, I was listening in on this really pissed off chick and..." He started to ramble off his accent showing a bit more. He laughed a bit at nothing really, maybe his own stupidity.

He swallowed"And no you are not an idiot, I am if anyone is." He smiled down at her head, a nice smile with out any condescending look to it. Again he swallowed becoming nervous. He was trying to tune her out completely, the result was a small head ache forming right int he center of his forehead. He was nervous because he did not know how she was going to take his next few questions.

"So um Beth, Can I help you with your stuff back to your dorm? Maybe get some coffee on the way, I don't know if you like it or not, I love the stuff, but if you don;t like it we can get something else." His phone suddenly went off, his ring tone playing Basshunters-All I Ever Wanted. The song was his sisters ring tone, she could wait. The result of this scared him and he fell back wards onto his ass. He laughed a real laugh. Yea she thinks I'm an idiot now. He thought, glad she couldn't read his mind. Once done with his little scene, he looked up at her

'Look I'm not trying to hit on you or anything, I just feel like we got off on the wrong foot, and I would feel really stupid if I let you walk away from me like this. I really have no clue why I talked to you in the first place. Well no, I do. You look like a person who was going to be honest and put up a fight and thats what I wanted really. I don't even know if that makes since. Again his accent showing from his nervousness. He smiled at her again his eyes asking her to say yes.

I loved you then and I love you now
Oh yeah

NOTES ;; Pwease say yes?
OUTFIT ;; Here
MUSIC ;; BASSHUNTER!
LYRICS ;; Tongue Tied - GROUPLOVE
CREDIT ;; Made by Goldy of Perfect Immortality. Requested by Nicholas for Dallas Rae.

[BETH BLACKE]

I thought my heart had learned its lesson
It feels so good when ya start out



My head is screaming "get a grip, girl!"
"Unless you're dying to cry your heart out!"

~

Beth actually appreciated the apology, most people didn't bother with her, but it was a nice change. She smiled to herself, turning her face away when she helped him balance. She felt a little bit of a heat coming from her cheeks but she calmed herself down. He was just being nice. She closed her bin and snapped it tight.

He began to ramble on about how he liked her name and she felt herself laugh a little in amusement, so she scared him with her short temper. He was cute when he was nervous, it was the overly confident guys that could be complete... Well she didn't have to finish that sentence did she.

Then he asked to help her and Beth froze. Should she take it? She wasn't a big fan on getting help but it might be nice not to stagger all the way back to her room. She opened her mouth, turning to face him, her eyes curious and thoughtful, then his phone went off and she jumped a little, turning back to her stuff and getting it ready for transportation. He fell back and she had to stifle a burst of giggles with him. She felt herself smile and nodded, a little sigh in her voice, "Well, I guess if you insist I could really use some help, and I wouldn't mind a bit of a pick me up.", she lifted herself to her feet and dusted off her knees and held out her hand to help him up. "If you could carry my equipment case I can take the easel and the canvas." she said, "And then we can go get a coffee. Just stay out of my head if you can." she said with a smile and a laugh. He was funny, and she didn't care if it was intentional or not, if he promised to stay out of her head she might be able to get along with him.

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NOTES :: Lol, Beth is fun. For me. XD
OUTFIT :: here
MUSIC :: My Fav. Song Playlist
LYRICS :: I won't say I'm in Love - Disney's Hercules
CREDIT :: Template made by Goldy

[DALLAS RAE]

Take me to your best friend's house
Go around this roundabout



Oh yeah
Take me to your best friend's house

After being up to Beths room. Dallas fished out his Keys and led them out to the parking lot, to where the car that his parents had bought for his sister and him. A red 2010 Soft top Jeep Wrangler, automatic. Once they both climbed in he started, backed out and drove down the small winding path to the main gates. He told the gaurd where they were headed, signed out and was warnded abot curfew. He knew and they would be back. He waved to the gaurd and pulled out and Beth and him headed out.

*Contunied in Food and drink Dstrict.*

I loved you then and I love you now
Oh yeah

NOTES ;; Lets go! YAY!
OUTFIT ;; here
MUSIC ;; any muse music going on?
LYRICS ;; Tongue Tied - GROUPLOVE
CREDIT ;; Made by Goldy of Perfect Immortality. Requested by Nicholas for Dallas Rae.