Dreaming in black and white

[Lorelei Dear]

Lorelei's head shot up from her notebook as everyone stood up to leave. She had been half dozing, half daydreaming as the teacher had gone on and on about something in history that Lorelei had just zoned out on. She really knew quite a bit. Her parents entire house was filled to the bring with history, and she really didn't think she needed any more besides what she had already learned. It wasn't like she was going to use it any time soon. She was going to be an artist, not a historian who actually paid attention to things like when the war of 1812 was. Alright, that was rubbish, she knew when it was, but the details about it were just a bit hazy, especially in her reawakening form her daydreams.

She looked down at the notebook she had opened up in front of her. As she had daydreamed, a castle had exploeded from her pencil onto the page. It was one of those medieval castles with the ivy growing and the grand towers with the turrets all around. She must have been working on it most of class, and her entire hand was covered in pencil smudges, but the outcome was beautiful. She could almost imagine herself within the walls, a beautiful Lady who was on her way to a grand meeting with the queen. Actually, that was her reality. In her fantasy she was a princess on one of the turrets, looking out into the murky night as she waited for her prince to come riding up on her favorite black horse and the prince would smile. He wouldn't be a corny prince either. He would raise his brow as he smiled as if to say what, you want me to fight a dragon, and she would quickly sneak out with him. Now that was a fantasy.

Halfway through these thoughts, she realized she was still sitting in class, looking down at her castle that was in black pencil. It contrasted harshly with the white paper, as if it were too big of a fantasy to ever come true. It depressed her a bit, but she shook it off, grabbing her bag and slipping it over her shoulder. She grabbed her notebook, holding it lightly against her hip as she walked up the incline, ready to leave the room and go to lunch. She was probably arriving a bit too late, too late for her taste anyway. Sometimes her head got her in a bit of a hard spot, always off in her own little world instead of her feet planted firmly on the ground.

She turned to look back at the empty classroom. She had never really been in a classroom all by herself. It had an eerie feeling. She shook her head, glancing around. It sent a shiver down her spine to be anywhere this large with no one on the inside. She went to hurry out the door, pushing it a bit too hard. She heard an "Oof." On the other side of the door, and she realized she had sit someone. How could she have been so dim!

"Are you alright," She asked, whirring around the doorway to see who she had hit with the hard, wooden door.

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STATUS: Complete
TAG: Open
WORD COUNT: 545
BANNER: Mine && Someone elses
( template made by HEY MONDAY.
of CAUTION 2.0. no stealing. <3 )

[Trace Michaels]

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I DONT WANNA BE THE FOOL
TH A T G E T S L E F T B E H I N D I N T H E D U S T

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"Oof!"

Trace couldn't help the grunt as someone decided it was a good time for the door to meet his face. Frowning slightly, he rubbed his nose and peered around the other side of the door to see a girl looking back.
"Are you alright?"
The question seemed a bit patronizing, considering she'd just hit him with the door, but his scowl turned into a grin as he appreciated the humor of the situation.
"Nothin' permanent." Was his short, forgiving reply.

Looking properly at his unwitting attacker, Trace realized that she'd been in the history class he'd just escaped, only to realize that he'd left his sketchbook. It being the most precious thing he owned, Trace had of course hurried anxiously back and, as a result, not been looking out for booby traps like the one he'd triggered. Dark brown eyes flickered over her shoulder to his desk in the class where he could just see the tip of the book sticking out from under his chair. That was what he got from carting around a bag that didn't zip up properly - everything fell out. Maybe this girl had left something behind too, since he definitely recognized her from the history class just gone.
"You a fan of empty classes, then? Or just lost?" Tone light but slightly teasing, he attempted to make conversation with the girl as he slipped past her into the classroom.

Scooping his ticket to fame (or so he hoped) from the floor and putting it safely (or so he also hoped) back into the tattered backpack, he swung the bag over one arm and turned back to his classmate, a genuine, relieved grin stretching his face.There were quite a few new sketches in that book, due to the monotony of the teaching going on. He wondered if the notebook clasped in her arms was likewise an escape route from boredom.
"Interesting lesson, huh?"

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NOTES I figured they should at least meet. =D WORDS four hundred and sixty-seven.
TAGGED Lady & the Tramp xD CREDIT BY HEY BAYBAY !? AT CAUTION !

[Lorelei Dear]

Lorelei looked at the boy she had just hit with the door, a sorrowful smile playing at her lips. Her mother had always taught her to show a bit of emotion but always keep something hidden. He seemed forgiving, and almost humored by the entire thing. It seemed a bit odd, considering she wasn't one for humor in any situation. Lorelei was British, everything seemed serious to her.

She sort of remembered this boy, his dark hair and sarcastic eyes. He was definitely in this class, however she couldn't really place him other than that. He seemed gruff to her, and as he entered the classroom she backed off a bit, leaning against the door as he went over to a desk and grabbed a sketch book. Her heart a bit. She was an artist, and to have a fellow artist near her was a bit exciting. She felt her heart slow a bit as he asked her if she was lost. Furrowing her brow, she got turned off a bit by him. "I was just sitting...considering a few things, I suppose. Why did you come back, wanted to pick up a few notes?" She knew he didn' thave any notes in there, she just felt like if he was going to ask her some such of a question, she should be able to as well. Her fingers nervously tapped at her drawing, which was out in plain site. She hadn't thought to close the notebook, and now her beautiful castle felt a bit juvenile.

She thought about the lesson she had just ignored as he spoke about it, and she smiled a bit. "I'm sure it was interesting..." She really didn't feel like lying and going off on what was taught today, considering she hadn't even payed attention to the topic. "I can't say I was in best form,"

She suddenly realised she was in an empty classroom with a guy. This was definitely not what she was used to. Lorelei didn't really have friends, and she had never even really had a boyfriend. Well, she had never even really had a huge conversation with a boy her age, let alone have it in an empty classroom. Why did she have to go on that huge daydream! She could have been gone and never had hit this boy in the face. She nervously flipped a piece of hair behind her ear. "So, you sketch?" She asked, looking down at his sketchbook. She didn't know what really to say, and she really had no idea why she was continuing the conversation.

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STATUS: Complete
TAG: Lady && Tramp (So excited to meet you!!!)
WORD COUNT: 505
BANNER: Mine && Someone elses
( template made by HEY MONDAY.
of CAUTION 2.0. no stealing. <3 )

[Trace Michaels]

I DONT WANNA BE THE FOOL
TH A T G E T S L E F T B E H I N D I N T H E D U S T
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""I was just sitting...considering a few things, I suppose. Why did you come back, wanted to pick up a few notes?"

A corner of Trace's mouth tugged up into a half-smile at her words. Notes? Him? Uh-huh, veeery likely.
"Not exactly. Me and notes don't get along." He paused, looking down at his precious cargo, "Actually my thousand-year old bag decided it was time to throw out my sketchbook. I had to come back and get it...notes, I would have left."
It then occurred to Trace that the girl before him looked very prim and proper. The way she spoke, the way her expressions seemed carefully crafted...the way she'd backed off when he'd gotten within a meter. Yep, if Trace had to guess right now, he'd probably say either rich kid or wannabe rich kid. Perhaps he shouldn't have been quite so friendly - it wasn't polite. Still, Trace disliked pretending to be something when it was obvious he wasn't. If his causal manner freaked her out, her wasn't going to chase her down the street, yelling pathetic jokes. But she wasn't running yet.

She said something posh about the lesson to which he nodded minimally, only really getting interested at her next words.
"So, you sketch?"
"Yeah - sketching is pretty much the one thing I do do. It's the only reason I'm here on this floating rock at all."
The aforementioned genuine, through-and-through smile lifted his face with the talk of his hobby. He could make all the dumb jokes in the world but only drawing dorky little cartoons really made him happy. Not that he'd ever call them dorky, of course.

It was the light pitter-pattern of her nervous tapping that brought his attention to her castle. Probably the very opposite of her intentions, but it identified her as a fellow artist so there was no way she was leaving now. Chasing would be in order. Anticipating a good conversation about a mutual interest, Trace tried hard not to come across too eager or common, or whatever it was rich people didn't like.
"Oh, you too, huh?" He remarked nonchalantly, nodding toward the paper. For a moment, he wondered if it was proper to wait for her to say something first, but then decided he didn't care, "I like it - loads of detail. I usually draw spooky castles myself, but this one looks like it's come straight from the Brothers Grimm. Are you in there somewhere, Rapunzel?"

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NOTES =D Me too! Post's a little jittery though - I was on a time budget!WORDS five hundred and eight-six TAGGED Lady & the Tramp CREDIT BY HEY BAYBAY !? AT CAUTION !

[Lorelei Dear]

Lorelei nervously tugged at her hair, feeling like she was standing in front of the queen naked. That was definitely something that had never happened, especially since you had to sit in a public room with about five honor guards for about three hours before you could even get a visit with the queen, and you had to be super important. Lorelei had only seen her once, which was big, especially since she wasn't a lady yet. However, this was way different, this was a boy. She didn't talk to many of them, and this one made her feel like she was being stupid as he talked about how much he didn't care about notes, something that mad her do a mental tsk, especially since she should have known that boys don't take notes. "Did you two get into a fight?" She asked, somewhat sarcastically. "You might want to make up before the next test..."

Lorelei slid one leg in front of the other, a very ladylike pose. She couldn't help but look rich. Today she was wearing a deep purple skirt that just skimmed her calves mached with a beige cap-sleeved top. She wore simple beige pumps to match, and she had her name brand bookbag slung over her shoulder. This was a normal look for her, and she had no idea how to wear anything else. The boy really appeared scruffy to her, but somehow she couldn't imagine him any other way from the appearance she got from him. She was glad he pointed out it was a sketchbook, it definitely let her observation of his sketching open for discussion, which excited her. Lorelei didn't talk to a lot of people, in or out of class, and she wasn't used to normal teenage talking. She could definitely talk about art.

When he looked down at her tapping fingers, she knew she had blown it by doing something like that. Lorelei wasn't one to bring attention to something that she was good at, at least not to people she had just met, but now it was definitely open for discussion. She nodded her head in agreement ot the fact that she sketched as well, then cleared her throat. "Actually, I paint more than I sketch, but if you can do one, then it would be wise to say you can do the other." She felt silly talking about her art, especially when he talked about being into darker things. Of course he was, guys always seemed to be like that, but it sort of tweeked her that he knew that she meant for it to be like a fairy tale from just one glance.

"Are you in there somewhere, Rapunzel?"
The question somehow shook her. How did he know all this stuff at a single glance? Was she that transparent. What bothered her more was the fact that he happened to look just as she imagined her prince charming. Rugged, with a sarcastic grin. Slightly embarrased, she gave a bit of a laugh, "Of course not, do you draw yourself in your art?" She was of course, lying, she had definitely wanted to be there, but she wasn't about to let some guy know that. "What sort of things do you draw? You said dark, I know, but you can't just be a castle drawer..."

Suddenly, she had a slight realisation, she hadn't even introduced herself. She had been sitting here talking to him, and she didn't even know his name. It was extremely rude, and she really felt like hitting herself at the moment. "I'm Lorelei, by the way. Lorelei Dear."

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STATUS: Complete
TAG: Lady && The Tramp
WORD COUNT: 717
BANNER: Mine && Someone elses
( template made by HEY MONDAY.
of CAUTION 2.0. no stealing. <3 )

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[Trace Michaels]

I DONT WANNA BE THE FOOL
TH A T G E T S L E F T B E H I N D I N T H E D U S T
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Trace could only offer a dry chuckle at her suggestion to 'make up' with notes. He'd make up with them when he could read a page without getting a headache. Seriously, the concentration level it took to decipher even a paragraph of decent notes was incredible. Barely worth it right before a test, let along all year.

"Actually, I paint more than I sketch, but if you can do one, then it would be wise to say you can do the other."
"Uh-huh..." Eyebrow raised, Trace had to try hard to smother the snort. She was so...British! So posh. So alien to him, who had lived in the slums half of his life and practically on the streets for the other. Still, he had to admit that he liked the element of class her elegant speech and attire showed. It was a welcome change to what he was used to, and a shocking contrast to himself. A too-big dark brown jacket over a tired-looking white shirt, paired up with plain jeans that were wearing white at the knees and scuffed up converse knock-offs hardly compared to...well what might as well have been the Queen's coronation gown. Her bag was monogrammed, for Pete's sake.

"Of course not, do you draw yourself in your art? What sort of things do you draw? You said dark, I know, but you can't just be a castle drawer..."
This was much easier to relate to.
"Well sure I do. Caricatures happen to be my specialty." Even as he spoke, he began to think about what an exaggerated version of this girl would look like. "You should try it sometime. And I didn't mean dark dark. Not like goth or anything. I said spooky - think Casper." He paused to grin here at the idea of him with long hair and eyeliner, "And it's almost always cartoon style. I suck at real life, in more than just art."
Shrugging, Trace grinned to show that this was not a serious confession, and wondered if he ought to ask her more about her paintings. He knew a few more painters than a normal guy his age but probably nothing near her. If you were going to talk about cartoon artists, then he could go all day, but...

"I'm Lorelei, by the way. Lorelei Dear." Came the prim and proper introduction, saving him from deliberations.
"Well, dear, I'm Michaels, Trace Michaels." Trace's jokes were getting worse by the second, but he couldn't help himself. Formal introduction had always seemed laughable to him. Any more than two people and you'd be there all day with your 'how do you do's.
Then there was the silence they brought...suddenly at loss at what to say, Trace's grin dropped slightly.
"So, which part of England would you be from? I'm an Indianner myself, though my mom's half Italian with a touch of Norweigan, and my Dad's line comes from Irish immigrants in the 1860's. I guess you could call me a mutt." Deciding it was time to stem the inane flow of words and save some of his life story for later, Trace sat down lazily on the corner of a desk, smiling slightly.

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NOTES Done now. =D WORDS seven hundred, just about. TAGGED Lady & the Tramp CREDIT BY HEY BAYBAY !? AT CAUTION !