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Post by DALTON ALEXANDER DEAN on Jun 7, 2012 19:47:14 GMT -5
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It wasn’t often Dalton experienced silence. When he lived in the city he was constantly surrounded by noise. Even the exclusive Upper East Side was subservient to the loud, hurried nature of New York. Seattle was a welcome change of pace- still city, but without the constant noise and anxiety of home. For once, he could breathe and hear his own thoughts. At the moment, he was sitting on a park bench sharply dressed in a black T-shirt, grey suite, and black loafers. To the park’s natives, he definitely seemed a little outlandish. No matter how hard he tried, Dalton always managed to look tense. When he was home, he attributed his expression to the jumble going on in his head. The faster his thoughts raced, the harder he worked to control his face. The result? Serious eyes, blank face, and what appeared to be an utter lack of emotion.
He was one of those guys you had to get to know first before judging. Yes, he was pretty formal and business like most of the day. But if you were close enough to see him loosen his tie and kick off his loafers, there was a not-so-up-tight-person in there. It just took some weeding out. His eyes wandered across the park, focusing on two squirrels chasing each other up a tree. He silently wondered what life as a squirrel would be like. Care free, and not giving a damn about anything besides what pleased them. Granted, that was sort of what his life was like already. The world was his playground; his AmEx his plaything, and the amount of money in his bank account meant everything in life was possible for him. All he had to do was buy it.
But right now, all Dalton wanted to do was relax. He felt relaxed on the inside- his Adderall and Xanax prescriptions lay neglected, in his top dresser drawer. But for some reason, the serenity he felt on the inside wasn't translating to his face. He remembered when he was a child, and would make stupid faces at his parents. His father always told him his face would get stuck in a silly position forever. He wondered if that was what was happening now, and he was doomed to an eternity of looking like he had a stick up his ass.
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Post by alissa rue lee on Jun 7, 2012 20:56:54 GMT -5
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Rue was feeling on top of the world today. The weather was great, her bills were paid up to date and that was all thanks for Bryce. She wondered what he was up to? Though she didn't want to bother him, he might of gotten pissed off. The days were slowly getting better for Alissa and that was something she hadn't experienced in a long time. She wanted to go for a walk through the park, maybe just lay in the grass underneath a tree or something, anything just to keep her out of the apartment.
Once she left, her headphones were placed in her ears and the music was playing. She felt like dancing, creating a party in her own mind. Rue followed the path in the park dancing to the music pumping in her ears. Her hips moved to the beating of the drums. Not paying attention to a damn soul that was watching her because nothing could bring her down. Throwing her hands up in the air and spun around a few times stopping in her tracks to do so. The sun was beaming right down on her making her burn up quickly. Rue needed a few moments to breathe and catch some fresh air. Removing the headphones from her ears, she walked towards a bench where a guy had been sitting.
She looked over to the man beside her before pushing the hair back out of her face and passing him a smile then looked away. Rue wasn't really trying to seem like a creep suddenly talking to a man she didn't even know. Plus he didn't seem to happy so didn't really want to bother him.
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Post by DALTON ALEXANDER DEAN on Jun 7, 2012 22:13:34 GMT -5
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Dalton was in the midst of trying to fix his expression when someone joined him on the bench. So much for solitude. For a moment, he had no interest in identifying his interloper. But curiosity bested him. He rested his elbows on his lap, then propped his head up with his hands, slightly inching his head to the right. He blinked, mentally confirming the shadowy figure on his left was female. Or a very slim, long haired man. Which honestly wouldn't surprise him- it was Seattle after all. Being so close to Portland meant the testosterone in the water diminished significantly. Seriously.
He turned and looked at her, raising an eyebrow when he realized she was looking at him too. She acknowledged him with a smile. He kept his poker face. "You know," he started, leaning back a few inches and looking at the stranger. "When I was young, I wanted a dog. But my parents consistently said no- something about pet dander and shedding. So I promised myself that as soon as I became independent, I'd get myself one...but I was in college for four years, I didn't have the space or time. So when I graduated, I told myself again that I would buy a dog." He paused. "That was two years ago. I still don't have a damn dog." He cupped his hands together, and looked down at the grass between his feet.
He wasn't exactly sure why he was telling a random stranger this, but oh well. Frustration over his expression had grown to frustration over other things. Like all the stuff he wanted- but couldn't have. Things money couldn't buy. time for example. If he could pause time in order to enjoy himself, he'd relish that. Or if he could buy time. He'd buy a plethora of it so he could work and actually enjoy the fruit of his labor. Today for example. He'd recruited a few people to the label, had a meeting with a publicist, and planned a promotional party. It was no joke. And the time he was spending sitting in the park, reflecting and talking to random strangers, was the time he could be spending looking for models to work his party. This would have been an excellent time for a rewind.
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Post by alissa rue lee on Jun 7, 2012 22:47:42 GMT -5
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Rue hadn't really made too many friends here in seattle just for the simple fact that she was now busy most of the time. It wasn't like before where she had all the time in the world to go out and explore like she was doing at this very moment. She was watching the man from the corner of her eyes. He seemed to be bothered or something by her presence the way he turned his head away from her. Rue suddenly thought to herself that maybe it was because she smelt.
She took the chance before he did happen to look her way and sniffed her underarm. NOPE! it wasn't that. She was Dove fresh! Rue shrugged and thought nothing of it. She was just about to put her headphones back in when suddenly the man spoke. She looked to him confused as what it was he was trying to do. She didn't have a dog with her, so what made him speak about that? A small laugh escaped from her before saying anything back to him.
"Oh, why couldn't you get one right now? You're spending valuable time talking to a stranger when you could be shopping for one right now." Rue making a valid point as she rolled up her headphones and placed them into the pockets of her shorts. She crossed her model long legs and sat up straight. "I always wanted a rabbit, I just always knew that I'd end up forgetting to feed it or something. I always killed my goldfish when I was younger." She laughed shaking her head.
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Post by DALTON ALEXANDER DEAN on Jun 7, 2012 23:46:15 GMT -5
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He considered her statement for a moment. He could go get a dog. Right now. There was nothing stopping him, really. But Dalton just wasn’t all that impulsive; he wasn’t one to make hasty decisions. If he bought a dog today, Dalton knew that tomorrow he wouldn’t have time for it. Not to play with it, feed it, walk it, let alone train it. And if the dog attacked someone because it hadn’t been trained properly, that was just asking for a lawsuit. Considering Dalton knew all the best lawyers, judges, and public officials, a lawsuit really wouldn’t be fair for the person suing. He was doing them a favor. Then again, he could just hire someone to train and take care of the dog for him. But in that case, the dog would be someone else’s in every aspect except finances. No, a dog in his immediate future had way too many if’s, but’s, and poor scenarios.
A fluid movement diverted his attention from the conversation. His eyes shifted, flickering down to a pair of long, toned legs, and then back up just as quickly. The expression on his face stayed the same, just as cool and collected as always, maybe a little less severe since he had company. Looking at women required a rare sort of subtlety most men didn’t posses. However the men in Dalton’s family were far superior to ‘most men’, they were Dean’s after all. And one didn’t attend upper east side soirées for twenty years without perfecting the art of admiring a woman, sans slap. “But trust me, it’s for the greater good. Think of me as a modern, more realistic Batman. Instead of fighting vigilantes, I don’t buy dogs I won’t have time for.” His interest in the dog conversation had fully waned, his thoughts mulling over a different detail. He couldn’t get her legs out of his head.
He brought his hand to his brow and frowned, rubbing his temples slightly. This wasn’t even a sexual attracting thing- clearly there was something his mind was tugging at that his brain wasn’t picking up on. Because yes, Dalton believed mind and brain were two completely different things. “I’m sorry,” he finally said. “What did you say your name was again? You have amazing legs.” The tugging in his mind was starting to turn into an itch, something Dalton recognized as the formation of an idea. He removed his hand from his temple, and scrutinized her thoroughly, completely unabashed. The way he looked at her was akin to an art dealer criticizing a sculpture.
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Post by alissa rue lee on Jun 8, 2012 0:33:51 GMT -5
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Rue couldn't help but take notice to his eyes looking at her differently then most men she had encounter. She laughed a little at his batman snip and nodded,"Gotcha." With a smile Rue began to get curious. He seemed to be rather down to earth but her guard was up like always when it came to conversing with men. She learned more about their ways ever since Bryce came into her life. Damn! now her mood of happy thoughts because work thoughts. Should she call him? or wait? She snapped out of it. This was much more of something she wanted right now.
Very interested in getting to know the man beside her she turned her body towards him. Did he just apologize? Rue was stunned with confusion until he asked for her name. She smiled as she introduced herself. "Rue, well it's Alissa but I prefer to be called Rue. It's my middle name." Her eyes lowered from his and blushed biting her bottom lip softly before looking back up to him. That was a compliment and not too many men complimented her. "Thank you, they tend to get me from point a to point b. Wouldn't be a model if I didn't have them." She said picking up her legs straight out in front of her playfully for a second before bringing them back down.
Rue looked back to him with a smile, "Why do you keep looking at me like that? It's kind of creepy, just saying." She teased followed with a giggle.
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Post by DALTON ALEXANDER DEAN on Jun 8, 2012 1:33:26 GMT -5
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Between his home life and psychology courses at Dartmouth, Dalton considered himself somewhat of a people expert. Just from the circles his family ran in, he knew how to pick up on veiled mockery, insincere tones, pleasant disdain, and polite dismissal. He could read a person’s tone and body language in an instant- precisely why he preferred to keep most relationships professional, and his severe distrust of people who came off as…well good. Rue was definitely friendly and accepting, two traits that would normally send off huge warning signals. But little things she did were cues that she wasn’t as cookie cutter as she seemed.
For one, he noticed the slight change in her mood. She’d gone from reasonably bubbly, to a slight fluctuation, and then back to bubbly again. It was quick, and most people probably wouldn’t have noticed it, but Dalton did. It was apparent to him something was bothering her, but his expression feigned ignorance. “Rue? How about that.” It was different, and it actually sounded a bit tragic. He imagined her name being something a bit perkier…like Kelly or Poppy. “Dalton Dean.” He extended his hand to her so she could shake it, and this time found himself distracted by cue number two- her lips. The way she lowered her eyes and bit her lower lip was contradictory, like a pin up model auditioning for the role of Bambi. It was good though. There was something seductive and flirtatious about the girl, but innocent at the same time. He briefly wondered if she was even aware she was flirting with him. Then again she had to be, why wouldn’t she be?
‘it’s kind of creepy. Just saying.’
From the giggle he could tell she was kidding. Besides, if he really was that creepy, she would have found a reason to leave by now. All things considered, he decided at that moment that he had to get to know her better. Usually Dalton had a limited interest in women. He flirted when appropriate, for clients and promotions. Beyond business tools, women were dangerous distractions. And right now, he was one hundred percent distracted. “I like to think of myself as an artist of sorts. Don’t you stare at paintings you like?” The question was purely rhetorical. He didn’t care to know her answer, he just wanted her to keep talking to him. He’d had a stroke of brilliance a few moments ago, his itch had blossomed into a fully formed plan.
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Post by alissa rue lee on Jun 8, 2012 2:41:56 GMT -5
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This guy seemed to be so nice... that wasn't always true though. She knew that first hand but yet she liked him. The was a way friend would. He could be her friend, right? Why couldn't he? Rue wasn't told by anyone in her life that she couldn't or shouldn't have male friends. A bright smile appeared on Rue's face, she was happy to have someone new. "Thank you, nice to meet you Dalton." Shaking his hand as she said this.
Letting his hand go, her mind drifted of again. A well to familiar flashback to when she first met Bryce. It wasn't like this. He hadn't even asking her for her name. Only what talent she had possessed. It seemed as if she was being pulled away from this man in front of her. Again, she shook off the thought. Returning back to reality. "Sorry, if I keep blanking on you. You're not boring or anything. It's just you're nice and I haven't met anyone like you." Like him... she meant men but didn't want him to know that. It just seemed wrong and odd.
Rue thought hard about the question he had asked. Truth was she hadn't stared at a painting she liked. Although did it count towards starring at a man like Bryce? Beautiful on the outside... but that was because he was painted over. Hiding away the ugly on the inside. Every story had two sides to it... what was his? She left that thought and again took notice of Dalton. Smiling like she did, she began to wonder. What type of painting was she? "So, you're saying I'm a painting?" She question with the cutest confused look on her face.
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Post by DALTON ALEXANDER DEAN on Jun 8, 2012 4:06:17 GMT -5
“Well of course you haven’t. I’m a Dean. There’s no one like us. “ He replied nonchalantly. “Except for maybe us.” He added, perturbed by the contradiction in his statement. Was this girl kidding, or did she really not know who he was? He found it annoying, having to explain the prestige and position of his family to the ill informed. It was like old families didn’t even matter anymore. The only names people knew now were bougie new money like Kim Kardashian and the real housewives of Trash Jersey. Personally, Dalton found it disturbing. Old money was rare, almost extinct. New York and New England were the only places you were guaranteed to find it. And old establishments were starting to become over run by gaudy plastic surgeons and retired playboy bunnies. Ugh. Dalton ignored the “you’re not boring me or anything” section of her diatribe, because it was obvious he was. There was something on her mind more important than him, which was completely unacceptable.
He just blinked at her for a moment, speechless by her last question. Her tone, coupled with her confused expression was too much. At the moment he couldn’t judge her sincerity, so he sincerely hoped his assumption was wrong. The girl was friendly, upbeat, and pretty. Not completely his type aesthetically, but still pretty. And something was drawing him to her, but he wasn’t sure what. The only thing that could ruin this all was if she were dumb. And dumb from Dalton’s standards wasn’t hard to be. He attended the very best private schools since pre-k, and went to an ivy league college. But he expected everyone to know the usage of a metaphor. His natural response was to make some sort of cutting comment. But he bit his tongue, literally, and just ignored the question all together.
“So you’re a model, huh? Who do you work for? I know everyone worth knowing in the business.” AKA myself, he silently added.
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Post by alissa rue lee on Jun 8, 2012 4:33:14 GMT -5
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Really? What could possibly be closing her open mind at this very moment to keep her thinking of Bryce? It was annoying and madding. Rue was trying her hardest to pass of the looks or lost facial expressions. Her smile helped her do just that. "Seriously, I have no idea who you are. I'm sorry, please don't be offended. I'm sure that in due time, if you don't mind. I can get to know you. Like I said before, you're a nice guy. A little rough on the edges but who isn't?" She was one to talk, everything she was giving to Dalton was somewhat a lie except for the nice guy getting to know him part.
Something was telling Rue that this guy here right in front of her was something slightly similar to someone she tried to keep out of her head. This was awkward, did he think of her as some stupid desperate woman trying to find work? Just like him? The pit of her stomach cringed a bit giving her the possible sickening after taste in her mouth if she would have let it. She held it down bitting down on the inside her cheeks as he wanted to know who she worked for. As if this couldn't had gotten any rough for her.
"uh, just some talent scout. Bryce." She answered looking away when she did. Her reddish golden brown hair falling to the sides of her face. rue lifted a hand to tuck in some of the hair behind her ear. She looked back to him, "I've been working with him for about a month or so now. He's been helping me here and there. Getting me work whenever or where ever." She quickly tried to end this conversation. It wasn't something that interested her.
"You still didn't answer my question? What kind of painting am I?" She asked him again before adding something after, "I'll tell you what kind of painting I see you." Rue kept a small smile lingering trying to over come her thoughts. "I guess I'm not all that much of a good looking painting." A small laugh left her throat. She shrugged going back to her bubbly self just like she were at the very beginning of this encounter.
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Post by DALTON ALEXANDER DEAN on Jun 8, 2012 5:42:50 GMT -5
Bryce. The name echoed in his head, as if Rue had shouted it from the opposite end of a tunnel. On the inside, it was like his head had exploded. It took every inch of his waning strength not to clench his teeth, or ball his fists. Instead, the only sign of emotion he let slip was a slight raise of the eyebrow. Everything about Bryce made Dalton's blood boil. Since Dalton had arrived in Seattle, the two had become quite....friendly wasn't even the word. They were adversaries in every way except where status and class were concerned. Bryce was definitely able to keep up with Dalton's lifestyle, which was a slight comfort and about the only thing he was good for. The only thing that maturated to Dalton was that Bryce wasn't, and never would be, old money. So they both might be wealthy, but Dalton instantly considered himself two pegs higher than his classless counterpart.
Sports, women, work. All of it was fair game and competitive between the two. They could turn a handshake into a the olympics. It was actually sort of ironic that the only thing they didn't compete over was money. Weird. Regardless, Bryce worked for Black Ink, which was Dalton's biggest rival in the Seattle industry. And if Rue worked for Bryce, that meant she was aiding his competitor. No way in hell was that going to continue. "To answer your question, you'd be a Vermeer. What makes you think you know me well enough to tell what kind of painting i'd be? In my extremely experienced opinion, you'd have to hang out with me first."[/color]
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Post by alissa rue lee on Jun 8, 2012 6:09:25 GMT -5
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Rue was lost in another world while she waited for Dalton to answer her question to say anything for the matter. She caught eye contact with him again as he told her what kind of pointing she was. She smiled and shook her head lightly, not believing it. "You're right, I don't know you. I'd like to though. It's not everyday that I get the chance to hang out in the park talking to a complete stranger. Who by the way seems to think that getting a dog wouldn't be a good idea. You must have time. If not, how come? What is it that you do, that takes away from your time?" She was curious and hoped that he didn't mind her asking him so many questions.
She smirked and thought of something, "You're rich. Aren't you? Just like Bryce. Well not completely like him at all. You're kinder, truthful but not painfully. I might have just met you but so far if there is one thing I learned since living here and working, not everyone is the same. Even when they dress the part." She stopped looking away from him and sat back. "I'm not rich, I struggle with money all the time. Bryce helps when he can. For the most part, I love doing everything that I do in life." She looked to him.
"I don't mean to ramble off about things you probably don't even what to hear but I don't care if do or don't. I also know that I'm not hottest girl around seattle..." Her eyes looked him over carefully and slowly, picking out all the things she saw before ending her talk with, "I just painted a picture of you. Beautiful to me." Rue blushed a bit. Shrugging off the moment she just had, she laughed it off as well.
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