Murders in the air

(he kinda is...but he's a nice enough guy. plus if you read the whole conversation you would see why.)

Amelia: I started back to the room, pushing the door open and walking back to my bed, flopping down on it.

Ty: I bit my lower lip as I finished. I put the last couple strokes in and glanced up. "You can move if you want now. And you can come over here if you want to see it."

Jessie: I stepped out of the position he had me posing in, but didn't go over to him. "That depends...is it any good?"

Ty: "That is for you to decide. I think it is, but art is in the eye of teh beholder." I shrugged.

(I did read the whole thing. And no, Jessie doesn't really.)

Elliot: "Oh," I said, biting my lip nodding. "You aren't going to prank me, right?" I asked, looking up through my eyelashes.

Kal: I walked back into the room, staying quiet and starting on a costume design.

Damien: "Never know," My grin turned mischievous. "Sleep with one eye open."

Jessie: I stepped lightly across the room, and peered over his shoulder. It was really good, but I wasn't one to give out compliments easily. I shrugged slightly, then smirked. "I think that the model makes the picture," I teased, since I wasn't that conceited.

(Really? Danggg I guess I'll have to up her obnoxiousness then)

Ty: I laughed lightly. "Sure she does. But I think its the sun set."

Amelia: "Do you mind if I play?" I asked him, sitting up and picking up my guitar. "If you dont want me to I can go someplace else."

Jessie: "Maybe," I said softly, lingering over his shoulder a moment longer than necessary, but then abruptly straightening, to go zip up my now-empty suitcase.

Ty: "Do you want it?" I asked her, closing my sketch pad.

Jessie: "I don't know, what do you think?" I had to work at keeping a straight face, purposely not giving him a straight answer.

Kal: I shrugged. "Go ahead," I said.

Ty: "I'm not going to keep playing these games. If you want it just tell me. If you dont I'll understand." I sighed.

Amelia: I played softly, practicing a couple scales and chords.

Jessie: "I like games though," I pouted for a moment, then turned and held my hand out for the drawing.

Kal: My eyes stayed on her, watching her on the guitar.

Elliot: I shook my head with a small smile. "You wouldn't," I said.

Damien: "Why do you say that? You don't know me, I just might."

Ty: I carefully ripped the drawing out of the sketch pad, signed the corner of it and passed it to her.

Amelia: "Is there something you want?" I asked him, feeling his gaze on me.

Jessie: "And an autograph, too?" I pretended to gush, with a swoon, then rolled my eyes and stuck the drawing to my wall near the posters.

Ty: "All artists sign their work." I told her, before sitting back down, a square piece of red paper in my hands. I started folding it, using my sketchpad as a hard surface.

Jessie: "Origami is gay," I mumbled under my breath, so quietly he couldn't have possibly have heard.

Ty: "To some, yes. But to others, its a way to keep calm." I folded the paper until I made an owl. "Its also beautiful. And cheap."

Jessie: "Sunsets are beautiful, rainbows are beautiful...folded pieces of paper, though?" I arched an eyebrow.

Ty: "Careful what you say." I laughed lightly, shaking my head. "Folded paper can be beautiful. depending on whats made."

Jessie: "Don't tell me what to do," I frowned at 'careful what you say'

Ty: "Wasnt telling you to do anything. I was just warning you to be careful. You might regret what you say one of these days."

Jessie: "We'll see about that. "Be who you are and say what you feel; because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind." I quoted Dr. Seuss.

Ty: "Very true." I nodded. "Dr. Seuss right? Some of his best quotes where used in a play, Seussical. If you like his rhymes you should check it out."