Covert Undercover Night Trucker (T-M/Accepting)

"I like pushing you," he told her teasingly before taking a seat beside her and starting to swing himself, "This is fun."

"You know it." she told him, smiling.
"So, tell me about yourself." she said, but not demandingly, just calm.

Dallas

Dallas took the cross wordlessly, holding it in his hand for a moment before giving it to Allie.

"Alright, then. So, what exactly is the main plot of this whole movie?"

"Well, there's not much to tell. I like to read a lot and write sometimes. And I goto Battlehill Academy, like you," he told her with a shrug.

Amethyst shrugged back.
"I like to read and write and take pictures and share dorm rooms woth strangers." She told him, laughing a bit.

Allie took the cross with a sideways glance at Dallas, unsure if touching the object had bothered him at all. But he didn't seem bothered by that, just the script, so she smiled at him for encouragement. "Don't worry," she told him. "It can't be all bad. You might even enjoy it!" She knew that she certainly would.

"There, see? Listen to the actress!" Wade said, pointing to Allie, as he draped an arm around Prince, "And this lovely lady shall help you with your makeup, if that's what she'd like to do; she will also be playing the part of the courageous, and sexy, vampire hunter! That's not to be confused with the Balmonts, cause I'd get sued if it did..." said the unstable merc-in-training as he hefted the stolen stage makeup.

"The first two sound fun, but the last sounds dangerous," Michael teased with a grin.

Prince felt her face heat up as Wade drapped his arm over her shoulder and the fact he referred to her as "lovely lady", but she nodded. It sounded fun after all.

"Here to help," she said with a small smile.

Wade smiled, "Now that's the kind of 'can do' attitude that I love! And incidently got me detention in the Danger Room...but anyways, could you help Allie dear get her makeup done? I have a look I was going for," said Wade, handing Prince the character markup for Allie, which to say the least, was better done than the script.

"Okay, then we have you, the star...yeah, you're good like you are, but I mean, if you want to sparkle...I'm not sure how to fit that into the movie; I mean, I didn't even know vampires did sparkle. I'm familiar with the burning, and the biting, and the jury duty, but no sparkling..."

Prince looked at Allie as if to ask if it was really ok for her to apply this make-up to her. Prince knew Wade wanted her to and both Dallas and Allie seemed all for what was going on, but still.

"May I?"

"Yeah, I mean he could be a loon or something. Like Mel Gibson." she laughed.
"Hey what time is it? Do you know?" she asked.

"I don't know. I'll go check," he told her lightly as he took out his cellphone and read the time, "It's about 11:00. Why?"

"I wanted to see if it was time for lunch yet." she told him, trying to swing as high as she could.

"We could eat now, if you want," he offered her with a slug as he swung beside her.

"Nah, I'll wait a little while." She told him, swing a little slower. She held tye chain with her left hand and snapped a picture a the height of her swing so she got a pretty good picture above the treeline in the park.

"When did you become interested in photography?" Michael asked curiously. He had never seen anyone take so many photos.

"When I was little, my mom gave me a camera to distract me for a while she worked, and it worked. I just really liked it, you know." she told him.

[i]The little girl ran into her mom's home office.
"Mommy! Mommy! How is your book coming? Can we go ice skating tomorrow? I wanna go ice skating. Can we get a puppy?" she rattled excitedly.
"Amy, mommy needs to write right now. Go play." She said, exhaustedly.
" but i dont have anything to play with. All my toys are for babies."
"Fine. I was saving this for your birthday but I guess you can have it now. It's a camera. Click this button and it takes a picture." Her mother said, handing her a less expensive polaroid camera. The lottle girl smiled and snapped a picture of her mother. Her mom laughed and went back to work.

"I see. As a little kid, I loved having my parents tell me stories. I began to read when I was about three if you can imagine that. I read every book I could get my hands on before, eventually, I just started daydreaming about what I wanted to happen and, when I discovered I could write stories of my own, I was ecstatic," Michael told her with a grin.

I started reading qhen I ws about that age. And writing is sort of a common hobby in my family. And I liked it" she told him

Dallas

Dallas sighed and rolled his eyes. "I was only kidding about the sparkling stuff. No way I am I about to parade around like some whimp, 'sparkling' in the sun and all that."

Allie nodded at Prince and bounded forward with a smile. "I'm ready! I want to be made beautiful! You can do that, can't you?" She bit her lip, suddenly worried. Would some make-up be able to do that? But it had too! It just did! If only for a few moments, she wanted to know what it was like, to be pretty.

"Oh, and I'm Allie. For now, anyways. It's a nice name, isn't it?"

"Are you kidding? Prince is a natural! I grantee you'll be absolutely beautificent, or your money back!" he said, proudly giving Prince a reassuring pat on the back, "Allie for now? You change your name often? I hear it's pretty expensive to have your name changed..."

Waving over Dallas, he looked at him, "Alright look, I know you know I know you were joking about the sparkling; Vampires burn in the sun, no if's, and's, or but's...unless you want to take Bram Stoker's version into account, but I really like the 30 Days of Night version better. Can you play merciless and bloodthirsty?" he asked, looking at Dallas seriously.

"Hey, since we're out, we could head into town and get some lunch. I'll pay." she offered, looking at her feet. She still felt a little awkward, but not as much as she should have. She felt like the blue fish from Finding Nemo or something.

Dallas

Dallas raised an eyebrow, slightly. Well, he had killed hundreds of thousands of people over his long lifetime, from both his feedings and other events. Being "merciless" and "bloodthirsty" and all that jazz shouldn't be too hard.

"Of course."