invade my space ( dante )

[isabella marie daemon]

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Isabella hated Chicago this time of year - absolutely hated it. One would think that after growing up in London, she would be used to the freezing cold weather, but oh no. This particular Brit was spoiled; once she had started making money as an actress, she had elected to spend her winters in Los Angeles, where the weather wasn't nearly as bitterly cold as it was in London. About an hour ago, Daniel had grown tired of letting her lay around the house and whine over the cold, and had kicked her out, instructing her not to come back home until she was in a better mood. Dressing in a huff, Isabella had swept out the door without as much as a "see you later, Dad". Glancing at her own reflection in a store window now, she was surprised that her outfit even matched. Her thick, dark tights, pale grey skirt, bright blue camisole, and black cardigan made for an adorable look. Add on the black overcoat, Ray Bans, multi-colored scarf, spike-heeled pumps, and bow hair clip, and she looked stunning. Giving her hair a fluff, she pushed herself back into motion. She'd been at the mall for an hour and had yet to spend any money, a sure sign that she had a lot on her mind.

First there was the whole mess with Damon Thorne. Isabella had attempted to reacquaint herself with a former colleague, and it had blown up in her face. Next came what she dubbed "The Brett Garth Fiasco", because honestly, that's exactly what it was. She had stumbled upon the freshman art teacher in her classroom trying to copy her lesson plans, and as usual, she didn't know how to handle the situation, so she had freaked out. Things had devolved so rapidly that she wasn't quite sure exactly what had happened - all she knew what that somehow, she had ended up with sunset orange paint splashed across her dress. On the plus side, Isabella had retaliated spectacularly well. The bottle of robin's egg blue paint she'd dumped on Brett had gotten in his hair. She still wasn't sure if she liked the man ( or maybe "man-child" is the better word? ) or not, but she knew things were bound to be more interesting between them, that much was for sure. Given her reputation among the staff members at Lumini, she figured the fact that she had loosened up and been just as silly as Brett had would be enough to keep the wheels in his head spinning for a few of days.

Of course, then there was Isabella's run-in with Eve. If the redhead's plan had been to scare the living daylights out of her British colleague, she had succeeded. The English teacher had also managed to win over the brunette in one night - something entirely unheard of unless your name happened to be Daniel Grey. Sure, she was still peeved about the whole Eve/Damon "scene", but since she had absolutely no romantic interest in the latter, and the former had earned her respect in only a handful of hours, she let it slide. Eve was just too intriguing and "out there" and whip smart for Isabella to pass up the chance at actually making a real friend over something as stupid as a man. Heaving a sigh, she pushed her fingers through her hair, knocking her sunglasses off her head. There was a moment of panic in which she scrambled to catch them before they hit the ground. Unfortunately, she wasn't looking where she was going in that moment, and she bumped into someone. "Oh, I am so sorry!" She breathed, that same breath catching in her throat when she had to actually look up to meet the gaze of the person she'd run into. God, this guy was tall.

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tag, you're it Dante :: this baby is finished :: the music is Holly (Would You Turn Me On?), done by the awesome All Time Low :: the words in this beast add up to six hundred and forty-two :: baby girl's wearing a cute cold weather get-up :: i'd also like to say that I apologize for the length. I tried to keep it short - my muse wouldn't listen :: and the credit goes to moi, aka ellie or ELLIEPANTS FTW ?! of Caution 2.0 - steal at your own risk. >3

[Dante Redgrave Pierce]

Dante had been walking through the cold streets of his hometown. Thinking of only god knows what, and of his wayward child. He pondered on what he could do, what they could do to broaden their relationship. But as soon as he had thought of something, he quickly changed his mind, seeing as it was something stupid and ill attempt. Dante sighed. Raising your best friend's child wasn't something he had originally thought he would be having to do. Dante looked up to the sky, as he saw the clouds rolling by when he felt someone or something bumping into him.

He immediately brought his face back down and saw before him what looked to me a mirage. Surly it wasn't his luck to fall into the path of such a woman. When she hastily began to apologize he couldn't help but chuckle a bit. "Not at all my dear, not at all. It was entirely my fault for not looking where I was going." Why did this woman seem so familiar?

Then it dawned on him. He had seen her at the high school in which Alexia attended. "Do I perchance know you? You look rather familiar. My name is Dante." He said extending his hand. If there was one thing that you learned in the army it was respect and manners. "My daughter Alexia attends the high school here and I was just on my way to pick her up. I think I may have seen you at the school, if not elsewhere." he said as her smiled at her. He would wait until she told him and talked back to him before continuing on.