doing research on dreams

[Maelea Mareaux]

Was the girl really this shy? Or maybe she it was more like a phobia or talking to other people. Because to Mae this seemed way more intense than just having a shy personality. But it wasn't like she knew a lot about that kind of stuff just the little odd snippets she'd learned from reading about serial killers. The psych profiles and all of that fun stuff. "An' I'll try ta not be scary."

Mae smiled softly tucking her hair behind her ear, though most of it fell back out from behind it. It was a tad too short for her to have it stay behind her ears for very long. Not unless she had a hair clip of some kind. "Yeah, nice an' quiet." Nodding she glanced around at the books not wanting to push the girl into talking.

She bit her bottom lip then gave another nodd. "Serial killers, yeah, both real and the one's made up in stories. I dunno. They're in'nerestin' ta me." Her eyes dropped to the floor rocking some more on her heels. "I dunno bout poetry but I guess lyrics to songs count don' they? I write a lil', um songs, tha' is." Mae glanced back up with a smile.

[Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe]

Zoe wanted to talk, really. She didn't really need pushing so much as encouraging, but how was she supposed to admit that to someone? she kind of wanted to make friends with Maelea or something, but she wasn't immediately sure of how to do that. Okay, she had a  very good idea, but she didn't exactly have her camera with her at the moment.

"So you're a musician?" said Zoe, brightening a little. "That's impressive! I always wished that I was a musician or something, but all I can manage is poetry. Well, that and photography..." Zoe trailed off for a moment, drumming her fingers against her book as if that would somehow manage to work an idea into her head. "But I wouldn't mind hearing some of your songs sometime. I'm sure they're quite good," and if they weren't, then Zoe could definitely pretend they were. That was something she'd grown quite expert at managing.

"Um," she bit her lip, shifted her feet, feeling awkward all over. "I could also take your picture sometime if you'd like. I sort of take pictures of everyone, really, so it wouldn't be that big of a deal," she tried to shrug, act like this was completely normal. It was more or less, she supposed. The whole photography thing was probably her most normal character trait when all was said and done.

[Maelea Mareaux]

She gave a short nod eyes lighting up as the girl finally came out of her thick shell a little. "Poetry can easily become music, or well some of it can." There was some really odd stuff that she could just not twist into a melody. Or maybe she just wasn't a good enough musician to twist it.

"I'd love ta play fer ya! I'm, um, not the smoothest of musicians. More Black Sabbath than Enya." She severely doubted a mouse like Zoe would like the kind of music that she played. But one could never tell when it came to music. Mae had met the toughest looking guys listening to Cher not that they'd ever admit it.

"Picture? Oh, riiiigh' photography! Sure, ya can take my picture. I certainly wear some wild outfits." She wiggled gestured down at her rainbow colored socks with a smile. "Though can't much bout my face. Hey! Iffin ya like my music maybe you could come and take pictures of me playin?" That could help get her music out there to other people. "I'd even be willin' ta pay ya fer the shoots of my gig."

[Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe]

Songs could be poetry, Zoe smiled at the thought. She liked to think that everything could be poetry given a chance, and it did seem like most things could be set to music, if you tried hard enough. The conversation moved more toward the music Maelea played and performed... none of which was familiar to Zoe. She'd heard of Enya, though it wasn't what she really listened to. She was more into moody music, usually sung by darkly clad females who played guitars and half-mumbled the words, though she wasn't sure that was really what Maelea was talking about at all.

It did sound like Zoe would find out though. take pictures, and Zoe was nodding. "Right!" she said, practically yelling the word. "I'd certainly be willing to take pictures of you when you perform. It's always wonderful to catch people doing what they love!" her eyes lit up, her entire countenance getting lighter and more cheerful by the moment. "Capturing that fleeting moment of time, the sheer exhilaration that happens at just the right time and can never be fully recaptured again! It's wonderful..."

She sighed, then realizing what she'd just done, she flushed, looking down at her shoes and shuffling. "Um, you don't have to pay me though, if you don't want to. I, um, mostly do it for, um, the art..." she said, her voice drifting steadily softer the more she spoke.

[Maelea Mareaux]

When the girl smiled she relaxed a little glad that they'd finally found a topic that she could get into. It was like coaxing a feral cat into loving you by using food, and catnip. Though she hadn't dealt with too many cats just her darlings.

It was Maelea's turn to jump when the meek girl suddenly found her voice. Eyes wide in shock at first slowly brightened her face with glad surprise. So photography was the lock that got into the treasure of this girl's smiles. Hell, she could write a song about this girl, course she could write a song nearly about anything. Though songs about amazing cheesecake just didn't seem to draw the crowds.

"Ah, how bout you take photos whenever ya want. Then iffin I use 'em fer advertisin' my music I pay you." She didn't mind if the girl wanted to use her for her art. Mae sighed rubbing the back of her head. "Maybe ya can show me your work sometime?" Not like she knew anything about photography but she liked looking at pretty pictures as much as the next person.

[Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe]

Zoe nodded as Maelea set the terms. "That should work fine. I wouldn't want to charge you for something you wouldn't use," she manged, adding a small smile. She adjusted her grip on her book, pulling it a little further up. She'd nearly forgotten why she'd come here in the first place, meeting Maelea and getting into the conversation had proven to be delightfully distracting in the end. It even led to Maelea asking to see her work, which made Zoe smile again, nodding.

"I can bring a few sets in when I go to take your picture," she offered. "Oh, right," she shifted the book again, this time to get at her pocket. It took some rummaging about, but soon Zoe had her phone out. She flicked through the screens, chewing on her lip as she went. It was a little difficult to work through it with her gloves and all. But soon enough she had the right screen up.

"Um," she said again, shifting so that Maelea could take it, "if you'd just, um, put your information in, and then I can contact you or you can contact me whenever you want me to do the photos or something," Zoe flushed again, feeling weird about asking a girl for her number. It wasn't for that though; Zoe was fairly certain that Maelea wasn't interested in that, but it didn't make her feel any less awkward for doing the asking.

[Maelea Mareaux]

Mae too had forgotten about getting a good book to read, and was far more focused on Zoe. The girl was an enigma that she was to figure out, but knew that it would take more time then a short conversation in a library. At least the girl didn't look like she was going to faint, or start crying.

"Sounds peachy!" Figuring their little time together was drawing to an end she inched backwards. The girl was obviously getting antsy from all the shifting, but maybe she was just being nervous. Not being able to tell the difference she cocked her head to the side as Zoe got out her phone. Biting her bottom lip she regained the inches she'd just taken backwards.

She took the phone and quickly entered in her number then held it back out. "I wasn' expectin' ta run inta anybody. Can ya jus' text me to give me yer number? I left my phone in my room." All she'd planned was to run down find a good book then whole herself up in her room. But meeting Zoe was a much better turn out.

[Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe]

Peachy? Zoe almost giggled as she heard that. She didn't know anyone who used the word "peachy" and meant it like that. Maelea took the phone regardless, and Zoe stood, nervously fidgeting while the other girl punched the number into her phone. There were actually quite a few numbers already enteredi into Zoe's phone, including one labeled "Mother" that would've been dangerously near where Maelea's was when things were settled. That number hadn't been dialed in some time, not that the phone would show you that.

"What? Oh, sure," she said, pulling her phone out. Texting proved a little awkward while she had the gloves, but Zoe managed easily enough. She sent a quick text with her name, fully written and spelled correctly, which would likely have to be split into two lines. Once it sent, Zoe nodded, sliding her phone shut with some confidence and looking up at Maelea. "Right, there you go then," she said, "text sent." She slid her phone back into her pocket, again pausing for a moment to adjust the book.

"Um, just let me know when you want me to come take the pictures," she said, looking up to meet Maelea's eyes. They were quite pretty; she was quite pretty. Zoe flushed, looking down, realizing that she still had her book. "Um, I'm going to go check this out now," she said, holding it. "I'll, um, see you later then,' she took a few steps back, hesitating for a moment to look at her new friend? If Maelea didn't have anything else to say or any more reason to keep Zoe, then the shy poet would simply scurry off to get everything situated. Even if she did, it was unlikely that Zoe would stay all that much longer.