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[blakebyrd]

(Because Blake likes me to forget he's alive, and I don't want to get cut!)

Week Name/Date/Time: 'The Calm Before the Storm' / Sunday, May 21th 2006 / 2:15 PM
Location: Lakeside
Open To: Melody, le BFF
Currently Involving: Blake

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[blakebyrd]

Blake looked at the picture Melody gave him, and couldn't help but crack a small smile. "I think that one captures me perfectly," he replied. What a klutz he was, and that combined with the one where he was sitting and reading would really just give anyone a cross-section of his personality. Funnily enough, he wasn't being sarcastic. "Ah, well, you got me there," he admitted, putting the picture back down. "But actually, a few of these are bringing back memories. Maybe if I took more pictures my memory wouldn't be as bad."

Blake listened to her explain, sitting quietly and watching her rove through the paper, composure disturbed for a moment as she pulled out one resembling a grave marker. "That's certainly... interesting," and it really was. He was about to suggest she keep it just in case (dark times they lived in, and such), but she threw it away and he kept his morbid thoughts to himself. She'd probably be happier that way, anyway.

"Very hippie," he grinned for a moment at the bright colours. "Sort of fits you..." he paused, taking in his instructions, "Obnoxious, silly, or hippie. I can do that." Blake scanned the pictures slowly, pulling out one of them, in which Melody was proudly looking upon her 'creation,' when she had dressed up Blake in the craziest, most colorful, unique clothes he had ever seen. "This one good?"

[melody_renault]

Melody bit her lip to keep from bursting out into laughter. Yes, sadly, that picture DID fit Blake perfectly, and she knew him well enough to know that his statement wasn't sarcasm. Come to think of it, he was rarely sarcastic, if at all! It just so happened that his flat voice and deadpan expression usually made him sound sarcastic. Melody found it rather funneh. With an EH.

"You know," she said brightly, spreading out sheets of stickers and tubes of glitter glue, "scrapbooking is an extension of your personality. I bet I could analyse your persona by looking at a page you've made. I once analysed Noah Ogilvy's persona by asking him to name a color! Ever done that? Quite enlightening." Now she was rambling. She clamped a hand over her own mouth to shush herself, and gestured at the mighty pile of supplies. "So. Go ahead. Grab some stuff, arrange it a bit...see what you come up with!" And she watched Blake curiously, cringing inwardly as she realised he might go for something like...gray paper. "Er, try to think HAPPY," she added, shuffling through her collection of moving photos (in all of which Blake was being awkward and she was being silly).

"Ah." She took Blake's photo choice from his hand and nodded approvingly at it. "You look ready to go to Woodstock or protest the Vietnam War. BRILLIANT. I rather liked that tie-dye peace sign shirt. Didn't you?"

[blakebyrd]

"Analyze my persona, huh?" Blake shrugged, and started to look through the papers himself. "Why not? No, haven't done it myself, but I've picked up a few things from watching you do it to me all those times," he smiled. It was funny, really, that she brought up that he should try to be happy - he liked gray, gray was nice, and he was about to pick out a sheet of that nice-looking gray paper before her comment convinced him against it. Whoops. Blake rested his hand on his chin as he looked at the papers again.

"I liked the look of it, but I would never have worn it out in public," Blake said truthfully, as always. He liked going unnoticed, a lot of times, and wearing that shirt in this decade would not have helped with that. "Ah," he said, pleased, and pulled out a sheet of pale and almost washed-out looking cornflower blue, "Paper."

It had darker shades of the same colour impressed on the edges for a nice border - not too fancy, but he liked it. And Blake was then struck with a feeling that Melody WOULD be able to read his personality from whatever he made. Pictures, he reminded himself next, and immediately began searching. "I remember this too," Blake picked up one where he was with his guitar, strumming away and intent on his movements, and Melody was right next to him - far more free, moving back and forward and giggling slightly every time she bumped into him. She must have reaaally gotten good with the self-timer on her camera, Blake thought somewhat amusedly.

[melody_renault]

"That tie-dye shirt, Blake, was amazing. You should wear things like that more often, you know. Get rid of that jean jacket for once? Um, not meaning to be rude, but uh, do you recall a day when you didn't wear that jacket of yours?"

Melody noticed the way Blake's eyes were drawn to a sheaf of gray paper and cringed again, though she wasn't surprised in the least. Er...maybe it wasn't a bad thing, really...maybe it meant he was down-to-earth? And...mature? Er, she'd certainly rather him pick gray paper than paper covered in bright pink flowers or something. Now THAT would be odd. And a thousand other adjectives she didn't really want to voice.

"Gray...ah, gr-gray's nice--" she awkwardly started to say, but when Blake brandished a blue sheet instead, Melody quickly covered and announced brightly, "but blue is EVEN BETTER. Lovely choice, Blake." She peered down at the particular shade of blue. "I don't remember buying this colour," she said curiously, choosing to leave out her thought that she wouldn't buy this kind of tired, washed-out looking colour, anyway. "Er...you didn't happen to buy this paper yourself, did you? 'Cause if you didn't, I..." she scratched her head, thinking. "...I must be doing so many things at once that half the things I do slip my mind. Odd."

She shrugged and dropped the attempt to remember. "Ah well!" And using the orange and green paper for herself, arranged several photos around nicely. After a moment's consideration, she grabbed a pair of scissors and cut said photos into weird blobby shapes. "There! Oops. Ah, I seem to have amputated one of your arms." Photo-Blake appeared panicked.