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[Renaissance Bennet]

Rena sat in the sand, curling and uncurling her toes. Her eyes were hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses that ate up almost all of her face. Her body, long, bony, and catlike, was strung out on the shore in a black bikini and a puke pink wraparound skirt. Her hair, a shade sharper than the pukepink skirt - atomic pink, she called it - was pulled out of her face into a bun. She was always one for lounging on the beach with a fruity drink. She just loved the class of it. She never burned, nor did she ever tan. Thanks to her mother's Dutch blood, wouldn't ya know?

She nestled her bright blue drink into the sand, knowing that when she picked it up again it would be grainy and pasty from the sweat on the glass mushing with the sand on the ground. She didn't care, it added to the experience. She stretched her hands out above her head, and stretched her ribcage casually. She felt her back pop once, twice, three tiems before it silenced itself.

It was days like these that she wished her mom was here, or Marnie. This kind of shit was meant to be treasured by those you love. The kind of days when the sky was a flawless blue, and that air was warm and not humid.

She took her glasses off, and rested them on her stomach, blinking and looking at the horizon, listening to the waves crash gently on the shore.

She stood up, and took off the skirt, revealing her bottoms, which had skulls on her ass. She put the glasses in the skirt, kicked off her chunky flip flops. She began walking towards the water, which would surely freeze her bony ass off. She got into it knee-deep, and untied her hair, she began soaking it by getting handfuls of water, and rubbing it into her black and pink locks. She smiled, then dove quickly in the water, fully submurged. She stood up again, soaked and cooled. Little beads of water formed on her eye lashes, and beads of water slipped from her bangs. She looked up at the shore, her eyes calm and cool.

[Kaine Andrews]

'I won't suffer, be broken, get tired, or wasted
Surrender to nothing, or give up what I
Started and stopped it, from end to beginning
A new day is coming, and I am finally free'

Kaine perched on the rocks, his bare feet dangling over the limestone's edge, his black skull converses, along with his socks tucked inside, where placed beside him. Clad in black skinny jeans, a blue superman shirt, and a black zip up hoodie whose hood was now up over his head, now covering Kaine's pale face, protecting him from the suns raise. Kaine burned, not tanned - burned, easily. Just like his mother. So he made it a point to spend as little time in the beach sun as possible although it was a beautiful day and the white foam floated above the sea's calm waves.

'I would have kept you, forever, but we had to sever
It ended for both of us, faster than a
Kill off this thinking, it's starting to sink in
I'm losing control now, and without you I can finally see'

In his left hand Kaine held his silver apple ipod nano which was currently playing 30 seconds to mars - attack, his right hand was stuffed in his pocket casually flicking his neon green lighter only slightly burning his hoodie pocket from time to time. It was on old hoodie anyway.

Today, he decided to skip lessons, he didn’t much care for a double dose of calculus and he wasn't feeling all that up for just under seven hours of sitting in uninteresting rooms, listening to teachers, speaking of uninteresting things to him at this current moment in time. The beginning of his senior year was a depressing one at that, and Kaine had not a clue why. Why was he suddenly thinking more and more about his sisters? Why was he suddenly thinking about going back to the house he was abused in? Why was he suddenly feeling so alone in this cruel and brutal world?

Sighing Kaine looked up from the golden sand below the rock he was sitting on top of and out to the sea. The image of his sisters bedroom flashed in his mind. The dark teal walls covered in painted on fish, seaweed, deep see divers, and even the occasional hidden mermaid. Tiffany and Abby were crazy about the ocean. They loved the idea of there being merpeople. Kaine wondered if they still loved that kind of stuff. If they still did he wanted to take them both deep sea diving on day. One day when they were finally together.

[Renaissance Bennet]

Rena's eyes landed on the boy who seemed to be staring out into nowhere. Now, Rena usually ran with a pretty shitty crowd, and most of all of them looked like zombies, but that boy, the one on the rocks and the hoodie, looked as if he were born out of snow then kept in the dark for all of his life. Suddenly feeling naked, awkward, and out of place, she started towards her skirt, towel, and sunglasses.

"Stupid fucking wading," Rena snapped, pushing her legs through the water. Her feet kept getting sucked into the mud-like sand beneath them, and the water was pushing against her legs, making it harder - and more conspicuous - to escape to the safety of her ambiguity.

All of her hopes crashed and burned when she felt something swim around her ankle. She yelped, and tried running out of the water, which only made her fall into the water, yelping even more, and thrashing around. Oh god oh god oh god. She had blown her cover, nooooow she was fucked.

Then she began to think. Why was she even making such a big deal of this in the--

O-OH MY GOD! THERE IS SOMETHING IN MY HAIR! she thought. With a desperate attempt at getting whatever was in her mane out, she launched out of the water, and started jumping up and down on the beach, screeching and combing her hands through her hand, trying to get whatever it was out.

She finally got the culprit - a piece of seaweed - out and in her hands. Ashamed, and embarassed, Rena reverted to being nasty when she noticed the boy was looking at her curiously.

"Yeah, well what the fuck are you looking at, whitey?!" she shouted. She had never felt so stupid in her life, and screaming at that kid only made her feel worse. She looked up at him, and said, "Uh, sorry," rather abruptly.

[Kaine Andrews]

Looking down at his silver ipod nano Kaine switched the song from 30 seconds to mars - attack to hawthorne heights - silver bullet. The song lyrics rang in his ears. Music was Kaine anit-drug. Besides his art, music was the only thing that made Kaine feel a little less like a zombie. His art and his music made him feel connected to the world. Those things made him forget his past and made him reside in his on little world where he could be vaguely happy.

'Tonight, we fly away so high.
Our first full moon sky.

I'll breathe you in,
I won't let you down,
I won't hold you back,
I won't make a sound'

Turning his head back towards the open water Kaine noticed a new body in the waves... his attention was drawn to her even more as this person jumped up out of the water, squealing and thrashing about, pulling at parts of her hair. Kaine raised his eyebrow before squinting his eyes to see a little more closely the person who seemed to be trying to get a clump of seaweed out of her hair, which to his liking was a brilliant shade hot magenta, like hot pink only so much cooler, and black. He wondered what color her hair was naturally.. black? blonde?

Abundant curiosity was on of Kaine's flaws.

The girl stepped out of the water and moved over to where she was previously sitting, with her towel, rose pink skirt, and other things people brought to the beach for a nice day out. Kaine cocked his head to the side as he noticed the girl looking towards him. She snapped. Kaine, embarrassed that the girl caught him staring, but how could you not stare at a girl who was jumping about and screaming franticly on a beach?

"Sorry." Kaine said as his eyes diverted back to his silver apple ipod. He didn’t want to be a nuisance to the girl. He switched his ipod off, removing his earphones, and placed it in his pocket, "It's okay." He said taking his converses in one hand and jumping down off the rock.

[Renaissance Bennet]

She saw the boy jump down from the rocks. She quickly wrapped her skirt around her again, and picked up her blue dirnk, and tossed the rest of it back. The vodka in it made her throat burn all the way down.

Rena, being who she was, felt embarassed and ashamed for her behavior. And feeling that way, she walked up to the boy. He had delicate features, and skin paler than she thought at first glance. His fingernails were painted black, and his ears were filled with earphones that led to a silver iPod. A pair of converse was clutched in his hand, and he just looked over alll beautiful. Nothing like Rena had ever seen, or spoken with. Let alone dated - let's use the term "skinhead bastard gutterpunks" to describe her last boyfriend.

"Uhm, hey," she said sheepishly, chewing on her lower lip. Now she seemed as if she were hitting on him. Goddammit! "Sorry about screaming at you like that, it was just, uh, yeah," she said, looking at him, making eye contact, and motioning vaguely to where she was flailing around not a moment ago. "Seaweed, in my hair," she looked down at the ground, breaking eye contact. Now she was getting shy. She had forced herself to make eye contact because that was what everybody had advised her to do; make eye contact; it'll help your social skills. Make you feel better.

Bullshit.

"So, uhm, sorry about that, again," she said. Oh yeah, this conversation was going nowhere fast. She seemedlike she was hitting on him softly, she didn't like that. This boy seemed like he could give a shit about someone like her; someone ratty and out there and just plain out of it to boot. "I'm Renaissance," she said, trying to break the ice.

Oh yes, use your full name, because that's not creepy enough! she scolded herself.

[Kaine Andrews]

Kaine squished the sand in-between his toes as he walked along Sauble Beach, just ahead of them about two miles was the pier, it was too early in the day for any other lights to be on and for any of the late night music to be playing but Kaine loved to see that, it was magical at night. He felt a presence behind him. He stopped and turned to the girl who was screeching and screaming a second ago.

Kaine pulled the hood of his jacket down, so he could look properly at the girl, his jet black hair with red highlights now in view of the public - he ran his fingers through it to take away the odd shape his hood would make his hair into - and he pushed his small fringe to the side.

"No problem," Kaine reassured her, it wasn't the first time and he doubted the last, that he'd been shouted at buy a total stranger for no reason at all, "I like your hair." He said unintentionally speaking his former thoughts.

Oops. Nice going dumb ass, now she probably thinks you’re a psycho that wants to shave all her hair off and keep it in a little jar.

Kaine raised an eyebrow at the voice in his head. Sometimes that dude went a little too far. Shaking his head lightly Kaine looked back at the girl again.

"Sorry. It's just an amazing shade of pink. It's cool." Might as well keep going he though to himself as he complimented the girls hair again.

"Renaissance?" Kaine raised an eyebrow, "Dosen't that mean, like, rebirth or something?" He questioned her name. It was a strange name. Strange and unique. Kaine liked uniqueness.

"I'm Kaine."

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[Renaissance Bennet]

Rena smiled softly, then touched a lock of her hair. She never really got complimented on it; most of the time people insulted her, and were just plain out nasty. They all thought her hair was weird.

Rena noticed the red streaks in the boy's, Kaine's, hair. "Oh, your hair is awesome. What kind of dye do you use?" she asked. She felt a little more comfortable around him now that she knew she had something in comman with him - hair dye. She studied his featues a bit. "You have amazing eyes," she commented blatantly. She didn't bother acting as if she were shy about it. She thought they were amazing.

She looked in the direction in which Kaine was headed. "Going to the peir?" she asked him.

Sorry, I had no muse =[

[Kaine Andrews]

"Umm... Nope. At least, I don't think I'm going to the pier today." Kaine told Renaissance as he walked along the beach a little more, wishing he'd picked up his sunglasses in his dorm room before he left, but Kaine wasn't even sure where he wanted to go today. He just went where his feet took him and that turned out to be Sauble beach, "Urr... I think its called lano- no. landacolor... I'm not sure." He answered her question languidly drawing a squiggly line in the sand with his big toe.

He blushed a little at Renaissance comment about his eyes. Though Kaine didn’t think his eyes that fascinating being a dull grey-blue stormy color having people comment on them was sweet. He never really got comments, just name-calling... from Chris mostly. But he accepted it and learned to deal with the name-calling. Though there was one memory stuck in his head for a long time to do with his hair and it involved Chris. It was the day he just dyed his hair red. Kaine loved it. It was different from the usual black he used to have. When he got home his mom was already out at work, his twin sisters where in the bath, and his moms most recent boyfriend, Chris, was sitting in the family room watching TV with a beer in hand. Kaine had tried his best to just get in and get to his room, but that plain only worked on days where Chris was either to drunk or to tired to move.

Anyway, When Kaine passed the doorway to the main room Chris' voice came bellowing out ordering him to come into the room. He did. Chris laughed at Kaine's hair. Chris called him a fag and a queer for dyeing his hair. Kaine was about to leave the room when Chris grabbed his by the arm and twisted it, pushing his up against the wall, Chris spat abuse into Kaine ear and took a lighter from his pocket and began singeing bits of Kaine's hair. He was so scared that Chris was going to keep doing it and he would burn all his hair off. But he didn't. Chris let him go that night. Kaine was thrown out of the room and was told to go put his sisters to bed while Chris finished watching TV. It was one of those soft nights. One of those nights where Kaine got of with no physical damage to himself, apart from a few singed bits of hair, but that didn’t matter. It would grow back. Kaine sighed inwardly.

He hated Chris.

"So, dose everybody call you Renaissance, or do you have a nickname?" Kaine asked intrigued.

(it's okay. you don’t have to post right away. it's all about the muse, so take your time

[Renaissance Bennet]

"Nah. People call me Santzy sometimes, or Rena. My name is too damn long," she laughed. She raked her fingers through her hair, sighing tiredly. Her eyes wandered to the horizon again. It was a beautiful day - you couldn't tell where the water began and where the sky ended.

She once mroe stretched like a cat, pushing her arms high above her head, and craking her spine three mroe times. She stopped stretching, and looked forlornly at her empty glass. It was shaped like a bell-flower, and she wanted another one. She bet her tongue was still blue from the first one.

She looked over at Kaine, who seemed like he would rather be anywhere else in the world but here. "Two socially awkward people don't make for a good time, do they?" she laughed. "Wanna go get a drink? This things are trippy ass hell - and they taste amazing." She motioned to the glass in her hand.

[Kaine Andrews]

"Do you mind if I call you Rena? Yeah, your name is pretty long. And it's just plain pretty too." Kaine ended the request goofily with that comment. But it was the truth. He sighed softly and played with the zip on his hoodie, it was a warm day and the sun was shining predominantly through the clouds, but Kaine didn’t want to take his hoodie off. He was a modest person... and sometimes even a hater of his own body. Hearing some sort cracks Kaine looked over at Renaissance and saw her stretching to the skies her taught and toned body tensing as she seemed to be growing taller and teller when she stretched. Kaine looked away. He didn’t want to seem the pervert.

Kaine did like to admire the human body. That's why he took anatomy. Most of his photographs where of the human anatomy, of people, single shots and group. Renaissance was one of the bodies on the earth that was most likely mad for men - and even women - to worship. Renaissance's body was thin and lofty. Her skin was a pale milk colour and her hair was a brilliant stand out point.. that and her coffee colored eyes. He would love for her to be in a photograph of his sometime. Or maybe Renaissance wasn't one for being photographed?

"I'm not much of a drinker. But sure." Kaine agreed.

He wasn't a fan of alcohol because it was always a problem of his mothers. Being an alcoholic. He did not want to turn out like her. But one drink couldn’t hurt, right? Kaine looked towards Renaissance again and smiled a small smile.

[Renaissance Bennet]

Rena burst out laughing, her eyes lighting up. She covered her mouth with a hand, and calmed down. She didn't want to seem like she was making fun of him - she wasn't. "Oh, no no no no no! These don't have liquor in them, just juice," she said, smiling reassuringly at him. "It's too hot for liquor, and I'll get sick if I drink in the heat," she added, trying not to seem like some sort of ditzy drunk.

Yes, she liked drinking, and yes she did it often, but she didn't get drunk. She didn't want to end up like her father, drunk and moping in his own self-pity. She reverted to the comment about her name and blushed. No one called her name pretty - interesting, but not pretty. "Yeah, I don't mind. Besides, I don't expect you going around calling me Renaissance all the time, that'd be a mouthful."

She looked around for the stand she had gotten her drink from, and found it, about five hundred feet away. She ditched the old plastic cup in a garbage can; she was never much for littering.

She noticed Kaine looked like he was hot, but he didn't take his jacket off. She frowned. "Are you gonna take your jacket off? You look like you're going to get heatstroke," she said, sounding concerned. It wasn't often she met people whom she could identify with, and he was one of them. She didn't want him to turn into a vegatable because of a heat stroke.

[Kaine Andrews]

Kaine raised his eyebrow as Renaissance abruptly as she burst out laughing. Did he say something wrong? He blinked and looked around him as if Renaissance had seen something to make her laugh.. nothing he saw could possible make him laugh.. that is nothing but rocks, sand, and sea really. Kaine looked back at Renaissance as she seemed to have clamed down. The he was told why she laughed so unexpectedly.

"Oh.. jeez, I'm sorry. It's just I've seen things just like that but the mixture involves vodka..." Kaine fumbled with his skull converses. He was embarrassed at his stupidity, "I wasn't calling you an alcoholic or anything." Kaine's mind came to a halt. Rewound. Played back what he had just said. Rewound again. Played back what he had just said once more. Oh god.

"I mean.. not that you are one. It's perfectly fine to... uhm... I mean just because you... I..." Kaine was digging himself a deeper grave in the sand. All that was needed now was a rainbow windmill to stick on top of the sand when Renaissance had buried him alive, "I should just shut up now."

Kaine looked up from his converse in his hand and shrugged a little, "I'm not that hot." He lied.. kinda. He wasn't too hot, he could still take maybe two or three more digit rises in the temperature, but he was warm in his hoodie.