No One Mourns the Wicked ,, Dallas

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/FrIVr.png); width:410px; padding:10px,bTable][STYLE=background-color:#D1DCDC; border:1px #282828 dotted; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; color:#282828; padding:3px; width:280px; margin-top:15px; margin-bottom:15px; overflow:auto; height:216px]Anyone else might have thought Mikaela’s suggestion was logical, but to Dallas it was ludicrous. With inflation a pack of cigarettes didn’t cost as much as it used to. That and the fact that the things were a major health hazard led Dallas to use them sparingly. So with a small snort he shook his head to discredit Mikaela’s suggestion. “Not worth the trouble. Do you know how bad those things are for your lungs? I could get cancer or lung disease,” he reasoned. His reasoning was rather hypocritical, and considering the habits that he indulged in regularly Dallas had a lot more to worry about then lung disease. Kidney failure, for instance, or respiratory collapse. Did he care? Not at all. There were certain measures he took to keep his health in line, but just like everyone else Dallas thought he was invincible, an approach to life that would be sure to bite him in the ass sooner or later. For someone who was so insensitive to the rest of the world, Dallas felt strangely accomplished that he was able to offer Mikaela a helping hand through the obstacles she faced. Maybe it was because he could see that she was a fighter and not someone who laid down on the tracks and let life run her over. Whatever the reason it was a good change from bringing someone’s world crashing around their shoulders. Almost. Mikaela’s question was certainly disarming. No one had ever really taken the time to inquire about his own wants and needs. No one seemed to care except for maybe a few close friends but those were few and far between. But maybe they had a reason not to care. Dallas starred in blockbuster movies, was capable of flying across the world at a whim’s notice, and he was basically a household name. From the perspective of the media and damned near everybody else, someone of his stature had no right to be unsatisfied. So Dallas was appreciative of Mikaela’s interest, but at the same time it brought his mind back to a place he often tried to avoid. “Anywhere but where I am,” he said finally. “The road I’m on is dry and cracked. It’s missing the light.” A thin layer of glaze settled over his dark eyes as his mind abandoned his body, drifting somewhere far away. “Without it I’m bound to hit a dead end sooner or later.” You could have everything in the world you ever wanted, but without love it would all be worthless. This was the everyday story of Dallas’ life. [/style](TAGS) cookie as mikaela (WORDS) 432 (OUTFIT) click (NOTES) soo i tried to make him sound all mysterious and philosophical... -fail- >_> (LYRICS) if you can't beat them by queen (CREDS) template by oxymoron! of back to neverland

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[MIKAELA JHENÉ MENENDEZ]

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For the most part, Mikaela knew what she wanted. She wanted to be accepted in Hollywood as a talented actress despite her past. She wanted to become an A-lister and an Oscar winner. And more than anything, she wanted to be able to buy her mom a house in an effort to give back for all of the sacrifices her mother has made for her. These were lofty goals and sometimes she wasn’t sure if she could achieve them. Mikaela was confident in her abilities but wasn’t sure if people would buy into what she had to offer. So far she’d fared well and hopefully this new manager, whoever it was, would be the boost she needed to get some bigger roles without having to do anything questionable for it. How she landed her first role was still a secret. She hadn’t intended for the incident to occur. In fact, that day, Mikaela showed up at the studio with every intention of auditioning like all of the other girls. However, things took a turn when director Jack Bailey made her an offer that she was too desperate to refuse. Mikaela shook the memory from her mind and focused on what Dallas was saying.

Though she didn’t quite understand them, there was something about his words that saddened her. Perhaps it was the uncertainty they held. A man of his age with all that he’d accomplished was still walking through life feeling unfulfilled. She watched him withdraw from their conversation, his eyes seeming empty and hollow. Mikaela could tell that Dallas was somewhere else. There was a chance that if she asked more questions she’d only succeed in pushing his buttons. However, Mikaela’s interested was piqued and she couldn’t resist pressing for more information, not because she was being nosy, but because she had a genuine interest in all that he had to say and a desire to gain more from his unexpected wisdom. “But what is your light?” Mikaela couldn’t help but to stare at him, wondering where exactly his mind had gone.

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[dan]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/FrIVr.png); width:410px; padding:10px,bTable][STYLE=background-color:#D1DCDC; border:1px #282828 dotted; text-align:justify; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; color:#282828; padding:3px; width:280px; margin-top:15px; margin-bottom:15px; overflow:auto; height:216px]Perhaps under any other circumstance Dallas wouldn’t have conceded to questions prying deeper into his mind, but he was presently too distracted to notice or to be bothered by Mikaela’s inquisition. It was not a question of what the light in his life had been, but rather a question of who: a woman of the past who still weaved in and out of his life with the elusiveness of a chipmunk skittering through undergrowth. “I’m sure you’re familiar with her. You may have heard about her through the grapevine,” Dallas replied with a soft, half-humored snort. Their relationship had been exploited through the media: tabloids, magazines, gossip blogs and television shows that kept up with all of the latest celebrity gossip. From the time they’d first started dating, to the many makeups and breakups thereafter, including a marriage followed by a divorce a year later. No matter how much Dallas tried to force out the cameras and paparazzi, they were always bustling into his life and prying their noses into his love life as much as they possibly could. It was frustrating enough having to endure a turbulent relationship without being under the watchful eye of the public; the media’s involvement and the negative backlash they dished out only made it worse. “Magdalena,” he confirmed. “We haven’t been the most conventional couple. We’ve had our share of ups and downs.” Not everything had been Lena’s fault and Dallas knew it. He’d played his role in the conflicts they’d had and on a few occasions he’d been the reason she left. But he’d finally managed to pull himself together after he realized that he didn’t want her to keep coming and going. He couldn’t handle it and he knew he needed her around. So he proposed to her with the intention of being the best that he could be for her so he wouldn’t lose her for good. But for whatever reason it still hadn’t been enough for her and she’d left him again. It was an endless cycle they went through and he realized it, but it never stopped him from going after her time and time again. “With her, I’m like a moth drawn to a flame.” [/style](TAGS) cookie as mikaela (WORDS) 369 (OUTFIT) click (NOTES) 20th Dallas post!! HELLZ YEAH!!! =DD (LYRICS) if you can't beat them by queen (CREDS) template by oxymoron! of back to neverland

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[MIKAELA JHENÉ MENENDEZ]

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Aside from her career, Mikaela had no motivations in life. Her only goal was to be a successful actress. Many women Mikaela’s age had dreams of marriages and families, but she didn’t think that was in the cards for her. It wasn’t necessarily that she didn’t want those things. Who wouldn’t want irrevocable love and affection from someone for the rest of their lives? Considering everything that Mikaela had been through and all of the choices she’s made, marriage just didn’t seem like a reality. It’s not something she made a priority on her list of goals and accomplishments and she was okay with that. The same went for children. Mikaela thought kids were adorable, but she just didn’t see herself successfully raising children. Becoming a mother wasn’t anywhere on her radar. Many might have considered it sad or that Mikaela was condemning herself to an unfulfilled life of loneliness. However, Mikaela saw it as an opportunity to do whatever she wanted however she wanted for as long as she wanted. It wasn’t the life that everyone hoped for but she could live with it. So far so good.

Mikaela nodded her head as Dallas talked about his relationship with Magdelena. She only knew of the tortured dysfunctional love that the media portrayed them to be. Love had a way of trapping you in dangerous game, often convincing you that you were better off tortured and hurt than alone. She’d made that mistake once and vowed never to do it again. With Ethan, despite knowing that he hurt her more than anyone else could, despite the fact that there were times that they hated each other, Mikaela was so wrapped up in believing that she needed him that she put up with all the pain that came with their relationship. For most of the relationship, the bad outweighed the good, but still she stayed because she thought she was in love. Never again would she allow someone to be her light, but Mikaela completely understood where Dallas was coming from. Had Ethan not been arrested, Mikaela probably would have still been consumed by their obsessive, controlling, and violent relationship. It was the arrest, seeing him in prison, that had been her wakeup call. Maybe Dallas needed a wakeup call. “I know what that is like. But we’re not flame resistant, you know? We can only take so many burns before we’re completely destroyed.”

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