Pizza dans la bouche, Belle tourna quand on lui parla aussi. Son front se leva à la vue de la jeune fille à la langue devant elle. Un petit mandrin a échappé à ses lèvres à travers la pizza qui n'a probablement pas l'air trop attirante à l'époque. Elle a posé l'assiette sur le comptoir et a mis la pizza dans sa bouche sur sa tour penchée de pizza.
**"C'est un plaisir de vous rencontrer aussi."** Belle plaisantait, souriant largement à la fille. **"Et oui, j'en ai assez. Tu veux manger avec moi?"** Elle demanda, ramassant déjà son assiette et poussant la fille vers une table. Belle n'a jamais été une pour 'non' ou attendre...
**"Oh, et merci pour le compliment."** Elle a dit à Poppy qu'elle l'avait poussée en rigolant. Elle a trouvé une table claire et a arrêté de pousser l'étranger à prendre place. Déjà en train de fourrer un morceau de pizza dans sa bouche, elle a demandé à la fille de s'asseoir de l'autre côté d'elle. "Je suis Isabelle Freyone mais n'hésitez pas à m'appeler Belle."** Elle s'est présentée, ses yeux flirtant sur le côté pour regarder l'agitation qui se passe avec le gars de l'ombre. Elle a cligné, les regardant avant de se tourner pour chercher son étrange nouvel ami à l'avance. Ce n'est qu'à présent que Belle regarda activement la fille. Les cheveux blonds tenus dans un lapin en désordre ont encadré son visage. Une peau douce et radieuse a fait paraître ses yeux bleus doux et chauds et ses lèvres tonifiées de pêche s'épanouissent et s'embrassent.
- Elle serait ravissante de peindre... - Belle a pensé à elle-même de façon décontractée.
En fait. Une telle beauté est rarement vue pour ce qu'elle est vraiment._ Muse a répondu de nulle part.
Aimiez-vous votre sieste?
C'était très joli. Comme cette fille avant toi. Quel est son nom?_
Je ne sais pas encore.
_Découvrez! Je dois connaître le nom de cette beauté. Je pense que c'est peut-être notre nouvelle muse, ma chère._
C'est ce que j'essayais de faire, Muse!
**"Et vous êtes?"** Elle demanda aux yeux brun foncé de fouiller le visage de la fille.
**Name:** Isabelle "Belle" Freyone
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**Age:** 17
**Gender:** Female
**Personality:** Belle is known to be the loner. She does enjoy the company of others, but for whatever reason she will often times run off on her own to do her own thing. Not much is known about what she does but all know that it usually has something to do with the fine arts. She will often times lock herself up in her room to work on something, or even one of the classrooms, and will stay there for days.
**Talent:**
_Fine Arts_: Belle is what one would call a crazed artist. Whether it's painting, drawing, music, or literature, Belle has dabbled in it all. She will often times become 'enlightened' by her 'Muse' and leave suddenly to go work on something.
_Muse_: Belle has an imaginary friend she calls Muse who talks to her and gives her ideas. He's mostly just a voice inside her head but sometimes he appears to give her characters inspiration or inspiration for a drawing, or a music piece.
**Ability:**
_Paint/Sing_: Belle can use paint, ink, or her voice to inspire an emotion. She throws paint/ink onto someone and they suddenly are overcome by a certain emotion, be it sadness, fear or happiness. She can also do this through song. (Credit to idea goes to my good friend 'FaithRose')
_Listen_: Belle has very good ears and can hear whether or not someone is being honest. She can use this skill, along with another similar skill, to ascertain the intentions of someone.
_Heart's Song_: Belle can feel/hear the heart's song of the people around her. Through this, she can know if someone is sad, happy, or feeling vindictive. She can also hear these songs from anywhere in the school within about a 5 mile radius. Sometimes it can be a blessing and sometimes a curse and she finds it very hard to zero in on a certain song.
**Bio:**
Belle grew up in an abusive home. She, herself, was never physically abused but she definitely was mentally abused in many ways. Her father was an alcoholic and would often beat her mother and blame Belle for it, saying she was the reason he had to do this to her.
The only way Belle was able to cope was when she ran away from home. That day, she found an abandoned home with books, art and writing aplenty. There, she met Him, her Muse. He stood in the door way, standing tall like a King and greeted her. He played games with her, made her feel like a princess. They played and played and played. That day, her parents found her, but since she has found ways to sneak out to this place and play with her Muse. Eventually, he even followed her home.
Since, Belle has been shipped off to Wales, to attend a school her grandfather suggested to her mother. She, and Muse, seem to like there but tend to keep to themselves for the most part.
**Other:**
Belle dislikes technology and will avoid it if at all possible but she does use a laptop for some of her writing and has a cell phone for practical purposes.