"This is Beth Anderson. I cannae come to the phone right now, so just leave a message and I'll get to it when I can. If this is Riley... you can still leave a message you silly bastard."


[Leave an OOC note if you want the mun]

Take a picture of yourself right now.
Don't change your clothes, don't fix your hair--just take a picture.
Post that picture with NO editing.
Post these instructions with your picture.

( Here you go then... )

It still counts from a few hours ago, aye? I cannae do much better. Thank Keiran for the photo.

[Co-written with dublinbass | Follows THIS and THIS]

Riley had been right. The Irishman definitely had a style of his own, and Beth liked it. Most of the audience had been glued to Tab, the petite redhead more than keeping them interested with her vocals and music. Beth, on the other hand, had been watching Keiran. She'd found herself moving to the rhythm of the songs, even enticing Riley into a bit of a dance as she enjoyed the show. She was finally letting her hair down for the first time in a long time.

It felt like ages since she'd smiled so much. When the show ended, Riley'd left her with a kiss on the cheek and went to talk to his twin sister and the boyfriend. Even the drummer made a beeline straight for a blonde. Although Riley's girlfriend wasn't here, it still seemed like Beth was suddenly in the middle of Noah's Ark.

Her lips twisted into a wry smile and her blue eyes followed Keiran as he went up to the bar. She smoothed down her top and adjusted her jeans before she went after him, and took the stool beside him. "Great gig. Buy you a drink?"

So maybe it wasn't Riley introducing them, but she figured she was a big girl and could do it herself. Maybe she'd even come clean to Keiran a bit later about how she already knew who he was.

( She caught Keiran's attention right before his order was about to fall from his lips and he turned to her with a smile. )


Beth Anderson (& Keiran Fitzpatrick)
Original Character
Words: 3262

pullmysteth, asinthecity, notskywalker, drcampbell, doctortara referenced with permission

BASICS
1. Start Time – Seven.
2. Name - Beth Christina Anderson.
3. Astrology sign – Cancer/Leo cusp.
4. Gender – Female.
5. Eye color – Blue-green.
6. Favorite color - Blue.
7. Glasses – Sometimes.
8. Tattoos - None.
9. Birthday – July 22nd 1983.
11. Sibling's name(s) – Nay siblings, nay names.

( How long does one meme want to take? )

12. Don’t say morning’s come // don’t say it’s up to me
(Tori Amos – ‘Sugar’)



“What’s going on between you and Riley?”

With one question Beth was reminded just why bring her mother along to the real estate agent had been a bad idea. She loved her Mum, but she didn’t need a question like that. Not while she was so desperately trying not to just blurt out ‘Riley might be HIV positive, but I still want to jump him!’. She rubbed at her forehead as she looked away, and willed her agent to come back.

“Nothing, Mum. We’re back together, I told you that.”

She could feel Alice bore a hole in the back of her head as her mother tried to analyse her every move and the tone of her voice, and probably the way her hair was done. “You’ve nay said a thing about what’s been going on in Princeton besides all the tragedy Lachlan and his lass are going through. It’s all very sad, but you’re our daughter. We care about what you’re going through. Are you eating okay? Do you have a place to live? Have you even got a job, yet?”

“Aye, I’m eating fine. I’m living with Riley, and I’ve had a few interviews. I’m waiting to hear.” Beth shifted in her seat and crossed her legs over. Had she really been avoiding talking about herself? It wasn’t like she wasn’t used to giving weekly reports to her parents about everything that was going on, so what had changed?

( She’d felt guilty ever since she’d set foot in Princeton. )


Beth Anderson
Original Character
Words: 846

pullmysteth, drcampbell referenced with permission

4.5. "Sex COULD kill you. Do you know what the human body goes through when you have sex? Pupils dilate, arteries constrict, core temperature rises, heart races, blood pressure skyrockets, respiration becomes rapid and shallow, the brain fires bursts of electrical impulses from nowhere to nowhere, and secretions spit out of every gland, and the muscles tense and spasm like you're lifting three times your body weight. It's violent. It's ugly. And it's messy. And if God hadn't made it UNBELIEVABLY fun, the human race would have died out eons ago."
| House, M.D.

( Beth Anderson was an affectionate drunk. )


Beth Anderson
Original Character
Words: 604

pullmysteth used with permission.

Beth sat on Riley's couch, her camera bag open and bits of equipment scattered around her and on the coffee table. She was cleaning her SLR, something methodical to do. Something she could control. It had been good seeing Lachlan's parents again. She was emotionally exhausted though. Just watched the court case had her on edge, so she could only imagine how Lachlan himself felt.

Then there was Riley. Riley who's apartment she'd somehow found her way back into. She still felt like an intruder even if they seemed to be... She didn't know what they were doing. They'd had sex, and there seemed to be an understanding between them. She just didn't know what the understanding was. She was pretty sure they weren't back together. They hadn't really made up, just confessed how much they'd missed each other while making love.

Beth pushed her glasses up onto her forehead and rubbed her eyes. She still felt out of place, though. Like she had no right to be here in Riley's apartment. She had to tell him she'd start looking for somewhere of her own. He needed the space, right? He should have the space. She looked up as keys jingled in the door, and sucked in a breath as she waited for Riley to enter. Why did seeing Riley make her so nervous?