| rdfs:comment | - Beauty is the name of a Wyrm that Jame discovers in Tentir. While poisonous and corrosive, it seems friendly, and even playful. It undergoes a metamorphosis and takes a form of a huge caterpillar. After one more change, it turns into a graceful, winged shadow.
- Beauty is a Trainer Class introduced in Generation I. They vary in appearance between generations, but are generally depicted with revealing tops and shorts or short skirts, and accessories such as purses and earrings. Beauties can be found as apprentice trainers in the Celadon City Gym, the Goldenrod City Gym, the Sootopolis City Gym, the Eterna City Gym and the, Nimbasa City Gym.
- Beauty is a single by Amara, released on March 26, 2015 as the fourth single from Amara's album Flashing Lights. The original version features rapper JayDee, but the single version omits his rap and only features Amara. The long awaited music video for the song was released April 19, 2015.
- Beauty is the second princess known in New Jersey. She is portrayed by Zora.
- Beauty is a gold Fire lizard that bonded with Menolly during the Ninth Pass.
- Beauty is the sixth episode of Garo. It features the debut of Rei Suzumura aka The Silver Fanged Knight, Zero.
- Beauty is a spell.
- The statues made by Beauty during the 2011 Hallowe'en event. Demon Statue.png Spider Statue.png Dragon Statue.png Glacor statue.png Skeleton statue.png
- You can use the box below to create new pages for this mini-wiki. preload=Beauty/preload editintro=Beauty/editintro width=25 a wiki about anything make a woman beautiful.
- Beauty (ビュティ, Byuti) is the fictional heroine of the anime/manga Bobobo-bo Bo-bobo. She is powerful but very quick-tempered.
- Beauty was born in a small cavern in a cliff near the Dragon Stones near Half-Circle Sea Hold in the 7th Year of the ninth Pass. She was almost immediately impressed by Menolly who fed her spiderclaws moments after her hatching along with eight other fire-lizards who are her brothers and sisters. She lived with Menolly in that cave for a number of months before she moved to Harper Hall along with Menolly. Since then she has been used by Menolly and other Harpers, most prominently Sebell for numerous purposes including guarding people, leading other fire-lizards and delivery messages. She currently lives with Menolly and Sebell at Harper Hall.
- Being the cosmetic appearance of the Character, this Statistic will determine whether the first response of ordinary persons, before the Character has a chance to speak to them, will be attraction or repulsion. The abbreviation for Beauty is given as "BE". Derived Statistics: Reaction Modifier - This is the superficial and sadly inevitable response which may be occasioned by one's physical appearance. The Character receives this bonus, or penalty, upon his or her first meeting with any "Non-Playing Character".
- Beauty is the fourth boss of the Blackrock Caverns, and can be found waiting in her lair[[:File:|[, ]]] deep in the bowels of the Caverns.
- In physics, beauty is a measurement of bonability. A few fine examples would be Audrey Hepburn, sunsets, thin girls, and women with orange skin. It is somewhat analogous to charge, in that the more beauty a woman has, the more money will be charged to a man's credit card. This analogy is not perfect, as detailed below.
- The Mrs. Smallville Beauty Pageant is being held, with contestant Holly Gehrig be threatened into quitting. Two suspects are mother and daughter, Brenda and Rachel. Shortly after, Pete goes missing.
- Beauty ist ein Alien im Gestalt einer übergroßen Maus, die Happy Beauty und Beauty Shop leitet. Sie plant durch die beiden Sachen eine Dominanz der großen Frauen, ebenso profitiert sie durch Geld und die Möglichkeiten, die sie erhält. Beauty plant auch eine Trennung von Frauen und hofft, dass Besucher ihrer Geschäfte arrogant werden. Pro Besucher bekommt ihr Planet mehr und mehr Reichtum.
- Beauty refers to the self-defense reaction in the brain when too much visual input causes a chemical reaction in one's brain. It releases some of the built up joy, love, and narcotics that almost all of us have in reserve in our Brainial Adrenaline Sacs. It is sometimes colloquially referred to as "eye-candy" due to its sugary nature. When one experiences beauty, their judgement is clouded with happiness and contentment. The victim is torn away from the comfortable, cold, indifferent reality that is most familiar to the human mind. In extreme cases, rapture, catharsis, or even decisions can occur.
- thumb|Beauty Bobobo la rescató de los Cazadores de Pelo. De todos los acompañantes de Bobobo a lo largo de su aventura, es la única que parece estar cuerda. Sufre viendo todas las tonterías que hacen constantemente la gente con la que va, y tiene algo de mal genio. No posee ningún poder, y no llega a luchar nunca. Su seiyū en japon es Ai Nonaka
- Beauty or Beautiful Woman was a clinic patient in the Season 3 episode One Day, One Room. She was portrayed by actress Kristen Glass. Gregory House was stuck in the clinic on orders of Lisa Cuddy, but became very disruptive because he was bored. In order to make a game out of treating patients, Cuddy offered him ten dollars for every patient House diagnosed without touching them. House was up $20 when he was directed to the examination room. He saw the patient, a beautiful young woman. He looked dismayed, closed the door, completed the examination, and gave Cuddy back $10 of the $20 he had won rather than go through the whole examination while not giving into temptation to touch her.
- a show by Firey. (Get the font "Eternal Call" to see coding) Note: This show shows Brownhare (Brownpaw in this show)'s life back in FireClan before he left. So I would suggest also reading Cold if you like this.
- Beauty ist ein Mensch eines unbekannten zukünftigen Jahrhunderts. Sie ist Mitglied der strafversetzten Einheit unter Captain Alice Ferrin auf Hedgewicks Welt der Wunder. Sie ist zuständig für die Kommunikation und berichtet Captain Ferrin, dass alle Geräte auf mysteriöse Weise demoliert wurden. Kategorie:Doctor Who Personen Kategorie:Militär Kategorie:Menschen eines unbekannten Jahrhunderts Kategorie:Tot Kategorie:Opfer der Cybermen
- Beauty is one of the two foreigners (the other being Dandy) meant to meet up with Yomiel at the Chicken Kitchen restaurant. Beauty has a strong sixth sense, and can sense ghosts like Sissel. While at Kamila's old house, she threatened to kill Kamila if she ever sensed Sissel near her again. Given that Dandy does virtually all the work, however, it was most likely an empty threat meant to discourage further activity.
- Beauty ist der Name verschiedener Afrikanischer Elefantenkühe, und zwar von
* Beauty, der im Zoo Ramat Gan (Israel) geborenen und im Knowsley Safaripark (England) gestorbenen Yossi-Tochter;
* Beauty, der im Zoo Safaripark Stukenbrock lebenden früheren Zirkuselefantin.
- Beauty's mother died when she was young, and her father remarried. He passed on shortly afterwards. Her stepmother had no obligation to feed or clothe her, making her work as a servant. She was forced to live in the stables behind the house.
- Beauty is the Everafter princess of the story Beauty and the Beast. She is married to the Beast though it seemed that they were going to split up after he joined the Scarlet Hand. She has a daughter with the Beast, but they only recently got her back after having sold her to Rumpelstiltskin as a baby As her name would indicate, the woman is beautiful. She is described as having amber-colored curly hair. Even though she is beautiful, it can be inferred that she is vain: Little John said that she would refuse to leave the house if there was a hair out of place, and she claims that the only things she wants is a new pair of shoes every day for the rest of her life.
- Most children mix capital and minuscule letters when they start writing at an early age, like putting capital letters where they are not supposed to be. Some also mirror letters vertically, like writing an E with the horizontal lines going left instead of right. I was not unlike other kids, except for the amount of writing. From the age of four until the age of seven, I kept a daily diary of anything I found noteworthy. KILL BEAUTY JUST DO IT In disbelief, I read the third entry through, noting the errors, and my scepticism all but evaporated. It said: DO IT NOW I WONT The next entry spelled: NO
- Schwankend stolperte sie den pfirsichfarbenen Gang des Wellnessbereiches entlang. Bunte Lichter tanzten flackernd vor ihren Augen und obwohl sie wusste, dass sie nicht real waren, hielt sie einen Moment inne, um ihre faszinierende Schönheit zu bewundern. Prompt verlor sie das Gleichgewicht, sodass ihr Oberkörper dem Boden gefährlich nahe kam. Mit den Armen rudernd, hastete sie drei schnelle Schritte nach vorne. Das Klackern Ihrer erst kürzlich gekauften, lila Poems war nun lauter, nur kurz. Vielleicht würde er jetzt auf sie stehen. Weshalb war sie nochmal hier?
- In its most profound sense, beauty may engender a salient experience of positive reflection about the meaning of one's own existence. An "object of beauty" is anything that reveals or resonates with personal meaning. Hence religious and moral teachings often focus on the divinity and virtue of beauty, and to assert natural beauty as an aspect of a spirituality and truth. The antonym of beauty is ugliness, i.e. the perceived opposite of beauty, which stimulates displeasure and engenders a deeply negative perception of the object.
- Thousands of years ago, Beauty was a kind ruler of Gehenna, a sort of crossroads between dimensions. She, however, had what you would call both a superiority and inferiority complex at the same time. She considered herself more beautiful and above the mortals that lived in her realm, yet became frightened when she felt they were becoming more beautiful than her. The only mortal she ever loved was a man by the name of Brian, for reasons unknown. He constantly reassured her that appearance didn't matter, but she wouldn't listen.
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| abstract | - Beauty is the name of a Wyrm that Jame discovers in Tentir. While poisonous and corrosive, it seems friendly, and even playful. It undergoes a metamorphosis and takes a form of a huge caterpillar. After one more change, it turns into a graceful, winged shadow.
- Beauty is a Trainer Class introduced in Generation I. They vary in appearance between generations, but are generally depicted with revealing tops and shorts or short skirts, and accessories such as purses and earrings. Beauties can be found as apprentice trainers in the Celadon City Gym, the Goldenrod City Gym, the Sootopolis City Gym, the Eterna City Gym and the, Nimbasa City Gym.
- Beauty is a single by Amara, released on March 26, 2015 as the fourth single from Amara's album Flashing Lights. The original version features rapper JayDee, but the single version omits his rap and only features Amara. The long awaited music video for the song was released April 19, 2015.
- Most children mix capital and minuscule letters when they start writing at an early age, like putting capital letters where they are not supposed to be. Some also mirror letters vertically, like writing an E with the horizontal lines going left instead of right. I was not unlike other kids, except for the amount of writing. From the age of four until the age of seven, I kept a daily diary of anything I found noteworthy. I remember filling two pages of A4 sheets the day I started. I had found a puppy in the yard outside our house, an adorable little white and ruby fur ball, and after begging my parents to let me keep it, they agreed. I gave it the sketchy name “Beauty” and, as any other normal four-year-old girl would be, I was ecstatic with glee. I had told my mom that I didn't know what to do with all the happy – at least that's how I remember it – and she had suggested that I write it down. My parents, who were both teachers, had taught me about letters through games and fun, as soon as I could focus on them, and for a four-year-old, I was really good at writing, even though my vocabulary was limited. I just didn't find it very entertaining to read or write. I had a short attention span and would always be drawn to something more fun. However, as my mom told me that it would make me remember and feel my happy all my life, I gave it a try. And I loved it. I found it was extremely fascinating that my own thoughts – as opposed to when I was being told what to write – were printed down on paper forever and ever (at least, that is how I imagined it). Then, as I mentioned earlier, I stopped writing my diaries at the age of seven. More precisely, I stopped the day Beauty died. I remember my last entry was about how awful I felt right after we had buried her, head smashed in from being struck by a car. Since then, I never felt like writing a diary entry again. As I remember it, I had found Beauty twitching and bleeding on the deserted road outside our house. I had promised to look after her for a while, but fell asleep on the couch – which was unlike me. When I woke up, it had already happened, and I have been feeling a deep guilt ever since for having failed her. Not until of the age of twenty-one did I realise that Beauty's death and my diaries were closely connected. I had always assumed that the shock of losing Beauty had made me quit, but now I'm not convinced. The day came when I decided to go through my old diaries. I was bored out of my mind and, for the first time, I overruled my reluctance to read them. I guess I was afraid of reliving the sorrow of losing Beauty that always crept in the back of my head every time I thought of my diaries. After a short search in my cramped-up basement space (I lived in a small flat in a building where all residents had a small basement space for storage), I located a medium-sized cardboard box with my old diaries inside it. After bringing them up into my flat, I sat on my bed and opened the box. I remember I felt a chill run down my spine when I first looked into it. I found nothing I wasn't expecting, yet still I felt uneasy. Again, I thought it was because I was reminded of the loss of Beauty. There were seven books of various size and thickness and a small stack of lose paper sheets. I had only gotten my first diary book when my parents realised that writing had caught on, so at first, I had written on loose, A4 paper sheets. I picked up the small stack of paper and, after reading the first few lines, I was struck by a wave of pleasant memories. I could remember the excitement and extreme glee of having gotten a puppy. The first few days of my diary were really messy and very disorganised, and I had to concentrate to figure out every other word, but it soon became easily readable and properly dated. I suspect my parents taught me. Still, something was nagging me after the first entry. I could not put my finger on why, but I had a really irritating feeling that I was missing something important. It was a bit like an itch that you can't reach. You know it's there, but there is nothing to do about it to reach it. I tried to ignore it and keep on reading, but the feeling kept me from concentrating. So, I read the first entry again and the feeling got stronger. The third time I read the entry, now genuinely puzzled, I felt I knew what it was, but still I couldn't quite locate it. Like when you forget a word, and you know what the word means, but the word itself keeps eluding you. I started out by explaining that most little children mix up capital and minuscule letters. Why is this relevant? Well, on my seventh read-through, I noted that, even though I had remarkably few capital letter errors, those errors combined spelled two really creepy words: KILL BEAUTY I had a chill run through my body and I shivered slightly. Even though I was completely convinced it was a coincidence, it was still really creepy. In order to prove that to my chills, I went through the second entry. The result was a more uncertain chill. My skeptical mind was still discarding it as remarkable coincidence, but I felt really creeped out. The second entry's capital errors spelled: JUST DO IT In disbelief, I read the third entry through, noting the errors, and my scepticism all but evaporated. It said: DO IT NOW Something here was definitely wrong. It sure as Hell was no coincidence. But who could have tampered with my diary? I remember I kept it under my bed when I wasn't writing, and as I was an only-child, the only people who had access to it apart from me were my parents, and I knew they would never dream of doing something like this. I hardly ever had friends over, and when I did, I was always with them. Then did someone do it while I slept? That thought sent another chill through my body. My rational mind declined that idea as well, though, as it would make no sense for anyone to creep into my room at night to alter my diary with hidden messages that might never be found. Besides, I noted, I was certain the writing was my own. The only possibility left was almost equally scary as the last. I had to have written it all on my own. Then, an idea came to me. I don't really know why I thought of it, although I now have my suspicions, but if the capital letters meant something, maybe the mirrored letters did as well. So, I went back to the first entry and went through it, writing down every mirrored letter on a post-it note. The message wasn't nearly as scary as the others, but it was equally puzzling. It said: I WONT The next entry spelled: NO I was now completely captivated by this mystery, and I spent more than ten hours going through most of my diaries. I tried to remember the things I had written about and find some sort of connection between the hidden messages and what I wrote in the diary entries. Although it was more and more about Beauty – more than I'd have thought – there seemed to be no real connection. However, I found that the hidden messages were all very much alike. What I came to see as the Bad Message – the one from capital letters – commanded me in some way to kill my dog. The Good Message – the one from mirrored letters – refused. As I got to the last few entries, I felt a sense of dread grow deeper and deeper into my gut. In the second-to-last entry, the Bad Message didn't surprise me. It said: KILL IT NOW But I found not a single mirrored letter. This entry was the first from my entire diary that had no "Good Message". For some reason, the absence of that scared me more than any other thing I had found in my diaries. With a shivering hand I turned the last page. Tears came to my eyes while I read the entry as I fully recalled the loss and guilt. When I had read it through, I noted that there were no misplaced capitalised letters. But, this time, there were some mirrored. With a sense of terror manifesting itself in my body, I wrote the letters down one by one, and when I read the single word they spelled, a suppressed memory sprang to life in my mind. I realised that I hadn't been sleeping on the couch at all the day Beauty had died and I realised that the guilt I had felt ever since her death was justly earned. The last six mirrored figures I found spelled: HAPPY? I froze completely. The Good Message had given in. The Bad Message had won and I had killed my own dog! Frozen terror became overwhelming misery, and I cried for what seemed hours. When I finally had composed myself, and felt that I could control my voice, I called my mother. It rang a few times and then I heard my mother answer it, sleepily: “Hello?” I realised it was past her bedtime. “Sorry for waking you up mom, but I have to tell you something.” My voice sounded slightly edgy in my own ears. My mom, not sounding sleepy at all any more, said, “What it is sweetie?” I said, “I think I know who killed Beauty.” There was silence on the line for a few seconds, enough to make it clear she was hesitating. Then, my mom said, “Yeah.” I was very disappointed in my mom for taking time to remember Beauty. She should remember such a remarkable dog right away, but I tried to hide my disappointment as I said, “Don't you remember her?” “Of course I do, dear, I remember your Beauty. Thank goodness it passed.” I was so shocked at hearing this that I blurted, “How can you say that about our dog?” My voice was oozing with blame. My mom sighed and said, “Honey... we never had a dog. It was all in your head.” I froze once more, this time in disbelief. “W... w... what?” I stammered. This couldn't be true. I remember my parents taking care of Beauty all the time. But then, come to think of it, I couldn't recall any specific memories of my parents interacting with Beauty in any way. I was confused and on the verge of tears once more and my mom continued, “You came inside, after playing in the yard one day, and claimed to have a puppy in your arms. Your father and I assumed it was a game and played along.” She paused to breathe and I kept silent, still trying to understand what I was hearing. Then she said, “After a few days, we started getting worried when you acted more and more like it was really there. The doctor said it wasn't unusual for kids to have imaginary pets, but you were so intense about it... sometimes I wondered if you actually believed it was there.” “Go on,” I said, certain there was more to this story than she had told. She said, “Not on the phone, sweetie.” However, five minutes of near-hysterical pleading made her continue anyway. “You passed out one day," she said with a sigh. "As we rushed you to the hospital, you were mumbling unconsciously. I remember the exact words: “Beauty is getting so big.” At the hospital, they found a tumour in your brain. They said it was the largest they'd seen on a child.” Her voice broke and she took a few seconds to compose herself. “We did everything we could, but nothing worked. The doctors didn't dare remove the tumour surgically. I don't think you ever noticed what was going on around you. All you ever spoke of was that dog. “Somehow you were well enough to stay at home most of the time, and your father and I spent all the time we could with you, afraid to lose you any day.” “Then, when you had been given a few more weeks to live, your Beauty died. You told us through sobs that it had been run over, and that it was your fault. We comforted you the best we could, trying to give you all our love at once, knowing you'd soon pass away. So we played along and buried your imaginary dog.” My mother seemed a lot happier as she went on, “We took you to the hospital the next day for your regular check, and your doctor was dumbfounded. There was not a single trace of your tumour. It had miraculously disappeared."
- Beauty is the second princess known in New Jersey. She is portrayed by Zora.
- Beauty is a gold Fire lizard that bonded with Menolly during the Ninth Pass.
- Beauty's mother died when she was young, and her father remarried. He passed on shortly afterwards. Her stepmother had no obligation to feed or clothe her, making her work as a servant. She was forced to live in the stables behind the house. She later traveled to the Isle of the Beast to meet the Beast after Alexander had given her a white rose from the island. She made the decision to wed the Beast, which, in turn, broke his enchantment, allowing him to return to his previous identity, Prince Cocteau. The magic of the enchantment breaking also changed Beauty's appearance changing her clothing and hair. During his time trapped on the island, the Prince had learned true love, and made Beauty his queen.
- Beauty is the sixth episode of Garo. It features the debut of Rei Suzumura aka The Silver Fanged Knight, Zero.
- Beauty is a spell.
- The statues made by Beauty during the 2011 Hallowe'en event. Demon Statue.png Spider Statue.png Dragon Statue.png Glacor statue.png Skeleton statue.png
- You can use the box below to create new pages for this mini-wiki. preload=Beauty/preload editintro=Beauty/editintro width=25 a wiki about anything make a woman beautiful.
- Beauty (ビュティ, Byuti) is the fictional heroine of the anime/manga Bobobo-bo Bo-bobo. She is powerful but very quick-tempered.
- Beauty was born in a small cavern in a cliff near the Dragon Stones near Half-Circle Sea Hold in the 7th Year of the ninth Pass. She was almost immediately impressed by Menolly who fed her spiderclaws moments after her hatching along with eight other fire-lizards who are her brothers and sisters. She lived with Menolly in that cave for a number of months before she moved to Harper Hall along with Menolly. Since then she has been used by Menolly and other Harpers, most prominently Sebell for numerous purposes including guarding people, leading other fire-lizards and delivery messages. She currently lives with Menolly and Sebell at Harper Hall.
- Being the cosmetic appearance of the Character, this Statistic will determine whether the first response of ordinary persons, before the Character has a chance to speak to them, will be attraction or repulsion. The abbreviation for Beauty is given as "BE". Derived Statistics: Reaction Modifier - This is the superficial and sadly inevitable response which may be occasioned by one's physical appearance. The Character receives this bonus, or penalty, upon his or her first meeting with any "Non-Playing Character".
- Beauty is the fourth boss of the Blackrock Caverns, and can be found waiting in her lair[[:File:|[, ]]] deep in the bowels of the Caverns.
- In its most profound sense, beauty may engender a salient experience of positive reflection about the meaning of one's own existence. An "object of beauty" is anything that reveals or resonates with personal meaning. Hence religious and moral teachings often focus on the divinity and virtue of beauty, and to assert natural beauty as an aspect of a spirituality and truth. The antonym of beauty is ugliness, i.e. the perceived opposite of beauty, which stimulates displeasure and engenders a deeply negative perception of the object. "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder" is a common phrase attributed to this concept.
- In physics, beauty is a measurement of bonability. A few fine examples would be Audrey Hepburn, sunsets, thin girls, and women with orange skin. It is somewhat analogous to charge, in that the more beauty a woman has, the more money will be charged to a man's credit card. This analogy is not perfect, as detailed below.
- Thousands of years ago, Beauty was a kind ruler of Gehenna, a sort of crossroads between dimensions. She, however, had what you would call both a superiority and inferiority complex at the same time. She considered herself more beautiful and above the mortals that lived in her realm, yet became frightened when she felt they were becoming more beautiful than her. The only mortal she ever loved was a man by the name of Brian, for reasons unknown. He constantly reassured her that appearance didn't matter, but she wouldn't listen. One day, she came across a wandering spirit, who promised that it could make her the most beautiful in the universe. She at first refused, wanting to earn her own beauty. But again, she became paranoid that the mortals would surpass her beauty and attempt to overthrow her. So, she found the spirit again and agreed to the deal. The spirit materialized itself into a mask, and situated itself onto Beauty's face, taking control of her mind and body. This mask named itself Vanity. She proceeded to transform Gehenna into a hellish wasteland, killing off most of its people or transforming them into zombies. She also cast a curse on Beauty's lover, Brian, transforming him into a horrible demon, to forever guard her castle from possible intruders.
- The Mrs. Smallville Beauty Pageant is being held, with contestant Holly Gehrig be threatened into quitting. Two suspects are mother and daughter, Brenda and Rachel. Shortly after, Pete goes missing.
- Beauty ist ein Alien im Gestalt einer übergroßen Maus, die Happy Beauty und Beauty Shop leitet. Sie plant durch die beiden Sachen eine Dominanz der großen Frauen, ebenso profitiert sie durch Geld und die Möglichkeiten, die sie erhält. Beauty plant auch eine Trennung von Frauen und hofft, dass Besucher ihrer Geschäfte arrogant werden. Pro Besucher bekommt ihr Planet mehr und mehr Reichtum.
- Schwankend stolperte sie den pfirsichfarbenen Gang des Wellnessbereiches entlang. Bunte Lichter tanzten flackernd vor ihren Augen und obwohl sie wusste, dass sie nicht real waren, hielt sie einen Moment inne, um ihre faszinierende Schönheit zu bewundern. Prompt verlor sie das Gleichgewicht, sodass ihr Oberkörper dem Boden gefährlich nahe kam. Mit den Armen rudernd, hastete sie drei schnelle Schritte nach vorne. Das Klackern Ihrer erst kürzlich gekauften, lila Poems war nun lauter, nur kurz. Das war mal ne Party. Sie kicherte. Es gab Champagner in Strömen und diese bunten Pillen waren „Voll geil- Wuhu“, wie sie es ausdrückte. Einen Moment überlegte sie wie viel sie von den „Smileys“ und „Nightdreams“ genommen hatte, stellte dann aber fest, dass es ihr egal war. „YOLO!“, plärrte sie in die Nacht hinein und schwankte weiter gen „Duschlandschaft“. Hundertzwölf, -dreizehn, vielleicht auch –vierzehn oder war es doch die fünfzehn gewesen? Sie war zu zugedröhnt, um sich an die Zimmernummer zu erinnern. Verdammt coole Party, verdammt geiles Hotel und es tat gut ihre alten Schulfreunde wieder zu sehen. Warum war sie eigentlich gegangen? Noch bevor sie den Entschluss fassen konnte umzudrehen erhielt sie die Antwort ihres gelähmten Gehirns, so klar und rein, dass sie in jenem Augenblick dachte, die Wirkung der Pillen hätte nachgelassen. Es war wegen diesem Jungen, Daemon hieß er. Er ging in ihre Klasse, damals. Sein mysteriöser Tod war nun schon vier Jahre her, das war eine lange Zeit, aber sie hatte ihn nie ganz vergessen. Er war anders als die anderen. Sarah Miller war das beliebteste Mädchen der ganzen Oberstufe. Seitdem hatte sie sich nur wenig verändert. Ihr langes, blondes Haar und ihre solargebräunte Haut waren unverkennbar, „einfach perfekt“, fand sie. Ihren bereits üppigen Busen hatte sie, dank einem Kilo Silicon, zu drei Körbchengrößen mehr verholfen. Vielleicht würde er jetzt auf sie stehen. „Nein, das würde er nicht.“ Der Verstand ist ein unsensibler Pessimist, denn ihr Kopf kannte die zerberstende Wahrheit nur allzu gut. Er saß immer alleine, ein Außenseiter. Es wäre unter ihrer Würde gewesen ihn anzusprechen. Vermutlich hätte sie ihn weiterhin ignorieren können, wenn er ihr keinen Grund gegeben hätte. „Er war nun mal Autist. Ihn interessierten keine Mädchen. Nur deshalb will er nichts von mir. Es liegt nicht an mir….“ Doch dann kam Sie. Diese Mia oder Mira oder wie sie hieß, traf sich mit ihm. Er begann sie zu mögen. Das Mädchen war nicht halb so schön wie sie selbst und auch nicht übermäßig beliebt, was also wollte er von ihr? Eine brennende Wut umschloss ihren Geist, eine Wut die sie nicht zuordnen vermochte. Eifersucht?! Hart traf der Schlag, der Erkenntnis, ihre bisher ungebrochene Selbstachtung und Tränen füllten ihre Augen. Sie überlegte. Verzweifelt hatte sie ihr Möglichstes getan, um ihn zu bezirzen. Weite Ausschnitte, kurze Röcke- nichts. Er sah sie noch nicht einmal an. Mehrmals lief sie kichernd an ihm vorbei und gickste in hohen Tönen. Aus dem Augenwinkel erhoffte sie sich eine Reaktion und als er endlich den Kopf hob hätte sie am Liebsten laut aufgeschrien. Er blickte sie aus wissenden Augen von unten an und seufzte. Sarahs Lächeln verblasste. Ihre Mundwinkel sanken langsam und verliehen ihrem Barbiepuppengesicht einen bitteren Beigeschmack. Viele Jungs seufzten, wenn sie sie sahen. Das war nichts Neues, aber es war für gewöhnlich ein träumerisches, angenehmes Seufzen. Sie blickten sie an und Sarah konnte fast den Film, der sich vor dem geistigen Auge der Jungs abspielte, sehen. „Bähh Perversling! Glotz gefälligst wo anders hin!“, blaffte sie ihre Schwärmer meist an, insgeheim jedoch empfand sie einen gewissen Stolz. Sie brauchte diese Aufmerksamkeit. Daemon war der Einzige, der diese Situation vollständig erfasste und er war es leid. Es nervte ihn. Wie ein Erwachsener ein kleines Kind betrachtete schüttelte er kaum merklich den Kopf und seufzte abermals. „Wie kindisch“, schien sie in seinen Augen zu lesen und Scham stieg in ihr auf. Trotz der zeitlichen Ewigkeit, die zwischen damals und jetzt lagen, konnte sie sich bis ins kleinste Detail an alles erinnern. In bestimmter Weise war sie froh über Daemons Tod. Der Schandfleck in ihrem Leben war ausradiert, so wie Bauern des Mittelalters, einen Ungläubigen ausgemerzt hatten und sie war der Gott, übermächtig und strahlend. Sie war der Mittelpunkt, immer, bei allem. Vielleicht musste er deswegen sterben. Der Gedanke war einleuchtend, logisch, soweit sie das in ihrem angeheiterten Zustand noch beurteilen konnte. Der Gang war fast zu Ende und krampfhaft überlegte sie, welche Tür die Richtige war. Ein Rattern ertönte, als sie mit beiden Händen versuchte zwei Türen gleichzeitig zu öffnen. Beide waren verschlossen, ebenso die nächste. Endlich glitt quietschend eine der Klinken hinunter und die Tür schwang zögerlich auf. Fast wäre sie über einen Mopp gestolpert und sie beschloss sich am nächsten Tag, beim Hotelmanagement darüber zu beschweren. Der Raum war klein, wirkte höchst unluxuriös, aber die bunten Farben überdeckten ihren benebelten Verstand. Seitlich zur Tür befanden sich zwei hohe Schränke. Die ungewöhnlich aussehende Dusche erstreckte sich auf der Gegenseite. Der Mond schien sacht durch ein kleines Fenster im hinteren Teil des Raumes und beleuchtete diesen spärlich. Im weißlichen Glanz, des Lichtes, erkannte sie ein paar übereinander getürmte Eimer und einen Staubsauger. Die Wände bestanden aus kleinen, rechteckigen Fliesen, in unterschiedlichen Brauntönen. Langsam kam ihr Verstand wieder zu sich. Die imaginäre Farbintensivität drohte bereits abzuflauen und sie in die dunkle, düstere Realität zurückzuschleudern und sie schnaubte verächtlich. Diese Nacht würde sie Spaß haben, in ihrer Welt, mit ihren Regeln. Die Wirkung ihrer kleinen Helfer ließ schneller nach als erwartet. Hastig wühlte sie in ihrem Büstenhalter. Sie wusste, dass sie noch welche hatte. Keiner wollte eine Pille. Sie waren alle zu spießig geworden, selbst ihre damaligen besten Freundinnen hatten Jobs, studierten oder hatten bereits Kinder. Lange Zeit hatte Sarah ihre Traumwelt aufrechterhalten können. Wenn man sich immer und immer wieder sagte, wie toll das eigene Leben war, glaubte man es irgendwann selbst. Doch dieses Klassentreffen hatte alles zu Nichte gemacht. Ihr Traum zerplatzte, wie eine Seifenblase und sie alle waren spitze Nadeln. Eine hätte ausgereicht um sie zu vernichten, doch es hatten alle zugestochen. Es waren ihre Blicke, das peinliche Schweigen, bis sie dann ein trauriges Lächeln aufsetzten und „Interessant“ oder „Ahhh“ murmelten. Sie erkannte Katy Hamalton, die Streberin mit der dicksten Brille, die sie je gesehen hatte und erfuhr von ihrem Medizinstudium. Damals hatte Sarah Zeigefinger und Daumen zu einem „L“ geformt und sich die Hand an ihre Stirn gehalten, wenn Katy mit hängendem Kopf zu den Spinten schlich. Die Letzten werden die Ersten sein. Sie hatte sich wahrhaftig kein Bisschen verändert, das stimmte, aber genau das war der springende Punkt. Alle hatten Erfolg, waren gereift, standen mitten im Leben und sie? Sie war arbeitslos, jobbte manchmal als Kassiererin und traf sich mit fünfzehnjährigen Kindern, um Drogen zu nehmen. Die Zeiten der Partys und des Rumhängens waren aus und vorbei. „Looser!“, dröhnte ihr inneres Ich. Panik überkam sie. Mit einem Ruck riss sie sich Top und BH vom Körper. Die bunten Pillen fielen zu Boden und sprangen in alle Richtungen. Ungeduldig warf sie sich nieder und krabbelte auf den Knien voran. Die Fliesen waren hart, es scherte sie nicht. Diese beschissene Einsicht, dieses Gefühl war unerträglich. „Oh Gott mach, dass es aufhört. Bitte mach, dass es aufhört!“ Ihr Verstand kramte unbeeindruckt eines dieser Selbstmordlieder heraus, von denen ihre Mutter immer so schwärmte. Sie konnte sich beim besten Willen nicht an den Namen der Gruppe erinnern, wollte es auch nicht. Sie schrie gedanklich gegen den Song an, doch die Texte bohrten sich tiefer in sie hinein, erfüllten ihren Körper mit einer so kontrastreichen Depression, zu ihrer Welt der Träume, dass sie sterben wollte. Ich wünschte ich wäre speziell, anders. Daemon war auch…speziell. In diesem Moment erblickte sie das winzige, ovale Ding in einer Fliesenfuge. Gierig schob sie sich den „Smiley“ in ihren mit Lipgloss verschmierten Mund. Die Sekunden, die bis zur Wirkung verstrichen, dehnten sich zu unerträglichen Stunden aus. Lustige Farbwirbel durchstreiften den Raum. Jemand hatte die Seifenblasenmaschine in ihrem Kopf wieder zum Laufen gebracht und sie lachte unbeschwert. Weshalb war sie nochmal hier? „Ach ja die Duschen sollten echt super sein.“ Sarah betrachtete den blauen Kasten an der Wand. Merkwürdig. Es gab weder eine gläserne Abgrenzung noch einen Duschkopf. Der blaue Kasten war lediglich mit einem gartenschlauchähnlichen Rohr verbunden. Achselzuckend stand sie auf und strich sich das zerfetzte Top und den BH endgültig ab. Die restlichen Klamotten folgten. Der Kasten besaß drei Knöpfe und einen kleinen Display. Der erste Knopf war ein Kreis mit einem, bis zur Hälfte, einschneidenden Strich. Sie drückte ihn und aus dem Schlauch floss kaltes Wasser, was sie jedoch nicht zu stören schien. Die Drogen hatten ihr jegliches Gefühl für Kälte und Wärme genommen. Sarah schnurrte. Das Wasser roch so gut. Schäumend plätscherte es auf ihre Schultern herab und floss in wilden Bächen an ihr herunter. Das Prickeln auf ihrer Haut war angenehm und verschmolz mit den Polarlichtern, ihres gepeinigten Geistes, zu einer Wonne der Lust. Sie war da. In ihrer Welt gab es keine Trauer, kein Leid oder ätzende Spießer mit Job, nur sie, sie ganz allein. Auf dem Display, des Kastens, prangte eine Zehn und ein Wort, dass sie in ihrem Drogenrausch nicht lesen konnte. „Kon..“ Angestrengt kniff sie die Augen zusammen, doch die Buchstaben wollten einfach nicht stillhalten, tanzten vor ihrem Gesicht und verschwammen zu einem undefinierbaren Gewirr aus Farben und Formen. Sie gab es auf und drückte stattdessen im rhythmischen Takt auf den Knopf, der ein „Pluszeichen“ umrahmte. Der Kasten gab mehrere piepsende Töne von sich und die Zehn, des Displays wurde zu einer Sechzig. Das Prickeln auf ihrer Haut verstärkte sich und sie kicherte perfid. Der Duft wurde intensiver, besser. Die Schaumwolke um ihren Körper verdichtete sich zu einem schweren Kleid. Mit ihrer linken Hand fuhr sie sich über ihre Haut. Sie war weich und mit einem klebrigen Film süßer Gerüche umhüllt. Den Schlauch fest in ihrer anderen Hand begann sie zu summen. Erneut drückte sie den „Plusknopf“, heftiger, mehrmals, bis zur Hundert. Das Prickeln, der Duft war so atemberaubend. Bunte Brocken umschlossen ihre Arme, Beine, den Kopf-einfach alles an ihr und fielen funkelnd zu Boden. Mit einem feuchten „Klatsch“ schlugen sie auf und Sarah schrie vor Euphorie. Ihr Sichtfeld verschwamm. Ihr war so leicht, dass sie befürchtete davonzutreiben, als sie ein Quietschen vernahm. Der junge Hotelmitarbeiter stand wie gelähmt ihm Türrahmen, unfähig den Blick von ihr abzuwenden. Sie setzte ein suffizientes Lächeln auf. „Na Süßer, Lust mit mir zu planschen? Bin auch ganz lieb.“ Stille. „Fräulein“, begann der Mann und atmete geräuschvoll aus, „Dies ist keine Dusche.“ Verworrene Gestalten umkreisten sie. Konturen lösten sich auf und verschwommen in einem Farbenmeer aus Fantasie. Die Stimme drang nur dumpf in sie ein, als wäre sie in Watte gepackt wurden. „Dies ist die Konzentrationsanlage, der Desinfektionsmittelsäure.“ Kategorie:Tod Kategorie:Schockierendes Ende Kategorie:Mittellang Kategorie:Artikel ohne Bilder
- Beauty refers to the self-defense reaction in the brain when too much visual input causes a chemical reaction in one's brain. It releases some of the built up joy, love, and narcotics that almost all of us have in reserve in our Brainial Adrenaline Sacs. It is sometimes colloquially referred to as "eye-candy" due to its sugary nature. When one experiences beauty, their judgement is clouded with happiness and contentment. The victim is torn away from the comfortable, cold, indifferent reality that is most familiar to the human mind. In extreme cases, rapture, catharsis, or even decisions can occur.
- thumb|Beauty Bobobo la rescató de los Cazadores de Pelo. De todos los acompañantes de Bobobo a lo largo de su aventura, es la única que parece estar cuerda. Sufre viendo todas las tonterías que hacen constantemente la gente con la que va, y tiene algo de mal genio. No posee ningún poder, y no llega a luchar nunca. Su seiyū en japon es Ai Nonaka
- Beauty or Beautiful Woman was a clinic patient in the Season 3 episode One Day, One Room. She was portrayed by actress Kristen Glass. Gregory House was stuck in the clinic on orders of Lisa Cuddy, but became very disruptive because he was bored. In order to make a game out of treating patients, Cuddy offered him ten dollars for every patient House diagnosed without touching them. House was up $20 when he was directed to the examination room. He saw the patient, a beautiful young woman. He looked dismayed, closed the door, completed the examination, and gave Cuddy back $10 of the $20 he had won rather than go through the whole examination while not giving into temptation to touch her.
- a show by Firey. (Get the font "Eternal Call" to see coding) Note: This show shows Brownhare (Brownpaw in this show)'s life back in FireClan before he left. So I would suggest also reading Cold if you like this.
- Beauty ist ein Mensch eines unbekannten zukünftigen Jahrhunderts. Sie ist Mitglied der strafversetzten Einheit unter Captain Alice Ferrin auf Hedgewicks Welt der Wunder. Sie ist zuständig für die Kommunikation und berichtet Captain Ferrin, dass alle Geräte auf mysteriöse Weise demoliert wurden. Kategorie:Doctor Who Personen Kategorie:Militär Kategorie:Menschen eines unbekannten Jahrhunderts Kategorie:Tot Kategorie:Opfer der Cybermen
- Beauty is one of the two foreigners (the other being Dandy) meant to meet up with Yomiel at the Chicken Kitchen restaurant. Beauty has a strong sixth sense, and can sense ghosts like Sissel. While at Kamila's old house, she threatened to kill Kamila if she ever sensed Sissel near her again. Given that Dandy does virtually all the work, however, it was most likely an empty threat meant to discourage further activity.
- Beauty ist der Name verschiedener Afrikanischer Elefantenkühe, und zwar von
* Beauty, der im Zoo Ramat Gan (Israel) geborenen und im Knowsley Safaripark (England) gestorbenen Yossi-Tochter;
* Beauty, der im Zoo Safaripark Stukenbrock lebenden früheren Zirkuselefantin.
- Beauty is the Everafter princess of the story Beauty and the Beast. She is married to the Beast though it seemed that they were going to split up after he joined the Scarlet Hand. She has a daughter with the Beast, but they only recently got her back after having sold her to Rumpelstiltskin as a baby As her name would indicate, the woman is beautiful. She is described as having amber-colored curly hair. Even though she is beautiful, it can be inferred that she is vain: Little John said that she would refuse to leave the house if there was a hair out of place, and she claims that the only things she wants is a new pair of shoes every day for the rest of her life. She has a dog named Mr. Wuggles that she spoils.
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