- Bela Talbot's her name... (info dump) -
I was looking back through my personal journal, and I found a private entry with all the notes I took on Bela back when I was prepping to app. Just thought I should throw them over here instead!
Bela
- lives in Queens
- owns a siamese cat
- keeps a gun in the wine fridge
- one of her professional tools is Ouija. seriously.
- uses another fake name: Alex
- can speak without the British accent. her voice is lighter and kind of more feminine.
- burned her fingerprints off
- her parents died at 14, car accident, suspected slashed brake line, 'all too crispy to tell.'
- this would make her 24 now
- her real name is Abby
Quotes
BAD DAY AT BLACK ROCK
Bobby: Lugosi? Lugosi- aw crap, it's probably Bela.
Dean: Bela Lugosi? Aw, that's cute.
Bobby: Bela Talbot's her real name. Crossed paths with her once or twice.
Dean: Well she knew about the rabbit's foot- is she a hunter?
Bobby: Pretty friggen far from a hunter. But she knows her way around the territory. She's been out of the country, last I heard she was in the middle east somewhere.
Dean: Well I guess she's back.
Bobby: Which means seriously bad luck for you. But if it is Bela, at least I might know some folks who might know where to find her.
Bela: ...because you shook on 1.5. ...well maybe I should just take it somewhere else. Don't threaten me Luke. Despite your reputation you don't scare me. ....well I'm glad you see it that way. I'll see you at the airstrip in an hour!
Dean: You're gonna give it back.
Bela: *heh* Sweetie. No I'm not.
Dean: Yeah we'll see. Bela, right?
Bela: That's right. Dean.
Dean: You know the thing's cursed, don't you.
Bela: You'd be surprised what some people would pay for something like that.
Dean: Really.
Bela: There's a lucrative market out there. Lot of money to be made. *laughs* You hunters with all those amulets and talismens you use to stop those big bad monsters. Any one of them could put your children's children through college.
Dean: So you know the truth. About what's really going on out there.... and this is what you decide to do with it? You become a thief?
Bela: I procure unique items for a select clientele.
Dean: Yeah. A thief.
Bela: No. *smiles* A great thief.
Dean: Look, Bela, my brother, he touched the foot. And when you took it from him his luck went from-
Bela: I know how it works.
Dean: So then you know he's gonna die unless we can destroy it.
Bela: Oh... *so surprised. then touched* You can have the foot- *but no seriously* -for 1.5 million.
Dean: So you're only out for yourself, huh? It's all about number one?
Bela: Being a hunter is so much more noble? A bunch of obsessed revenge-driven sociopaths trying to save a world that can't be saved?
Dean: Well aren't you a glass half full.
Bela: We're all going to hell, Dean. Might as well enjoy the ride?
Bela: I think you'll find that belongs to me. Or you know. Whatever. Put the foot down, honey.
Bela: Back off, tiger! Back off. You make one more move, and I'll pull the trigger. You've got luck Dean, you I can't hit. But your brother? Him I can't miss.
Dean: What the hell is wrong with you! You don't just go around shooting people!
Bela: Relax. It's a shoulder hit, I can aim. Besides, who here hasn't shot a few people. Put the rabbit's foot on the ground. Now.
[Dean throws it]
Damn.
Bela: Thanks very much. I'm out one and a half million, and on the bad side of a very owerful, fairly psychotic buyer.
Dean: Wow. I really don't feel bad about that. Sam?
Sam: Nope. Not even a little.
Bela: Hm. Well maybe next time... I'll hang you out to dry.
Dean: Aw don't go away angry, just go away.
Bela: Have a nice night boys.
RED SKY AT MORNING
Bela: '67 Impala? Was that yours?
Sam: Bela.
Bela: I'm sorry. I had that car towed.
Dean: You what?!
Bela: Well it was in a tow-away zone.
Dean: No it wasn't!!
Bela: It was when I finished with it:
Dean: What the hell are you even doing here?
Bela: A little yachting.
Sam: You're Alex. You're working with that old lady.
Bela: Gert's a dear old friend.
Dean: Yeah right what's your angle?
Bela: There's no angle. There's a lot of lovely old women like Gert up and down the eastern seaboard. I sell them charms, perform seances so they can commune with their dead cats...
Dean: And let me guess it's a ll a con, none of it's real.
Bela: The comfort I provide them is very real.
Sam: How do you sleep at night?
Bela: On silk sheets. Rolling naked in money. Really Sam, I'd expect the attitude from him, but you?
Sam: You shot me.
Bela: I barely. grazed you. *to Dean* Cute. But a bit of a drama queen, yeah?
Dean: You do know what's going on around here. This ghost ship thing, it is real.
Bela: I'm aware. Thanks for telling Gert the case wasn't solved by the way.
Dean: It isn't.
Bela: She didn't know that. Now the old bag's stopped payment and she's demanding some real answers. Look, just stay out of my way before you cause any more trouble. And I'd get to that car if I were you. Before they find the arsenal in the trunk. Ciao.
Dean: Can I shoot her?
Sam: ....not in public.
Bela: How sweet.
Dean: You think this is funny?
Bela: He's canon fodder. He can't be saved in time and you know it.
Dean: Yeah well see we have souls, so. We're gonna try.
Bela: Yeah well I'm going to actually find the ship and put an end to this. But you have fun.
Dean: Hey Bela how'd you get like this, huh? What did Daddy not give you enough hugs or something?
Bela: I don't know. Your daddy give you enough? ... don't you dare look down your nose at me. You're no better than I am.
Dean: We help people.
Bela: Come on. You do this out of vengeance and obsession. You're a stones throw from being a serial killer. Whereas I on the other hand I get paid to do a job and I do it. So you tell me: which is healthier?
Sam: Bela why don't you just leave? We've got work to do.
Bela: Yeah, you're 0-for-2. Bang-up job so far.
Bela: What is taking so long? Sam's already halfway there. With his date.
Dean: SO not okay with this!
Bela: What are you, a woman? Come down already!
Dean: Alright, get it out, I look ridiculous.
Bela: Not exactly the word I'd use.
Dean: What?
Bela: You know when this is over? We should really have angry sex.
Dean: ...... don't objectify me.
Bela: Well look at you. Searching for a witty rejoinder?
Dean: ...screw you.
Bela: Very Oscar Wilde.
Bela: Okay I admit that was bit harsh but it doesn't warrant a death sentence.
Sam: That's not why you're going to die. What'd you do, Bela?
Bela: You wouldn't understand. No one did. ....nevermind. I'll just do what I've always done I'll deal with it myself.
Dean: You do realize that you just sold the only thing that could save your life.
Bela: I'm aware.
Dean: So ponying up ten grand is easier for you than a simple thank you? You're so damaged.
Bela: Takes one to know one. Goodbye lads.
FRESH BLOOD
Dean: Question for you! When you called yesterday it wasn't to thank me for saving your ass was it.
Bela: No. Gordon Walker paid me to tell him where you were.
Dean: Excuse me?
Bela: Well he had a gun on me? what else was I supposed to do?
Dean: Oh I don't know, maybe pick up the phone and tell us that RAGING PSYCHOPATH WAS STOPPING BY?
Bela: Aha, I did fully intend to call, I just got a bit sidetracked.
Dean: He tried to kill us!
Bela: *so fake* I'm sorry. I didn't realize it was such a big deal. After all, there are two of you and one of him?
Dean: There were two of 'em.
Bela: Oh.
Dean: Bela, we make it out of this alive, the first thing I'm going to do is kill you.
Bela: You're not serious.
Dean: Listen to my voice and tell me if I'm serious.
DREAM A LITTLE DREAM OF ME
I was so running out of steam by this point... guess I had no notes. Uhuhu Samdreams.
JUS IN BELLO
Bela: Where's our usual quippy banter I miss it.
TIME IS ON MY SIDE
Bela: They were lovely people. And I killed them. And I got rich. And I can't be bothered to give a damn. Just like I don't care what happens to you.
Bela
- lives in Queens
- owns a siamese cat
- keeps a gun in the wine fridge
- one of her professional tools is Ouija. seriously.
- uses another fake name: Alex
- can speak without the British accent. her voice is lighter and kind of more feminine.
- burned her fingerprints off
- her parents died at 14, car accident, suspected slashed brake line, 'all too crispy to tell.'
- this would make her 24 now
- her real name is Abby
Quotes
BAD DAY AT BLACK ROCK
Bobby: Lugosi? Lugosi- aw crap, it's probably Bela.
Dean: Bela Lugosi? Aw, that's cute.
Bobby: Bela Talbot's her real name. Crossed paths with her once or twice.
Dean: Well she knew about the rabbit's foot- is she a hunter?
Bobby: Pretty friggen far from a hunter. But she knows her way around the territory. She's been out of the country, last I heard she was in the middle east somewhere.
Dean: Well I guess she's back.
Bobby: Which means seriously bad luck for you. But if it is Bela, at least I might know some folks who might know where to find her.
Bela: ...because you shook on 1.5. ...well maybe I should just take it somewhere else. Don't threaten me Luke. Despite your reputation you don't scare me. ....well I'm glad you see it that way. I'll see you at the airstrip in an hour!
Dean: You're gonna give it back.
Bela: *heh* Sweetie. No I'm not.
Dean: Yeah we'll see. Bela, right?
Bela: That's right. Dean.
Dean: You know the thing's cursed, don't you.
Bela: You'd be surprised what some people would pay for something like that.
Dean: Really.
Bela: There's a lucrative market out there. Lot of money to be made. *laughs* You hunters with all those amulets and talismens you use to stop those big bad monsters. Any one of them could put your children's children through college.
Dean: So you know the truth. About what's really going on out there.... and this is what you decide to do with it? You become a thief?
Bela: I procure unique items for a select clientele.
Dean: Yeah. A thief.
Bela: No. *smiles* A great thief.
Dean: Look, Bela, my brother, he touched the foot. And when you took it from him his luck went from-
Bela: I know how it works.
Dean: So then you know he's gonna die unless we can destroy it.
Bela: Oh... *so surprised. then touched* You can have the foot- *but no seriously* -for 1.5 million.
Dean: So you're only out for yourself, huh? It's all about number one?
Bela: Being a hunter is so much more noble? A bunch of obsessed revenge-driven sociopaths trying to save a world that can't be saved?
Dean: Well aren't you a glass half full.
Bela: We're all going to hell, Dean. Might as well enjoy the ride?
Bela: I think you'll find that belongs to me. Or you know. Whatever. Put the foot down, honey.
Bela: Back off, tiger! Back off. You make one more move, and I'll pull the trigger. You've got luck Dean, you I can't hit. But your brother? Him I can't miss.
Dean: What the hell is wrong with you! You don't just go around shooting people!
Bela: Relax. It's a shoulder hit, I can aim. Besides, who here hasn't shot a few people. Put the rabbit's foot on the ground. Now.
[Dean throws it]
Damn.
Bela: Thanks very much. I'm out one and a half million, and on the bad side of a very owerful, fairly psychotic buyer.
Dean: Wow. I really don't feel bad about that. Sam?
Sam: Nope. Not even a little.
Bela: Hm. Well maybe next time... I'll hang you out to dry.
Dean: Aw don't go away angry, just go away.
Bela: Have a nice night boys.
RED SKY AT MORNING
Bela: '67 Impala? Was that yours?
Sam: Bela.
Bela: I'm sorry. I had that car towed.
Dean: You what?!
Bela: Well it was in a tow-away zone.
Dean: No it wasn't!!
Bela: It was when I finished with it:
Dean: What the hell are you even doing here?
Bela: A little yachting.
Sam: You're Alex. You're working with that old lady.
Bela: Gert's a dear old friend.
Dean: Yeah right what's your angle?
Bela: There's no angle. There's a lot of lovely old women like Gert up and down the eastern seaboard. I sell them charms, perform seances so they can commune with their dead cats...
Dean: And let me guess it's a ll a con, none of it's real.
Bela: The comfort I provide them is very real.
Sam: How do you sleep at night?
Bela: On silk sheets. Rolling naked in money. Really Sam, I'd expect the attitude from him, but you?
Sam: You shot me.
Bela: I barely. grazed you. *to Dean* Cute. But a bit of a drama queen, yeah?
Dean: You do know what's going on around here. This ghost ship thing, it is real.
Bela: I'm aware. Thanks for telling Gert the case wasn't solved by the way.
Dean: It isn't.
Bela: She didn't know that. Now the old bag's stopped payment and she's demanding some real answers. Look, just stay out of my way before you cause any more trouble. And I'd get to that car if I were you. Before they find the arsenal in the trunk. Ciao.
Dean: Can I shoot her?
Sam: ....not in public.
Bela: How sweet.
Dean: You think this is funny?
Bela: He's canon fodder. He can't be saved in time and you know it.
Dean: Yeah well see we have souls, so. We're gonna try.
Bela: Yeah well I'm going to actually find the ship and put an end to this. But you have fun.
Dean: Hey Bela how'd you get like this, huh? What did Daddy not give you enough hugs or something?
Bela: I don't know. Your daddy give you enough? ... don't you dare look down your nose at me. You're no better than I am.
Dean: We help people.
Bela: Come on. You do this out of vengeance and obsession. You're a stones throw from being a serial killer. Whereas I on the other hand I get paid to do a job and I do it. So you tell me: which is healthier?
Sam: Bela why don't you just leave? We've got work to do.
Bela: Yeah, you're 0-for-2. Bang-up job so far.
Bela: What is taking so long? Sam's already halfway there. With his date.
Dean: SO not okay with this!
Bela: What are you, a woman? Come down already!
Dean: Alright, get it out, I look ridiculous.
Bela: Not exactly the word I'd use.
Dean: What?
Bela: You know when this is over? We should really have angry sex.
Dean: ...... don't objectify me.
Bela: Well look at you. Searching for a witty rejoinder?
Dean: ...screw you.
Bela: Very Oscar Wilde.
Bela: Okay I admit that was bit harsh but it doesn't warrant a death sentence.
Sam: That's not why you're going to die. What'd you do, Bela?
Bela: You wouldn't understand. No one did. ....nevermind. I'll just do what I've always done I'll deal with it myself.
Dean: You do realize that you just sold the only thing that could save your life.
Bela: I'm aware.
Dean: So ponying up ten grand is easier for you than a simple thank you? You're so damaged.
Bela: Takes one to know one. Goodbye lads.
FRESH BLOOD
Dean: Question for you! When you called yesterday it wasn't to thank me for saving your ass was it.
Bela: No. Gordon Walker paid me to tell him where you were.
Dean: Excuse me?
Bela: Well he had a gun on me? what else was I supposed to do?
Dean: Oh I don't know, maybe pick up the phone and tell us that RAGING PSYCHOPATH WAS STOPPING BY?
Bela: Aha, I did fully intend to call, I just got a bit sidetracked.
Dean: He tried to kill us!
Bela: *so fake* I'm sorry. I didn't realize it was such a big deal. After all, there are two of you and one of him?
Dean: There were two of 'em.
Bela: Oh.
Dean: Bela, we make it out of this alive, the first thing I'm going to do is kill you.
Bela: You're not serious.
Dean: Listen to my voice and tell me if I'm serious.
DREAM A LITTLE DREAM OF ME
I was so running out of steam by this point... guess I had no notes. Uhuhu Samdreams.
JUS IN BELLO
Bela: Where's our usual quippy banter I miss it.
TIME IS ON MY SIDE
Bela: They were lovely people. And I killed them. And I got rich. And I can't be bothered to give a damn. Just like I don't care what happens to you.