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Who: Bela Talbot
What: Pitching a fit in the Deadzone
When: Tuesday, November 9th (I fail, I know)
Where: Deadzone
Rating: PG-13
When waking up was a chore, it usually meant you hadn’t had enough sleep, or had had too much.
In the case of Bela Talbot, it was more like a rude awakening from a sleep she hadn’t fully left. Her throat was dry, her body hurt, and she really didn’t want to push herself up, but once she realized she was on the ground as oppose to in her bedroom, it sort of all became a moot point. She was covered in dirt, her clothes were a mess, and she was really having a fantastic day up until that point. She wasn’t looking to be the latest victim of a castle that seemed to be misplacing it’s residents. Then again, considering she didn’t ask to be a resident of the castle in the first place, she should have known better than to expect some warning when one was about to be displaced.
For a brief, terrifying moment, she thought that she might have possibly been sent home. Having never been to Hell, she couldn’t exactly say what the décor would be like, but what she was seeing around her was a pretty close bet. Considering, however, that she was also the only one present, the situation wasn’t exactly lending itself to that conclusion. Also considering that she remembered the place she was supposedly sent home from, the only reasonable explanation was castle displacement. She refused to acknowledge the fact that it would be just like Hell, to have her remember a place where she had actually been happy for once before it was taken away from her. That would only lean to a line of thinking that wasn’t exactly productive, and for the moment, Bela needed to be productive. Even if, silently to herself, she was cursing the castle’s very existence.
She dusted herself off, trying to ignore the soreness in her body as well as the fact that she really wasn’t dressed for this kind of expedition. Business suit and heels was neither warm, nor good for long walks, but at this point, she didn’t have a choice. She would just simply have to make due.
She paused for all of a moment, trying to figure out which direction to take. Then she decided, for once, to listen to what the castle was telling her and started walking in the direction that the castle was pulling her. Hopefully, somehow, she would manage to find some kind of life. There had to be an outpost out here somewhere.
“Somewhere” being the key phrase in that sentence.
What: Pitching a fit in the Deadzone
When: Tuesday, November 9th (I fail, I know)
Where: Deadzone
Rating: PG-13
When waking up was a chore, it usually meant you hadn’t had enough sleep, or had had too much.
In the case of Bela Talbot, it was more like a rude awakening from a sleep she hadn’t fully left. Her throat was dry, her body hurt, and she really didn’t want to push herself up, but once she realized she was on the ground as oppose to in her bedroom, it sort of all became a moot point. She was covered in dirt, her clothes were a mess, and she was really having a fantastic day up until that point. She wasn’t looking to be the latest victim of a castle that seemed to be misplacing it’s residents. Then again, considering she didn’t ask to be a resident of the castle in the first place, she should have known better than to expect some warning when one was about to be displaced.
For a brief, terrifying moment, she thought that she might have possibly been sent home. Having never been to Hell, she couldn’t exactly say what the décor would be like, but what she was seeing around her was a pretty close bet. Considering, however, that she was also the only one present, the situation wasn’t exactly lending itself to that conclusion. Also considering that she remembered the place she was supposedly sent home from, the only reasonable explanation was castle displacement. She refused to acknowledge the fact that it would be just like Hell, to have her remember a place where she had actually been happy for once before it was taken away from her. That would only lean to a line of thinking that wasn’t exactly productive, and for the moment, Bela needed to be productive. Even if, silently to herself, she was cursing the castle’s very existence.
She dusted herself off, trying to ignore the soreness in her body as well as the fact that she really wasn’t dressed for this kind of expedition. Business suit and heels was neither warm, nor good for long walks, but at this point, she didn’t have a choice. She would just simply have to make due.
She paused for all of a moment, trying to figure out which direction to take. Then she decided, for once, to listen to what the castle was telling her and started walking in the direction that the castle was pulling her. Hopefully, somehow, she would manage to find some kind of life. There had to be an outpost out here somewhere.
“Somewhere” being the key phrase in that sentence.