[center][color=lightskyblue][h2]Belladonna[/h2][/color][/center][color=mediumaquamarine][i][b]Formerly Bellona[/b][/i][/color]
[color=4d94ff][b]Time:[/b][/color] [color=lightskyblue] Midnight - Dawn of the First Day[/color]
[color=4d94ff][b]Location:[/b][/color] [color=lightskyblue]Roshimi City[/color]
[color=4d94ff][b]Interaction:[/b][/color] [@dreamingflowers]
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[color=lavender]Belladonna looked at the faun, then at the newcomer. She watched the reaction closely and with curiosity: infirmary? That fascinated her. She needed to go along with this plan and see where it took her so she could escape the crowds. The faun's pleasant words caused her to nod and smile, though she didn't know if she could trust him. Bella glanced around swiftly, noticing more of these creatures were either beginning to lose interest in her as she followed him.  She sighed with relief, though her left hand never left the pocket where she stored her gun. She had no idea if she would have to use it or not. She prayed she would not but if push came to shove... She wasn't going to allow one of these weird creatures to harm her when she hadn't asked to be in this Godforsaken city.  

Bella could decipher the faun's emotions: his worried tone was badly masked and his eyes were filled with emotion and fear. She knew the look of fear, anxiety and emotion in someone’s eyes; she had robbed even places to understand it.  She knew she would have to be sympathetic and kind in order to win his trust and help.  The mere thought made her squirm uncomfortably in her skin and she wished she could peel it off. She had no idea if this was some kind of hell for her previous life but she wanted to escape it.  Then again, maybe this was a dream and she would wake up a home and Lysandra would be nearby her, with popcorn and Ginger and Lemon tea... Her heart rate elevated briefly at the thought and a lump formed in her throat. She was a long way from home, or even Earth. She couldn't help but feel frantic at the fear Lysandra was probably experiencing. 

When Bella entered the infirmary, she was taken aback by the beauty it held. For a moment, she did not follow the faun as she glanced around. Her gaze settled on the fountain. A sense of calm filled her. She had always loved water, despite nearly drowning at the ripe age of eleven. She had found peace with it as long as she didn't go in it. She shuddered at the brief memory. Her hands became clammy and heat rushed to her face. If Charis had not tried to make her cliff dive, she would not have nearly drowned. It was as simple as that. There wouldn't have been any drama, nor near death experiences. Belladonna stood there, engulfed in her memory. 

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Belladonna snapped back to reality and was astounded to find she was trembling. Tears were streaming down her face as she took deep, shuddering breaths. Fury, mixed with grief and untamed rage, were pulsing through her veins. Her mind was rushing with the heat of the memory and the terror of hearing the others clamoring to revive her. She took a moment to pull herself together. She sniffled, rubbed her eyes with her sleeves, and then straightened up. No, they were not here. She was far away from them and they were stuck in a high security prison. They were probably trapped with people the gang had stuck in there. The irony of the situation caused her to snicker and then clear her throat. 

As part of her custody agreement with Lysandra, she had been ordered to go to counseling. She had been told to think logically during one of her panic or anxiety attacks and ground herself.  Given the climate of her new situation, it was not easy. She took several more deep breaths and glanced around. She could hear the fountain water splashing playfully around in the courtyard center. She could see the beautiful willow tree, its branch hanging gracefully in the fountain water. There wasn't any noise, save for the fountain. She saw the bushes, the trees... Her mind began to slow down and take in the scenery around her. Bella took several more deep breaths and unclenched her fists, which were almost bleeding from her nails digging into them. She stretched her back to help loosen up her tight muscles and roll her neck. This provided relief for her and helped her relax more. 

By the time she had stopped being an emotional idiot (which she hated), she had almost lost track of the deer.  Her subconscious mind had kept working and remembered where he had gone.  She sighed and took a few steps forward and hesitated. He was going through something right now.  Should she interrupt him?  It wouldn't hurt to understand the context of the situation. Bella strode towards where the faun had disappeared to and watched from afar.  There were more humans, but this one was dead. She wondered what he had died from.  She didn't want to come too close and interrupt, so she waited idly.  

As the deer performed his ritual, Bella couldn't help but stare. He, or it, seemed too emotional to be spoken to right now. As if reading her mind, the faun sat down and began to play an instrument from its' bag. Bella almost smiled; the music was calming.  It helped her mind ground itself more.  Belladonna took a deep breath and gently walked up to the door and into the room. She took extra care to walk slowly and silently, as not to startle or upset the deer. Once in the peripheral vision, Belladonna finally spoke. [/color]

[color=deepskyblue]"[b]That is beautiful. Your music is pretty cool,[/b]"[/color] [color=lavender]Bella struggled to find more comforting words and adjectives.[/color] [i][color=mediumaquamarine]Remember, you have to be nice and sympathetic. This man is not your enemy, or yet, at least. Be kind, like Lysandra would want you to be... You need allies and you also need food so don't be a dumbass.[/color][/i] [color=lavender]She breathed in and out once more, and smiled sympathetically and offered her hand for him to hold if she wished.[/color] [color=deepskyblue][b]"I'm sorry to hear about your friend passing. Is there anything I can do to help?"[/b][/color]

[color=lavender]Bella looked around for a chair but found none, so she stood against the wall with her arms crossed loosely. She titled her head and waited for a reply, all the while scanning the room for any dangers. She had kept a distance from the window and out of the line of vision. She was not sure if she had been followed or what the hell would happen next. Hopefully they could find food soon or else she would pass out next on this poor faun.[/color]