Belle had finished the paperwork for their newest member and stretched at her desk.
"You need to stretch your legs," Cynthia said. "Why don't you go for a walk or something?"
Belle smirked. "Translation : go and get lunch for us at subway."
Her friend shrugged. "What can I say? You know me well. So... please?"
Belle laughed. "Alright. Meatball sub with American cheese and sun chips?"
"You know me very well," she said and handed her money for the lunch.
Belle walked to subway rather then take the bus. It was a nice walk and Cynthia had been right, she needed to stretch her legs.
She was walking by an empty lot when she heard whimpering. She stopped and listened, hearing it again. It sounded like a dog.
"Hello?" she called softly, entering the lot through a hole in the fence. She whistled lightly. The whimpering sound came again. She looked under some branches and found a stray dog. She couldn't tell what kind it was, only that it was dirty and looked like it was starving. When it moved she saw it holding up it's paw, which looked like it had been bitten by some kind of animal, possibly a raccoon or a possum.
"Oh you poor thing," she said, lunch forgotten. She held out her hand for the dog to sniff. It limped forward and was soon sniffing and licking her hand, it's tail wagging.
She checked it's neck for a tag. It had a collar on, but instead of a tag it had some kind of strange trinket.
"What's this sweetie?" she asked in a soothing voice as the dog continued to lick her. She touched it and felt a jolt go through her arm. She gasped and tried to pull away, but it was like the trinket wouldn't let her let go. A light built from the center of the trinket, glowing brighter and brighter.
Belle screamed as the light engulfed her.
When it cleared, both girl and dog were gone...
Belle woke with a ringing in her ears. Then something wet lapped at her cheek.
She opened her eyes to find herself lying on the ground in a forest. The dog from before was licking her cheek quite vigorously.
"Okay, okay I get it," she said and sat up. "Just what the hell was that and where have you taken me?"
It's response was to bark and spin around in a circle a couple of times.
Belle sighed. "Can you at least lead me to a phone?"
It barked a few more times and ran around her and then went off into a direction through the trees.
"Hey!" Belle shouted, running after him. "Wait up! You have four more legs then me!"
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11 yrs ago
Because of my mom's cancer treatments and some other problems I may be slow on posting in things. please be patient with me.
11 yrs ago
To all of the people I am in rps with : battling some depression right now, will be back in a day or two
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I am looking forward to Gaston way too much to quit now. I WANT GASTON AND ADAM, but mainly I can't wait for Belle to tell Gaston off. :-D
I will post when I get home from work and Belle will be in fairytale land. I am determined!
I really wish you had talked to me before doing this. I'm sorry to go all 'GM-mode' on you, but I really do not approve for several reasons. I'm going to work now. I will talk to you more about this tonight.
In the meantime, please no one else include the bomb or explosion in your posts as this is not an approved part of the plot.
In the meantime, please no one else include the bomb or explosion in your posts as this is not an approved part of the plot.
Jessalyn - Haywood - Eli
Jess was surprised at his reaction. She expected to be yelled at. Instead he was rather kind. She felt bad for her harsh words.
"I'm sorry," she apologized. "I shouldn't have reacted so disrespectfully. But you shouldn't talk badly about people," she insisted, biting her lip.
The size of the place they took her to astounded her. Why hadn't Lynn known about this place? If they could have lived here this whole time maybe Lynn wouldn't have had to work so hard to provide for them.
Everyone was smiling and seemed happy. It was the kind of place Jess had always wanted to live, even before the outbreak. Jess found herself smiling in return to the people that passed them.
The room was nice. Well nice when compared to the train car. It had a bed and a small bathroom with a sink and a toilet. When he mentioned hot water she nearly squealed in excitement. Any hot water she and Lynn had had to be boiled then cooled before being able to use it. But she wasn't going to be greedy, especially after he explained that not everyone had it.
When he turned to leave she spoke out to stop him. "My name is Jessalyn," she told him as he shut the door, hoping he had heard her. If not, she'd tell him later.
Sitting down on the bed, she suddenly felt drained. She hadn't realized how stressed she had been until she knew she was safe. Behind a fence manned by guards and inside a building with a door to her own room, she finally felt safe for the first time in many months. Her body collapsed back onto the bed. Tears pricked at her eyes. She wished Lynn was here. She felt guilty enjoying this when her friend was still out there.
And Floyd... she prayed once again for his safety. No matter what anyone had said about him, he had helped her and saved her life. For that he deserved her thanks and her prayers. She hoped he was alright, that he had gotten away. She hoped he would enjoy the rest of his life and get whatever he desired.
Jess used a little of the hot water to wash her face, neck and arms. She felt a little better but what she really needed was some new clothes and a way to wash her hair. She opened the door cautiously and wandered outside.
People walked by, going about their business. She felt bad bothering them.
Finally an old woman took pity on her and helped her.
After an hour Jess had a bath, washed her hair and had new clothes on. She felt truly clean for the first time in a long time.
"There you are now," the old woman said, finishing brushing Jess' hair. "You look very pretty now that we got all those layers of dirt off of you. Poor child."
Jess smiled a little. "Lynn took care of me the best she could. She often went without so I could have food and clean cloths."
The old woman nodded. "I'm sure she did. She sounds like a good woman. I hope she arrives here soon as well."
Jess shook her head. "I don't think Lynn would like it here. She doesn't like being told what to do."
"We all have to do our part," the old woman said, as if quoting from something important.
"Where is the man who brought me here?" Jess asked after the woman braided her hair and tied it back with a piece of blue cloth. "I would like to thank him for the room."
"Oh yes, Eli," the woman said, nodding with a smile. "Such a sweet man. Poor thing, his wife died not too long ago. He should be around here somewhere."
Jess thanked the woman for her kindness and wandered off. She looked for a while, asking people for directions. Apparently Eli had gone to talk to someone in an office. Jess started going that way when she was nearly knocked over by some guards coming around a corner.
"Watch it," they said harshly before continuing on their way.
Jess frowned. That was the first sign of rudeness she had seen from these people. It didn't sit well with her. She tried to shake off the feeling of something not being right and continued her search. She finally saw Eli coming down the hall.
"Mr. Eli," she said, going towards him. "I wanted to... to thank you for the room," she told him. "Although I do not agree with how I was brought here, I appreciate your consideration."
She paused for a moment, then offered her hand. Perhaps they just needed to start over.
"I don't know if you heard me before, but my name is Jessalyn. I'm about five or six months along... I think..." she added, unsure. "I do want to help. It's not fair for me to do nothing. I can cook and I have some first aid knowledge."
Jess was surprised at his reaction. She expected to be yelled at. Instead he was rather kind. She felt bad for her harsh words.
"I'm sorry," she apologized. "I shouldn't have reacted so disrespectfully. But you shouldn't talk badly about people," she insisted, biting her lip.
The size of the place they took her to astounded her. Why hadn't Lynn known about this place? If they could have lived here this whole time maybe Lynn wouldn't have had to work so hard to provide for them.
Everyone was smiling and seemed happy. It was the kind of place Jess had always wanted to live, even before the outbreak. Jess found herself smiling in return to the people that passed them.
The room was nice. Well nice when compared to the train car. It had a bed and a small bathroom with a sink and a toilet. When he mentioned hot water she nearly squealed in excitement. Any hot water she and Lynn had had to be boiled then cooled before being able to use it. But she wasn't going to be greedy, especially after he explained that not everyone had it.
When he turned to leave she spoke out to stop him. "My name is Jessalyn," she told him as he shut the door, hoping he had heard her. If not, she'd tell him later.
Sitting down on the bed, she suddenly felt drained. She hadn't realized how stressed she had been until she knew she was safe. Behind a fence manned by guards and inside a building with a door to her own room, she finally felt safe for the first time in many months. Her body collapsed back onto the bed. Tears pricked at her eyes. She wished Lynn was here. She felt guilty enjoying this when her friend was still out there.
And Floyd... she prayed once again for his safety. No matter what anyone had said about him, he had helped her and saved her life. For that he deserved her thanks and her prayers. She hoped he was alright, that he had gotten away. She hoped he would enjoy the rest of his life and get whatever he desired.
Jess used a little of the hot water to wash her face, neck and arms. She felt a little better but what she really needed was some new clothes and a way to wash her hair. She opened the door cautiously and wandered outside.
People walked by, going about their business. She felt bad bothering them.
Finally an old woman took pity on her and helped her.
After an hour Jess had a bath, washed her hair and had new clothes on. She felt truly clean for the first time in a long time.
"There you are now," the old woman said, finishing brushing Jess' hair. "You look very pretty now that we got all those layers of dirt off of you. Poor child."
Jess smiled a little. "Lynn took care of me the best she could. She often went without so I could have food and clean cloths."
The old woman nodded. "I'm sure she did. She sounds like a good woman. I hope she arrives here soon as well."
Jess shook her head. "I don't think Lynn would like it here. She doesn't like being told what to do."
"We all have to do our part," the old woman said, as if quoting from something important.
"Where is the man who brought me here?" Jess asked after the woman braided her hair and tied it back with a piece of blue cloth. "I would like to thank him for the room."
"Oh yes, Eli," the woman said, nodding with a smile. "Such a sweet man. Poor thing, his wife died not too long ago. He should be around here somewhere."
Jess thanked the woman for her kindness and wandered off. She looked for a while, asking people for directions. Apparently Eli had gone to talk to someone in an office. Jess started going that way when she was nearly knocked over by some guards coming around a corner.
"Watch it," they said harshly before continuing on their way.
Jess frowned. That was the first sign of rudeness she had seen from these people. It didn't sit well with her. She tried to shake off the feeling of something not being right and continued her search. She finally saw Eli coming down the hall.
"Mr. Eli," she said, going towards him. "I wanted to... to thank you for the room," she told him. "Although I do not agree with how I was brought here, I appreciate your consideration."
She paused for a moment, then offered her hand. Perhaps they just needed to start over.
"I don't know if you heard me before, but my name is Jessalyn. I'm about five or six months along... I think..." she added, unsure. "I do want to help. It's not fair for me to do nothing. I can cook and I have some first aid knowledge."
Lynn - Underground - Tyler
Lynn woke up abruptly and roughly. She looked around then smiled weakly at Tyler. "Somehow I just knew I couldn't go the rest of my life without seeing you again. You're like a cockroach that won't die."
When he threatened her with his tools she laughed bitterly. "Oh please. You know me, in more then one sense. You know that won't do anything to me. Besides, what could I possible know that you would want to know?"
She didn't know what he wanted, but just the fact that he was willing to torture her for it made her not want to tell him.
Lynn woke up abruptly and roughly. She looked around then smiled weakly at Tyler. "Somehow I just knew I couldn't go the rest of my life without seeing you again. You're like a cockroach that won't die."
When he threatened her with his tools she laughed bitterly. "Oh please. You know me, in more then one sense. You know that won't do anything to me. Besides, what could I possible know that you would want to know?"
She didn't know what he wanted, but just the fact that he was willing to torture her for it made her not want to tell him.
I'm going to get Belle to fairytale land damn it!! *pouts* I want to have her interact with Gaston at least. Has Adam disappeared?
Jessalyn - Haywood - Eli
Jess didn't bother to fight. There was no point. They were stronger and faster then her and she was not about to do anything that might endanger her baby.
They walked for quite a while in silence. She didn't know where they were taking her and didn't bother asking again since it was obvious the men didn't want to talk. So she used to time to pray. Pray that Lynn was okay, wherever she was. But mostly to pray that Floyd was still alive and that he was able to get away. She didn't believe he was going to come after her, after all she was just an annoyance, but he had helped her so she prayed he would get away safely and that the rest of his life went smoothly.
When the silence was finally broken it was the lead man asking her name, but before she could answer he was off on a tangent about Floyd.
Jess felt herself getting angry, which was unusual for her.
"Just stop right now," she said sharply. "Floyd is not the father of my baby. No the father was an ass like you. I am not a whore as you seem to assume I am. And Floyd may not have been the nicest person, and he did yell at me a few times, but he helped me and kept me alive. So he doesn't deserve you saying such horrible things about him, and he certainly didn't deserve you leaving him back there."
Her anger made her bolder then usual. She pulled at the hands of the men holding her. "And please tell them to let me go. I'm not going anywhere and they are hurting me."
She was forced into a van and pressed between two of the men, one of whom was touching a little too much for her taste. She didn't like his smile either. It brought back bad memories.
The mention of 'business men' made her anger evaporate and her fear come back. Her eyes went wide with fear and her voice started to tremble.
"Please," she said and her voice broke a little, so she cleared her throat and tried again. "Please tell me his name is not Tyler," she begged.
She could handle anyone but him. Lynn had told her about him. He was the spawn of Satan himself.
Jess didn't bother to fight. There was no point. They were stronger and faster then her and she was not about to do anything that might endanger her baby.
They walked for quite a while in silence. She didn't know where they were taking her and didn't bother asking again since it was obvious the men didn't want to talk. So she used to time to pray. Pray that Lynn was okay, wherever she was. But mostly to pray that Floyd was still alive and that he was able to get away. She didn't believe he was going to come after her, after all she was just an annoyance, but he had helped her so she prayed he would get away safely and that the rest of his life went smoothly.
When the silence was finally broken it was the lead man asking her name, but before she could answer he was off on a tangent about Floyd.
Jess felt herself getting angry, which was unusual for her.
"Just stop right now," she said sharply. "Floyd is not the father of my baby. No the father was an ass like you. I am not a whore as you seem to assume I am. And Floyd may not have been the nicest person, and he did yell at me a few times, but he helped me and kept me alive. So he doesn't deserve you saying such horrible things about him, and he certainly didn't deserve you leaving him back there."
Her anger made her bolder then usual. She pulled at the hands of the men holding her. "And please tell them to let me go. I'm not going anywhere and they are hurting me."
She was forced into a van and pressed between two of the men, one of whom was touching a little too much for her taste. She didn't like his smile either. It brought back bad memories.
The mention of 'business men' made her anger evaporate and her fear come back. Her eyes went wide with fear and her voice started to tremble.
"Please," she said and her voice broke a little, so she cleared her throat and tried again. "Please tell me his name is not Tyler," she begged.
She could handle anyone but him. Lynn had told her about him. He was the spawn of Satan himself.
Jess - Railroad Tracks - waiting for Floyd
Every sound made her jump. Jess really hated being alone. It was frightening. Especially when you didn't know what to be more afraid of - walkers or humans. Humans were crueler and at times far more dangerous.
When she finally heard Floyd calling her name she was thrilled. Getting up, she looked for him in the darkness. "I'm here!" she called out, moving towards his voice.
A gun shot made her cry out and duck, covering her stomach protectively. She saw Floyd fall to the ground.
"Floyd!" she cried and hurried towards him only to stop when she realized another man, a stranger, had appeared. He and the other men with him started to beat Floyd.
"No!" she cried. "No stop! Please!" Tears stung her eyes.
So much violence... so much pain... why couldn't it stop?
Jess took a step back in shock when the man said Floyd had fallen in love with her. That wasn't true. That wasn't any more true then his next assumption that Floyd had gotten her pregnant.
"That's not-" she started to say when the other men started towards her. "Leave me alone!" she cried. "Just leave us alone!"
She looked around for a weapon but found only a rock. She smashed it against one man's arm, making it bruise and bleed a little but that was it. They pinned her arms roughly, holding her in place. Jess struggled but it was useless.
She cried more when he kicked Floyd in the face. "Please, just stop!" she begged. "Floyd!" she called to him, praying he was still alive. "Floyd! You can't leave him here! The walkers will get him! Please! Floyd!"
Jess was crying in her panic. One of the men put a hand over her mouth to silence her. She was helpless as they carried her off by force. She kept struggling to look back at Floyd. She wanted to see him move, just see him move to know that he was going to be okay.
Whatever fear she had for her baby was dispelled quickly. The men never touched her stomach. It made her wonder where they were taking her. Once they were far enough away from Floyd the hand was removed from her mouth.
Jess coughed and tried to take deep breaths to calm herself.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked, her voice shaking.
Every sound made her jump. Jess really hated being alone. It was frightening. Especially when you didn't know what to be more afraid of - walkers or humans. Humans were crueler and at times far more dangerous.
When she finally heard Floyd calling her name she was thrilled. Getting up, she looked for him in the darkness. "I'm here!" she called out, moving towards his voice.
A gun shot made her cry out and duck, covering her stomach protectively. She saw Floyd fall to the ground.
"Floyd!" she cried and hurried towards him only to stop when she realized another man, a stranger, had appeared. He and the other men with him started to beat Floyd.
"No!" she cried. "No stop! Please!" Tears stung her eyes.
So much violence... so much pain... why couldn't it stop?
Jess took a step back in shock when the man said Floyd had fallen in love with her. That wasn't true. That wasn't any more true then his next assumption that Floyd had gotten her pregnant.
"That's not-" she started to say when the other men started towards her. "Leave me alone!" she cried. "Just leave us alone!"
She looked around for a weapon but found only a rock. She smashed it against one man's arm, making it bruise and bleed a little but that was it. They pinned her arms roughly, holding her in place. Jess struggled but it was useless.
She cried more when he kicked Floyd in the face. "Please, just stop!" she begged. "Floyd!" she called to him, praying he was still alive. "Floyd! You can't leave him here! The walkers will get him! Please! Floyd!"
Jess was crying in her panic. One of the men put a hand over her mouth to silence her. She was helpless as they carried her off by force. She kept struggling to look back at Floyd. She wanted to see him move, just see him move to know that he was going to be okay.
Whatever fear she had for her baby was dispelled quickly. The men never touched her stomach. It made her wonder where they were taking her. Once they were far enough away from Floyd the hand was removed from her mouth.
Jess coughed and tried to take deep breaths to calm herself.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked, her voice shaking.
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I don't know if I'll be posting tonight guys. Not feeling very well.
Gonna check back in a little while.
I don't know if I'll be posting tonight guys. Not feeling very well.
Gonna check back in a little while.
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