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Appointments + Voicemail
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[Voice, August 31]
[Written, September 12]
[Action, November 23]
Use this post to thread with Belle whenever you want! To help keep track of things please title your tags as followed:
[Voice, August 31]
[Written, September 12]
[Action, November 23]
((OOC: Continued from here.))
[As soon as her eyes widen, the tone changes. He doesn't like the feeling he gets with that... it reminds him too much of when she first saw him... not as bad, but still, it... it's like...
And then she asks the question - so truthfully, there's no tease behind it - and suddenly it's gone. He doesn't know what it is, but it was there before and it's not here now. It's overwhelming, confusing... is she alright?]
I... o... o-of course. Wh... wh-what is it?
[As soon as her eyes widen, the tone changes. He doesn't like the feeling he gets with that... it reminds him too much of when she first saw him... not as bad, but still, it... it's like...
And then she asks the question - so truthfully, there's no tease behind it - and suddenly it's gone. He doesn't know what it is, but it was there before and it's not here now. It's overwhelming, confusing... is she alright?]
I... o... o-of course. Wh... wh-what is it?
Edited 2012-10-08 07:51 (UTC)
[Belle doesn't blame him for being confused, as she's quite confused herself. He must think she's acting awfully strange, but she's not sure how else to act. Everything seems so...wrong here. Nothing feels familiar in the least.]
I just...can't remember. When I woke up I couldn't remember anything. I still can't. [Her eyes dart around the room as even more unease settles in. Something is telling her that she needs to remain calm. Getting upset wouldn't help anything. So she takes a couple of deep breathes before looking at him again.]
What is your name? I feel so silly talking to you like this when I can't even remember that much.
I just...can't remember. When I woke up I couldn't remember anything. I still can't. [Her eyes dart around the room as even more unease settles in. Something is telling her that she needs to remain calm. Getting upset wouldn't help anything. So she takes a couple of deep breathes before looking at him again.]
What is your name? I feel so silly talking to you like this when I can't even remember that much.
[He just found out this morning... was wandering near where he lived and overheard something... something about Mac. They said he was gone - returned home - but he didn't want to believe it. He instead stormed up to where his room was, looking for some sign of him, a bag or a picture or even a letter like others had given him... but nothing. He was gone.
No. Not again. He felt like he was through with losing friends. Belle had come and everything appeared to be going just right, just how it was supposed to be in Luceti. But then there's Mac. Mac, the first friend he ever made here, someone he thought would ever be his only friend here... the first to accept him for who he was, and even appreciate it. But now... now he's gone. Just like the others. He knows he has been told how to handle it when friends leave, but he's not hearing it right now... all he hears is silence in his head as he slowly heads on back home. His present home.
Needless to say, the Beast that walks in through the door is not a pleasant one.]
No. Not again. He felt like he was through with losing friends. Belle had come and everything appeared to be going just right, just how it was supposed to be in Luceti. But then there's Mac. Mac, the first friend he ever made here, someone he thought would ever be his only friend here... the first to accept him for who he was, and even appreciate it. But now... now he's gone. Just like the others. He knows he has been told how to handle it when friends leave, but he's not hearing it right now... all he hears is silence in his head as he slowly heads on back home. His present home.
Needless to say, the Beast that walks in through the door is not a pleasant one.]
[Belle glances up from the book in her hands and opens her mouth to greet him. But the words die in her throat when she catches sight of his expression. Her brows furrow in concern as she set the book down next to her carefully.]
Beast? What is it?
Beast? What is it?
[Everything in his body seems to stop. He freezes up, and is only left to stare at her in confusion, bewilderment. She can't remember... she can't remember him. It's like something out of a bad dream that he never had - something deep down that he had feared but never realised until now. Belle... not remembering him.
Finally he relaxes, sighs and looks at the floor. This was the Malnosso. They're doing this, like they always do. It shouldn't last forever... right? He... he can put up with it.]
I... I-I'm... Beast.
Finally he relaxes, sighs and looks at the floor. This was the Malnosso. They're doing this, like they always do. It shouldn't last forever... right? He... he can put up with it.]
I... I-I'm... Beast.
[He looks slowly up at her when she speaks, but then soon lowers his gaze.] M-Mac... he... h-he's... [Swallow. She doesn't know - it seems to make it worse.]
H-he's g-gone.
H-he's g-gone.
[The name gives her pause. It seems like a very rude thing to call someone, even it she can see why it would fit. But if it's truly his name...]
Well, Beast, it's very nice to meet you...again.
Could you perhaps...if it's not too much trouble...tell me about myself?
Well, Beast, it's very nice to meet you...again.
Could you perhaps...if it's not too much trouble...tell me about myself?
About... yourself? [Oh no... she meant "everything" when she said that. Now he wishes he had asked her more, actually get to know her better. There is so little he never learned from her, what her background is, anything.]
You... you l-like to read... and, uh, y-you're... s-smart?
You... you l-like to read... and, uh, y-you're... s-smart?
He's gone... h-home. [The answer is short, but there is a deep sound emphasis on that last word.]
[Belle considers this for a moment before slowly nodding. She pulls a small card from a pocket on her dress and looks at it.]
This card was on my bedside table when I woke up. It tells me a couple of things about myself and my love of books is on there. It also mentions you and that I have a brother named Silas.
...Is there anything else you can tell me?
This card was on my bedside table when I woke up. It tells me a couple of things about myself and my love of books is on there. It also mentions you and that I have a brother named Silas.
...Is there anything else you can tell me?
[His eyes widen slightly and stare at the card in her hands... that at least makes it certain that the Malnosso caused it. Wait - they are not that courteous, they must say something that's going to make trouble for her... but the thing about books is definitely true... and he really doesn't know if she has a brother in their world, he just knows her father...]
What... what does it say about... me?
What... what does it say about... me?
[The touch catches his attention and he raises his head just enough to look at Belle.] I know. But I'll... n-never see him again.
Oh? [Really? They said that about him? But they're never that good, not to anybody. Yet... it is true... so maybe... maybe it's different this time?]
Th-that... th-that's right.
Th-that... th-that's right.
M-maybe. [Two friends came back... but not all of them.]
I... don't know.
I... don't know.
Ah... [Oh no. The unknown question. The one he can't answer, because he never bothered to ask before. Oh why didn't he ask her before?]
I... I... [And he slowly lowers his head and shakes it gently.]
I... I... [And he slowly lowers his head and shakes it gently.]
[He gently shakes his head and slowly walks over to his chair settling himself down on his chair, running his paw over his face out of stress.]
N-n... n-no. [He shrinks in his spot. He probably should have asked her before.]
[It's a quiet, curious blonde that wanders into the library mid-afternoon. She knows Art isn't something one studies and practices into perfection, not in the same way one would dance. It's to be intuitive but...there must be some books on mediums and color theory. Something to help her get a solid idea of what to do with this sudden creative drive.]
...pardon me?
...pardon me?
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