Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2016 4:30:22 GMT
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The sun was up, so Belle was, too. Setting up in the living area, Belle sat cross-legged on the floor, leaning back and stretching out in preparation for her morning Yoga routine. Rain pelted the windows otherwise she’d have been right out there doing this instead of stuck inside. At least from her place inside the ship she might hear Beryl scream...if her little practical joke did its job. Pressing forward, she put her forehead to the mat, wondering how long it would take for Beryl to realize what she did.
Last night while Beryl was out recruiting or training or whatever he’d been doing, she decided to jump start this April Fool’s Day by changing out his shaving cream for silly string. Knowing the kind he used, she bought a new one and just...switched the contents. For someone with her capabilities, the process went swiftly, and after he left she just switched out the two cans. Easy peasy. Now, all she had to do was focus on making breakfast, wondering if the shoot of pink would spook her boss like everything else seemed to. Not that that was bad, she actually found it endearing in a strange way, but truths about people you care about often proved that way eventually.
Funny how letting someone into your life, allowing them to change it, made you vulnerable to them in certain ways. In more ways than one, Belle felt more free than ever before, like her life was finally in her own hands. With this fresh, new lease on life, Hannibelle Evensong wondered that maybe she could finally figure out who she wanted to be, rather than who her parents built her to be. Always put up on some high pedestal, used to feeling as if, if she moved or breathed wrong at all, then she’d plummet to her death and none of it would matter, anyway. Sure, the world might mourn for a little while, but in the Grand Scheme of things Hannibelle didn’t feel like she mattered very much. Having been an ‘only child,’ thrust into the spotlight from the moment she breathed for the first time, Belle never really had anyone she could really consider friends. Even her ‘parents,’ Tyler and Nature, expected things from her from the very beginning. She didn’t have people in her life she could relax around or play jokes on, not really.
Everyone she met wanted something from her in one way or another, except for Harrison, her best friend, who she rarely saw. Even the girls...her Lambs, sometimes she felt like they just laughed at her jokes because they felt like they were supposed to. This ability to be charming, charismatic, to make people love her cut both ways. She did love her fans, all of them, but sometimes that wasn’t enough. Often she’d find herself surrounded by people who laughed at the things she said because they wanted her attention, wanted her focus and love and time. Everyone seemed to think that because she was so damned cute, she never got lonely - that it was inconceivable someone like her would ever have want of company. But it wasn’t like any of the horde really knew her, hell, Belle didn’t even know if they liked her half the time. People just wanted to be near her whether for her sparkling personality, because she was famous or popular or cute, funny, witty...they wanted to be in her zone. But none of them knew her super special ability that when she spoke, everyone got so busy agreeing with her that they didn’t hear a damned word she said.
This new start with the Galactic Patrol was like turning a new leaf; a way to leave that cold, lonely world behind her. Better late than never, right?
Beryl Roarke
The sun was up, so Belle was, too. Setting up in the living area, Belle sat cross-legged on the floor, leaning back and stretching out in preparation for her morning Yoga routine. Rain pelted the windows otherwise she’d have been right out there doing this instead of stuck inside. At least from her place inside the ship she might hear Beryl scream...if her little practical joke did its job. Pressing forward, she put her forehead to the mat, wondering how long it would take for Beryl to realize what she did.
Last night while Beryl was out recruiting or training or whatever he’d been doing, she decided to jump start this April Fool’s Day by changing out his shaving cream for silly string. Knowing the kind he used, she bought a new one and just...switched the contents. For someone with her capabilities, the process went swiftly, and after he left she just switched out the two cans. Easy peasy. Now, all she had to do was focus on making breakfast, wondering if the shoot of pink would spook her boss like everything else seemed to. Not that that was bad, she actually found it endearing in a strange way, but truths about people you care about often proved that way eventually.
Funny how letting someone into your life, allowing them to change it, made you vulnerable to them in certain ways. In more ways than one, Belle felt more free than ever before, like her life was finally in her own hands. With this fresh, new lease on life, Hannibelle Evensong wondered that maybe she could finally figure out who she wanted to be, rather than who her parents built her to be. Always put up on some high pedestal, used to feeling as if, if she moved or breathed wrong at all, then she’d plummet to her death and none of it would matter, anyway. Sure, the world might mourn for a little while, but in the Grand Scheme of things Hannibelle didn’t feel like she mattered very much. Having been an ‘only child,’ thrust into the spotlight from the moment she breathed for the first time, Belle never really had anyone she could really consider friends. Even her ‘parents,’ Tyler and Nature, expected things from her from the very beginning. She didn’t have people in her life she could relax around or play jokes on, not really.
Everyone she met wanted something from her in one way or another, except for Harrison, her best friend, who she rarely saw. Even the girls...her Lambs, sometimes she felt like they just laughed at her jokes because they felt like they were supposed to. This ability to be charming, charismatic, to make people love her cut both ways. She did love her fans, all of them, but sometimes that wasn’t enough. Often she’d find herself surrounded by people who laughed at the things she said because they wanted her attention, wanted her focus and love and time. Everyone seemed to think that because she was so damned cute, she never got lonely - that it was inconceivable someone like her would ever have want of company. But it wasn’t like any of the horde really knew her, hell, Belle didn’t even know if they liked her half the time. People just wanted to be near her whether for her sparkling personality, because she was famous or popular or cute, funny, witty...they wanted to be in her zone. But none of them knew her super special ability that when she spoke, everyone got so busy agreeing with her that they didn’t hear a damned word she said.
This new start with the Galactic Patrol was like turning a new leaf; a way to leave that cold, lonely world behind her. Better late than never, right?
Beryl Roarke