[OPEN] Catch-all!

[onsilksheets]

Who: Bela and Wonderland
Where: Anywhere and everywhere
When: Across the event!
Rating: PG-13 for now. Will update as needed
Summary: A fun-filled weekend full of alcohol, flirting and vengeance. Followed by regret when the event ends
The Story:

From the moment she woke up on Friday morning, Bela felt a need. But it wasn't just for one thing. She thought nothing of it until later on in the day when Bela found herself asking the closet in her room for a bottle of vintage Chardonnay. The drinking steadily increases over the course of the weekend- though she has just enough restraint to prevent herself from passing out.

Other cravings reared their heads as well. The desire for company. For intimacy. To feel wanted and needed. If Bela was laying on the charm and flirtation pretty thick, then no one was safe. She would understand completely if no one was swayed by her (very obvious) charms and back off; Bela would count it as their loss instead of hers.

By late Sunday, her hatred for those who had wronged her had increased and Bela was seeking retribution. The Winchesters especially. Demons too. They had ruined her life and hindered her plans. Seeking vengeance..no, justice for what they had done seemed right in her eyes.

Nothing would stop her.

((ooc: An event post for those I have plans with but also for those who want to join in the fun. Action or prose is fine :D))

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[thepointisdolphins]

By Sunday Crowley is a bit of a mess from trying very, very, very hard not to start cursing the entire population of Wonderland or setting the whole place on fire. He's tried to dissuade the more demonic cravings with a more generalized craving for things like alcohol and sleep. It worked the last two days, but today everything is just too intense and sharp, and the feeling of needing to hurt people is starting to scare him. He knows he's going to start trying to break people's minds open if he doesn't isolate himself soon.

So he's heading back toward his room, wine bottle in one hand when he turns a corner and bumps into Bela. He stumbles a bit, but barely registers who it even is before he's moving past her with a muttered, "'Scuse me." Bela is one of the last people he wants to see right now. He kind of likes her.

Even that quick glance at her face triggers something feral in him, though, because she's been corrupted by demons before, he knows it, and he desperately wants to pull the truth of her history out of her, maybe see if he can do worse--so he tries to walk away from her as fast as he can.

[onsilksheets]

Crowley was someone that Bela considered a friend. They had a good dynamic, shared an interest in scotch and enjoyed each other's company. However, she wasn't feeling so generous towards him today and it probably didn't help that Crowley had bumped into her.

Her jaw set is in anger as she follows after him, catching up quite quickly. "Don't think you can just walk away from me without a proper apology, Crowley." Bela moves to stand in front of him, cutting off any retreat. She looks livid, her green eyes blazing. "That was highly uncalled for. Rudely knocking into me like that."

She wants to say so much more. Rage at him for being a demon. How much she despised that part of him and how he was a deceitful, lying bastard who only had his own interests at heart. Bela doesn't even realise that her feelings are a result of an event.

[thepointisdolphins]

He stops short despite himself, surprised at her tone, and looks back at her. She looks more furious than she has any right to be, and that just makes him even more annoyed and irritated.

"What?" He bites off the word. "It was an accident. I said excuse me."

He looks a way, gritting his teeth and hissing just slightly.

"I have places to be, so."

He turns to walk away again.

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"So eager to get away from me, huh?" Bela all but shouts at him while she moves to catch up with Crowley. "I'm not worthy of a proper apology?"

She's getting angrier by the second, not deterred by him in the slightest. The logical part of her brain wasn't exactly working, her hatred drowning it out.

"Bloody typical of you demons. Rude. Deceitful. Liars. Promising things and then going back on it." She's practically snarling now. "You deserve to be punished for what you've done."

[thepointisdolphins]

He rounds on her, lip curled into a snarl. "What is your problem?"

He can't finish the thought, though, because she's still yelling. And there it is--Crowley supposes that if this event is about cravings, she must be desperately craving vengeance on demons right now.

That or to be murdered by the aforementioned demons.

His eyes narrow to slits behind his sunglasses and his hands ball into fists. He wants to hurt her, and it's all he can do to keep himself still.

"And what have I done? I haven't done anything to you. This is the event talking." He hisses through his teeth. "Now leave me alone before I do something we'll both regret later."

[jolting]

Victor saw that man's post about their cravings being on over-drive, but he didn't see anything wrong with what he wanted. So if he happened to run into someone whose needs met up with his, he'd be more than happy to share the indulgence.

[onsilksheets]

Bela comes across Victor in the first floor hallway by accident. It wasn't surprising, given the amount of people in the mansion, but he proves to be quite worthy of her attention. Which is why she smiles brightly when she sees him, giving him a subtle once over.

"Have we met before?"

[jolting]

Victor saw the woman and while she was looking at him, he was doing the same to her. And he liked what he saw a lot.

"I would remember meeting you," he quipped. "My name's Victor. What's yours?"

[onsilksheets]

"Charming," she replied, teasing gently. "My name is Bela. It's lovely to meet you, Victor."

Bela had noticed him looking at her and it pleased her greatly. "Where were you off to?"

[jolting]

"Bela. What a lovely name." His smile grew. "I was going to get a drink. You're welcome to join me if you're interested."

[ganking]

It's an odd sort of mutual truce he feels he has with Bela. Not that Dean minds, he has too many other, much more dangerous people to keep an eye on... and as much as he knows she can be a pain, he's glad for whatever sort of resolution his other-self and Bela had managed to find beforehand. It leaves him feeling that she won't be too much of a problem during his stay in Wonderland.

Of course, that doesn't mean Dean directly seeks out her company... Or really even wants it when he does spot her, not when she has that look on the face which screams angry woman on a mission.

But then, it's not like he can really keep his mouth shut either.

"You're lookin' all sorts of riled up."

[onsilksheets]

The truce she had put in place with the Dean before had been a blessing. They didn't have to bother each other and they could get on with their lives in Wonderland without having to speak. Bela has other concerns, other people that she enjoyed spending time with; not dealing with Winchesters made everything so much easier for her.

It had been a while since Bela was this angry. This feeling was exacerbated when she saw Dean coming towards her. Poor judgment call on his part, but he didn't know exactly how Bela was feeling right now.

"Am I? I hadn't noticed." She bites back, voice full of contempt. "But I do have a good reason for it though."

[ganking]

Oh, there's that snippy snappy accent of hers, always slightly grating his nerves. But Dean doesn't realize this could have anything to do with him, or something he's done. As far as he's concerned, all their combined mistakes have been forgotten and moved past from.

"Yeah? What happened, you spill your afternoon tea on yourself or something?" Haha, so funny.

Unlike so many of Wonderland's residents, Dean's own cravings aren't violent or vicious. Which is much better than he could have asked for, considering the mess Sam has going on. But with his brother locked up, things are looking up...

"No point wastin' your energy bein' angry about it."

Dean Winchester telling someone to not waste their time being angry, everyone.

[onsilksheets]

Yeah, she really wasn't in the mood for any of his unfunny quips. He could probably tell, judging by the way her eyes narrow and how her lips curled.

"As always, Dean. You can't tell me what to do." Bela takes a step towards him, her gaze level with his and full of contempt, the truce long forgotten. He might be bigger and stronger than her but Blake had been teaching her a few defense moves and she was fairly adept.

Then her voice turns sickly sweet, low and dangerous. "My reason is you. Being around here. Existing. Parading around with that self-righteous bullshit that all you hunters have and I'm sick of it. I'm sick of you." She takes another step, getting closer.

[ganking]

It all starts going downhill so much faster than Dean would have ever expected. Now, he's never thought them possible of becoming friends, not even in a world such as this one, but the sheer hate in her eyes and nasty twist to her words has him realizing something isn't right fairly quickly.

Maybe something worse that spilled tea's ruined her day.

"Woah, hey." He's waving his hands in mock surrender. "Ain't we supposed to be chill-- heck, ain't you supposed to be over all the crap that happened before. Or did my other-self do something to tick you off? 'Cause if so, you're a couple months late on startin' with the hate parade."

Clean slate for this Dean and all. He hopes.

[thehobbsgirl]

Abigail is jealous of all the people who have cravings for things they can touch, can get from a magic closet or from the people around them. She's seen them: gorging themselves on candy, dancing, flirting, fighting. But she's figured out by now that, by some cruel twist of fate, she only wants things from the dead. She wants to be forgiven by those she has wronged, wants to get revenge on her father for everything he did. None of it is possible, so she can't sleep, can't focus.

It's late Saturday night and Abigail is wandering the mansion trying not to think about how much she would like to have been the one to kill her father, not to imagine different scenarios in which she'd been the one with the knife. If she'd acted first, could she have saved her mother?

She's so deep in her thoughts that, when she spots Bela, it takes her a moment to recognize the woman as one of the first people she talked to after she arrived. The English lady, the one who had told her actual, helpful facts instead of vague platitudes about how it was all going to be fine. Abigail, perceptive as she is, immediately notices the smell of alcohol: well, that is one kind of craving to have, isn't it?

"Hey Bela," she says, with a small, rather stiff wave.

[onsilksheets]

Bela had taken a liking to Abigail when they first spoke. She was smart, asked the right questions and they had the same first name; 'Bela' was a name she had given herself to shake away the past and build up a new identity.

But that wasn't important now.

She recognised something in the younger girl, though she wasn't exactly sure what it was. A vulnerability, perhaps? But there also seemed to be a strength. Bela had a feeling there was more to Abigail than what she had learned so far- it was just a case of finding the opportunity to ask her.

"Abigail," she replies with a smile, surprised to see her. "It's nice to finally meet you in person." It's true that Bela has been drinking, but she's still coherent enough to talk. "What are you doing at this late hour?"

[thehobbsgirl]

Abigail gives a tiny shrug that she thinks looks more nonchalant than it actually does. She isn't a bad liar, but her body language betrays her in little ways: she is holding herself rigidly, defensively, and against her pale skin it's easy to see shadows under her eyes.

"Can't sleep." She makes the decision not to lie, but she doesn't elaborate. In a way, Abigail is glad for the event: it gives her a good excuse for acting unusual, at least for a little while. Something she can gesture towards to say it wasn't me, we were all acting odd then.

"Bet you're used to these things, aren't you?" she asks, not doubting that Bela will know she's referring to the current event they are all experiencing. If Bela's been here - was it eight months, she'd said? - she must have adapted. Abigail can respect that.

[onsilksheets]

She watches the way Abigail responds, taking in every little detail- something that Bela does best. Just what was going on with her?

"I've been there before." Bela admits softly, being honest in return. It only stretches so far because she was reluctant to tell Abigail the reasons why she had found it difficult to sleep. "Walking around might tire you out."

"I suppose I am. But this event in particular is different to any other that I have experienced in my time in Wonderland." It was affecting her emotionally as well as physically. Both of which were demanding. "It's a tricky one."

[thehobbsgirl]

Abigail is glad to hear Bela admit that this is a particularly tricky event; that gives her some hope that she'll be able to endure her time here without going too crazy - hopefully. It's small comfort in the meantime, though. She can walk around and tire herself out, but that isn't going to stop her from having nightmares. For once, she misses Port Haven. There, at least, when she couldn't sleep, there were nurses who could give her something to help.

Maybe she'll take a page out of Bela's book and try getting drunk, in lieu of real medicine. She can't imagine that, in a place as nonsensical as this, anyone would be checking for I.D. Who would even have any with them?

"I just wish it would make me crave something simple, like... coffee, or tacos."

[goesdown]

Crowley wasn't entirely enjoying his weekend. Sure, he'd spent much time around the people he felt most attached to, but at the end of the day, he wasn't exactly getting warm and positive responses and he wracked his brain for people who actually did treat him warmly.

Bela may not have been his bestie, but they got along, right? She was flirty and pleasant and that was about what he needed right now.

That thought process is what brought him knocking on her door towards the end of all of the event.

[onsilksheets]

He probably should have reconsidered his decision to come visit Bela. Hindsight was a beautiful thing.

When Bela heard the knock on her door, she was confused. The last thing she expected was company, especially with everything that was going on in the mansion over the past few days. She was still feeling the effects now.

She moves to answer the door, pulling it open to reveal Crowley; Bela stares at him for a few moments while she tries to process why he was even here.

"What do you want?" It's more of a demand than a question. She doesn't sound too happy.

[goesdown]

He furrows his brow at that answer. He's seen her less-than-chipper, but he can't recall seeing her quite this snippy.

Without much a reason for coming here, he shifts the focus to her.

"Nothing important. Are you alright?"

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"Don't ask such a stupid question."

She's pissed off enough to get snippy with a demon who could snap her neck with a click of his fingers. What annoyed Bela even more was the fact that Crowley bothered her for no reason at all.

"What do you really want?"

[goesdown]

"Nothing. I don't know."

He takes a small step back.

"I wanted to be around someone who wasn't all..." Instead of finishing the thought, he just gestures right at her, because she's acting touchy and that's the last thing he'd been seeking out in coming here.