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[OPEN] Catch-all!
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))
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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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.
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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."
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lemme know if this isn't okay!
its perfect :33
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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.
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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.
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