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Indeed, where would he put it? That was a big board. Needless to say Bell knew what she'd be getting Tal for Christmas - another board. "Yeah, I told Tal that we could do meetings here, but Lily had already claimed hostess-ship for that last one." Bell said as they began their way up the stairs.

Up stairs seemed like one long hallway, with rooms off to either side. At the end of the hall though, was a balcony with a set of stairs that lead up to the attic. Bell playfully put on the voice and actions of a tour guide "To your right you will find the utility room, and further down yet another bath room, and in front of us is the spare room, and that last door is my room." and now that the tour-guide voice spell was over- "Ahem, anyway..."

She opened the door tot he spare room and flipped on the light. It was...perhaps the most sad, empty room in the house, home only to a bed and bedside table. There wasn't even a lamp on said table. The utility room on the other side of the hallway had no door. And Bell was then reminded that she needed to move her laundry from the washer to the dryer, and take what was in the dryer out.
"Um, feel free to look around the rest of up here while I put my laundry into the dryer, kay?" There was an apologetic grin. She was really awful when it came to remembering laundry, but that gave him an open door, a green flag, to investigate the rest of the place.

Bell giggle - audible to the next room over. The bathroom was, indeed, pretty big. Luxurious, really. But you could tell it was often used - the shampoo and conditioner bottles, as well as the bodywash no longer inhabited their proper places on the shelf where they might have actually stayed once, and instead sat beside the tub. hair brush and straightener sat beside the sink along with some makeup that was left out, yet neatly stacked in the corner.

Finally, with the dryer going and the towels that were previously in the dryer all folded, Bell entered the bathroom, stack of large, poofy, towels in her arms. "Out of the two, it is my favorite bathroom." Was it sad that she could say that? Bell began putting the towels away in the cabinet opposite the wall the sink was on. "After all," she began, "it is just a couple steps from my room," bell took those two large steps and threw open her bedroom door.
It was the only room that one could really say was in any way truly decorated. The windowseat had been turned into a window bed, complete with a blue mesh canopy. The bear Xavier had won at the carnival sat beside her bedside lamp. There was a shelf that housed her cd player and a majority of her CD collection, as well as many...many old scripts. There was her desk, a mirror, her laptop, and on the wall some pictures - mostly theatre stuff again.
Still, the room was clean, and she seemed to be alright with him checking the place out, but with all due propriety she would stay by the door.

And she wouldn't mind one bit. She couldn't imagine not having hot water. Nope. She loved her long, warm, baths too much to go without. As evidenced by her selection of bubble baths, and bath salts.

Bell nodded, "I started theatre when I was six. My last production was last fall's production of The Secret Garden." She had played Lillias Craven. The pictures all ranged from her beginning to then. Some of them were simply advertisement posters - her favorites; A Little Princess, Pippin, and Rock of Ages.
Bell had kept all her scripts and music books - paying whatever fee came with it. Not that she couldn't probably repeat them each by heart. Okay, at least her lines she could. Since leaving the theatre Bell had thought about becoming a theatre teacher, or something like that, but being a senshi kept her holding that at arms length.

"Three shows a year," Bell said in agreement, leaning against the door frame. It was a lot, but at the same time...Bell felt like she'd missed out on a lot more when it came to life. Bell smiled though - her life wasn't over yet. "I don't suppose you ever went to any?"

Not many high school kids went to shows. At least, the ones not in some sort of glee club. The ones that were, well,..they were probably IN the production. From time to time they had some that came in for extra credit English work. Just as well though. Because knowing her luck he would have gone to the RENT production. Any other show but that, and Bell might not become a tomato.

"One day," Bell said, reassuringly. "One day you will. Me on the other hand?" Bell shook her head. "My time on stage is done. I've been thinking though..." She finally passed through the door and walked up beside him, "of maybe being a teacher. Surely some school around here has a theatre program."

Bell took hold of his hand. She didn't want him getting too upset or anything. No, bell gave him that adoring smile and began to walk towards the doorway. "And here is my balcony of sorts." She said that remembering just how she'd entered his apartment last time. Likewise, she didn't lock it. She opened the door and there they were.

One way or another, she'd see that Xavier had his dream. All he'd have to do was work on his music. Even if no bar would hire him, she was sure she could some way or another convince her father to invest in one. He could have his own bar. Dance club. Whatever he wanted. If it came down to it Bell would make it happen.

Bell leaned on the balcony railing, "I guess that means I need to get my butt back to school then." She laughed. "I'm just not sure about handling kids. I'd probably want to strangle them at least ten times a day - how do teachers manage it?" Bell had never understood how some teachers didn't go insane.

"Maybe there's some secret they teach at college for people who want to become teachers." The thought was rather funny to Bell. She stood back up, not placing much faith in the wooden railing for too long. "I dunno. I'd rather see you obtain your dream," she said, turning to face him with a warm smile as she took his hand again.

She'd lived out a dream, and would settle for trying to inspire others to have the same. Now she had a new one - one that she would never outlive until her heart expires.