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 Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 6:57 pm
True Feelings
Self Role Play
My Word Count: 517 If Bell was truly honest with herself, she’d have to admit she found Howl Wickham to be somewhat creepy. Or, at least she thought so to herself while walking out of the café back towards Crystal Academy. He had manners and seemed in all intents and purposes to be like any aristocratic gentlemen but… Bell was just downright creeped out by it sometimes. Even I don’t talk so formally. I feel like I have to be on my best manners around him….and I feel so tired afterwards. Is it really such an effort to be polite? Bell thought to herself. The weather was getting colder, as it was winter after all. She shifted her book bag on her shoulder, and worried over her scarf as the wind blew. It had been one thing when I was with him when Franz was around, but alone…Bell’s thoughts continued this rout till she found herself back in her room at the academy. She tossed her book bag aside, and took off her scarf. Her coat followed as she made her way to her bed, where she promptly flopped down and hugged a pillow. Her room mate, Alba, wasn’t here again. Bell always seemed to miss the girl. What did she do with her time anyway? Bell pulled from beneath her mass of pillows the laptop her father had bought her for her birthday. No doubt it had been one of his fellow co-workers that reminded him of her birthday. Either way, she now had a rather expensive laptop that was, supposedly, a high-end model. Bell’s first thought was ‘this thing is HUGE and HEAVY.’ There was no way she was lugging that sucker around school! And so, it stayed under her pillow. Her wallpaper was a pretty blue starry scene, appropriately adorned with the “Orion” constellation from which ‘her’ star, Bellatrix, was positioned. She should have been out patrolling as her senshi self. Should have been. But really, she was reluctant. Bell was not yet ready to be one with her other self. She did not yet se that she WAS Bellatrix, and Bellatrix was her. She still saw them as two different entities all together. The Senshi of Fortitude was not yet secure in her own self. How could she help save the world if she wasn’t? Bellatrix opened up a word document and got started on typing up a report for her Literature class. At least she could take care of her human duties right now. She’s worry about the world and defeating bad guys later. Bell had chosen to do her book report on the same book as she was currently doing in theatre - “The secret Garden.” She found the book much less entertaining as the play. Maybe it was just cause she wasn’t much of a reader. However she knew better than to NOT read the book, and just rent the movie, or rely on her script. No way. So, she had suffered through the book and now had to suffer through the report. Sometimes she wondered what was worse - school or youma?
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 6:22 pm
Whoooooo are you? Walkure/???, Regulus/Jamie & Bellatrix/BellRegular RPMy Word Count: Incomplete
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 11:47 am
Missing Out on Life
Solor Role Play
My word count:953 Bell walked home that night after meeting Jamie with a lot on her mind. It looked like 'normal' was out the window when it came to looking at life. Then again, with her father being who he was, she had never really had a normal life. She had never lived in a real home. She'd always been borded up at a school. True, they had always been the best of the best because her father spared no expense on her, but she felt like she had missed out on...so much. And now she'd get to miss out on much more. Why had she been pulled into this? What was being a senshi all about anyway? She hope she'd get answers soon. Bell entered her shared dorm at Crystal Academy. As usual, Alba wasn't there. Bell often wondered why, but she never asked. It wasn't her place and she didn't want to be nosey. Instead, Bell layed down on her bed and opened up a book. It was for English class - one of the classes that was taking the brunt of her grade slippage. In ancient days there lived in a remote part of Japan a man and his wife, and they were blessed with a little girl, who was the pet and idol of her parents. On one occasion the man was called away on business in distant Kyoto. Before he went he told his daughter that if she were good and dutiful to her mother he would bring her back a present she would prize very highly. Then the good man took his departure, mother and daughter watching him go.Bell envied this girl greatly - having such caring parents. She went on to read of the man’s return, and the presents he gave his beloved family. TO his daughter, a doll, and to his wife, a mirror. The good man's wife had never seen a mirror before, and on gazing into it she was under the impression that another woman looked out upon her as she gazed with growing wonder. Her husband explained the mystery and bade her take great care of the mirror.Not long after this happy homecoming and distribution of presents the woman became very ill. Just before she died she called to her little daughter, and said: "Dear child, when I am dead take every care of your father. You will miss me when I have left you. But take this mirror, and when you feel most lonely look into it and you will always see me." Having said these words she passed away.How sad. Bell had always had a tender heart and cried at the most simplest of sentimental things. Hallmark would make a killing out of her if they took their money in tears. In due time the man married again, and his wife was not at all kind to her stepdaughter. But the little one, remembering her mother's words, would retire to a corner and eagerly look into the mirror, where it seemed to her that she saw her dear mother's face, not drawn in pain as she had seen it on her deathbed, but young and beautiful.
One day this child's stepmother chanced to see her crouching in a corner over an object she could not quite see, murmuring to herself. This ignorant woman, who detested the child and believed that her stepdaughter detested her in return, fancied that this little one was performing some strange magical art--perhaps making an image and sticking pins into it. Full of these notions, the stepmother went to her husband and told him that his wicked child was doing her best to kill her by witchcraft.Bell huffed. She indeed had not met any of the women who her father had married and divorced over the years, but she had always fancied them as snobby go diggers with minimal intelligence, and gratuitous beauty. When the master of the house had listened to this extraordinary recital he went straight to his daughter's room. He took her by surprise, and immediately the girl saw him she slipped the mirror into her sleeve. For the first time her doting father grew angry, and he feared that there was, after all, truth in what his wife had told him, and he repeated her tale forthwith. When his daughter had heard this unjust accusation she was amazed at her father's words, and she told him that she loved him far too well ever to attempt or wish to kill his wife, who she knew was dear to him.
"What have you hidden in your sleeve?" said her father, only half convinced and still much puzzled.
"The mirror you gave my mother, and which she on her deathbed gave to me. Every time I look into its shining surface I see the face of my dear mother, young and beautiful. When my heart aches--and oh! it has ached so much lately--I take out the mirror, and mother's face, with sweet, kind smile, brings me peace, and helps me to bear hard words and cross looks."Then the man understood and loved his child the more for her filial piety. Even the girl's stepmother, when she knew what had really taken place, was ashamed and asked forgiveness. And this child, who believed she had seen her mother's face in the mirror, forgave, and trouble forever departed from the homeOh how Bell wished that the troubles could so easily depart from Destiny City! Sigh. Now she had to write her reaction to the tale. She would do her best to leave out any senshi details, but it was hard. It seemed like being a senshi was taking over her life. Every small detail.
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 11:49 am
Senshi MeetingRegular RPMy Word Count: 710 The Nightmares Begin...
Self Role Play
My Word Count: 619 Bell awoke with a start - cold sweat on her body, and pale blue eyes wide, and frantic. She didn't turn on her bedside lamp in fear of waking up her room mate, but the light from the full moon outside was enough. She pulled her journal out of her bedside table drawer and began to write; Horrible! Yet another horrible dream! I've been having so many of them lately. I assume it is stress, but I can't help but feel that it's something much worse. These nightmares are so weird ,I can hardly make since of them, and yet I am so afraid. As if they've shown me my worst fear... I'll be the first to admit, I'm scared of many things, but I'm sure if I had a worst fear it would make me feel exactly as I've felt in those nightmares.
When will they end? Should I look in to talking to a psychiatrist? Hopefully this is just something that will pass...I hope. My grades depend on me being in top shape, senshi business aside! I gave up my favorite past time just so I could balance the two - I don't need nightmares screwing it up!
I guess I should tell just what it was this time...
No answers. There was so much going wrong, and yet no one could answer me. The city was in ruins, dead bodies were poking out of the rubble, gaping holes in their chest, and up on a dark hill was a dark castle silhouetted by a blood red moon. The sky was a torrent of volatile wind and lightening. It seemed like the apocalypse had descended upon Destiny City, and I was the only one, aside from whoever lived in that castle, to survive. I got the feeling that the castle residents were evil, just as I got the feeling that danger lurked on those streets. I couldn't be sure about anything. There was no one to tell me what had happened, how I got there, or why I was there. What could I possibly do?
It was then I heard something move amid the rubble. The hole in the bodies of the fallen citizens of Destiny City glowed, each in various colors. They then all arose, like zombies. The came for me, but I jumped and presumed to run. I didn't want to attack them! I could still since the humanity that they held within them!
My running led me to the twisted gates of that foreboding black castle. Darkness dripped off of it in waves it seemed. Just when i thought I was going to be mauled by zombies, the gate whoosed open and let me in before slamming shut. The zombies reached through the gates to try and get me. One even grabbed my braid and yanked. I ran towards the castle, against my better judgement, and stupid me even entered! The place was emaculate but - all but for a large window in the back, where in it was filled with the red of the moon. There, at the base of the window, stood a figure. I squinted to see them better, but not before I was consumed by a darkness that tried to pull something out of me.
That is when I awoke.Bell stoopped writing, shuddering at the memory of her vivid dream. She had been having these nightmares for a while now, but this was the first one she had remembered so. Bell looked at her clock which read 4AM. She knew there was no going back to sleep so she layed there ,shuddering, looking out her window at the large pale white moon. So pure... nothing like that blood moon in her dream...
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 11:57 am
Platonic Prom ArrangementsRegular RPMy Word Count: 975
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 1:32 pm
I'm Going to Prom...I'm Going to PROM!?
Self Role Play
My Word Count: 542 Good one, Bell. You're going to prom with the one guy you know who makes you feel uneasy. Are you REALLY that desperate? The young heiress berated herself. Howl Wickham.The name lingered in the dead air space of her mind as the girl tromped down the path in the park. The boy was far too proper for his own good. Why in the world he was attending Hillworth was beyond her. She knew if her father knew he would not approve, but then again, there was no one in Destiny City that he would likely approve of. What Bell really wanted was a real boyfriend. Someone who she could feel herself around. But then again, who was she? Bell? Bellatrix? She wanted someone who's shoulder she could cry one. Someone to be her pillar of strength, and whom she could talk to about all the things that worried her - and she had a lot of worries now a days. However, Bell knew there was a fat chance of any of that happening anytime soon. Not till the world was safe. then MAYBE she'd get the chance to live out a happy normal life! Cut could she - could they, the senshi - ever go back to having a normal life? Sometimes Bell felt all alone. She'd shared her troubles with Jamie when they met at the cafe, and she supposed they had a team of sorts between the two of them, though they hadn't really met since then. But Jamie wasn't what Bell meant. Not at all. He belonged to someone else. He was someone else's pillar of strength. (gossip got around). Not that she had even though of him in that way. He was just one of the very few guys who she knew. Howl was also one of the few guys she knew personally, and she didn't think of him that way either, in fact quite the opposite, however, she was to be going to prom with him. Bell heaved a sigh. Oh, what a mess. She flopped down on a bench and looked pleadingly up at the sky. She had another hour until she had to be at the bus stop. Another hour before she could plop down on her bed and scream into a pillow. She wondered how her room mate was fairing.... Would Alba be going to the prom? Bell envied her room mate, whom she didn't know was also a senshi. Bell asumed Alba to be just a normal human girl. Lucky. She probably had a boyfriend, hobbies that she had time to enjoy, and everything Bell wished she had. Envy was an evil thing. Bell couldn't wait for prom to come and go. It only made her focus more on such thoughts. There was so much that being a senshi took away from her. So many experiences she'd never get to have. At lest Prom wouldn't be one of those, even though she wasn't attending it with someone she loved dearly. Was she...bitter? Maybe she was. Bell was, after all, tender hearted, and easily moved by emotion. It was almost a safe assumption to say that she was ruled by her emotions. Almost. However Bell thought back to that Massive Senshi Meeting. She had been very tearful, and had that day been ready to dedicate her life to being a senshi and protecting Destiny City...but it was hard. So hard. She was just a girl. What could she do?
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 11:59 am
My Roomate is a What!? Bellatrix and AlcyoneBattle Role PlayMy Word Count: Incomplete
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Posted: Fri Mar 19, 2010 10:10 pm
Tisiphone's Dark Plot! - SeraxBellxEuroxTisiBattle RPMy Word Count: 691
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Posted: Sat Mar 27, 2010 12:26 am
Bastards MeetingRegular RPMy Word Count: 763 It's because...I'm afraid of letting you downSelf Role PlayMy Word Count: 799
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Posted: Fri May 14, 2010 10:15 am
Parks are No Longer Safe - Rhodizite & BellatrixBattle RPMy Word Count: 1,153
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Posted: Sun May 23, 2010 5:05 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 7:09 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 16, 2010 7:10 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2010 4:03 pm
Smitten
Self RP Love at first sight was something only written about, right? Okay, so would it be alright if she simply said she was smitten at first sight? She moment she'd saw him she'd been attracted. He was cute. Adorable, even. Then once he started helping her, she really started to fall. Kindness, and comfortable to be around. His aura was just...well, it was certainly better than being around Mr. Wichkam, that was for sure! Oh, and then there was the music. Consider her smitten, yes. She had given him the business card partly out of a genuine wish to see him succeed, and partly in hopes that he'd call her. The October carnival was coming up! They could go to that! Bell had never entertained the thought of having a boyfriend before. Why should she? She was a senshi, and always busy! Plus, Crystal Academy wasn't exactly too welcoming of its students having a love life. but she was graduated now. And aside from being a senshi she really wasn't doing anything! Maybe she had time to give a little romance a try? Of course, it would have been easier if he was a senshi too~ Although she'd consider herself lucky if he wasn't a Negaverse agent. Wouldn't that be her luck? Bell didn't want to think about that. She didn't want to think that this kind, attractive, talented boy she had just met and fallen for could be evil. Granted she really didn't think he could possibly be a senshi either. No, he was too full of dreams. She'd given up hers not long after becoming a senshi. Dreams. They were nice. It had been a year since she gave up hers. It was sad, really. She'd never really be able to go back. Not with how theatre politics were. She felt empty inside.... Little did she know that something new was just about to begin. Something new, wonderful, and completely terrifying. This was the beginning of her crisis. This was the beginning of a new dream. This was the beginning of a new Bell. So many things were about to happen, and neither of them even knew it. Realizations would come to be, pain, destruction, happiness, love. A new story was about to unfold. The first chapter of a second book. Part two. Bell went home and wrapped the present she had gotten for her friend, but she really wasn't thinking about her friend. She was thinking about him and hoping for a call even though she doubted he would. What guy would be interested in her anyway? She was so socially defunct, not to mention technologically behind... She wasn't exactly anything special to look at either - 5'5", not even 120lbs. Blue eyes, pale hair, fair skin. She didn't have any shockingly captivating characteristics. She'd never thought about herself that way before. On the stage, her plainness had been a good pallet for just about anything they wanted her to be. Some things just weren't quite the same on stage as they were in the real world. Beauty was one of them. Still, she was smitten.
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