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Bel hadn't really left Remy's room a whole lot since getting to the mansion. She'd talked to the guy with the visor once about her staying there, and had gone out for food twice, but as the second time had ended in an interaction with Jack Winter, she'd decided to stay where she was for a bit. She had things to figure out, anyway. Where she was staying (it was sort of obvious that married people should, you know, share a room, but she wasn't sure how into that either of them would be), what she was going to tell her father (drawing a blank on that one at present), what to even think about Emilie (um..) -- it was a lot to sort through. She was more than okay with taking a few days to just have some good sex and reconnect with her once-friend.
And, apparently, read bad porn.
Remy'd gone out for food and more smokes, and Bel in her boredom had looked around for something to read. It was between Penthouse Letters XII and some copy of Anne Rice's The Vampire Chronicles, so she'd obviously picked the former. She was flipping through it and idly wondering if she should be wearing gloves, when she heard it.
Something fucking with the door.
Her eyes went to it immediately and she sat up silently, reaching under the other pillow and pulling out a knife that she palmed lightly. Bare feet swung around and landed quietly on the floor as she went closer to the door. The sounds were quiet -- the person didn't want to be known. She heard the click of the lock popping, and watched as the door moved open a bit, slowly. When a head moved around the side it was lower than she'd expected, but she grabbed at it anyway, yanking.
What the fuck? She let it fly across the room as much from shock at its ugliness as trying to hurt it. After it, a camera hopped into the room. She didn't know what to make of either of the things, but reacted anyway, the first knife was thrown at the animal, hitting it in the throat. She reached over to grab the bouncing camera, shoving it into the bedside table's drawer. She was moving over to the animal when it started to move again.
It wasn't dead. She didn't know how that was possible, but it didn't seem terribly disturbed by the knife sticking out of its neck. So she grabbed it again, pulled the knife out, and then pinned the thing to the wall with it. It could just stay there until she figured something else out. Feeling a sudden sensation of eyes on her back she turned, looking back towards the door. She stalked over to it, grabbing another knife on her way, and yanked it open in time to see a boy running. She threw the knife -- not at him but at the wall he was running by, close enough to scare. Once he was around the corner, she went over, got her knife back, and went back into the room where she set about dismantling the camera into a number of pieces and exposing the film.
Then she picked up her phone to message Remy.
[Narrative, closed.]
And, apparently, read bad porn.
Remy'd gone out for food and more smokes, and Bel in her boredom had looked around for something to read. It was between Penthouse Letters XII and some copy of Anne Rice's The Vampire Chronicles, so she'd obviously picked the former. She was flipping through it and idly wondering if she should be wearing gloves, when she heard it.
Something fucking with the door.
Her eyes went to it immediately and she sat up silently, reaching under the other pillow and pulling out a knife that she palmed lightly. Bare feet swung around and landed quietly on the floor as she went closer to the door. The sounds were quiet -- the person didn't want to be known. She heard the click of the lock popping, and watched as the door moved open a bit, slowly. When a head moved around the side it was lower than she'd expected, but she grabbed at it anyway, yanking.
What the fuck? She let it fly across the room as much from shock at its ugliness as trying to hurt it. After it, a camera hopped into the room. She didn't know what to make of either of the things, but reacted anyway, the first knife was thrown at the animal, hitting it in the throat. She reached over to grab the bouncing camera, shoving it into the bedside table's drawer. She was moving over to the animal when it started to move again.
It wasn't dead. She didn't know how that was possible, but it didn't seem terribly disturbed by the knife sticking out of its neck. So she grabbed it again, pulled the knife out, and then pinned the thing to the wall with it. It could just stay there until she figured something else out. Feeling a sudden sensation of eyes on her back she turned, looking back towards the door. She stalked over to it, grabbing another knife on her way, and yanked it open in time to see a boy running. She threw the knife -- not at him but at the wall he was running by, close enough to scare. Once he was around the corner, she went over, got her knife back, and went back into the room where she set about dismantling the camera into a number of pieces and exposing the film.
Then she picked up her phone to message Remy.