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2:13 AM
Who: Bethany, OT Bronte
Where: Bronte's Beach House
When: Saturday night
Most sixteen year old girls would be spending a beautiful, warm Saturday night out with their friends. Clubbing it. Shopping. SOMETHING.
But most girls weren't Bethany Bale. Everything about her was atypical. She was a Slayer. She was the ONE member of her family that WASN'T a werewolf. Add to those the more normal social crutches of being horrifyingly shy, very introverted, and too emotionally mature to want to enjoy things most girls her age would, and you had a girl that wasn't exactly drowning in friends and places to be.
Still, she was a happy girl, despite all that had happened to her. Even though her own parents were so ashamed of her that they lied and told people their daughter was dead, she was the type to take lemons and make lemonade. She had two 'foster mothers' now, for lack of better terms. She had her Watcher, Isabella. She was an occasionally cold and tough woman, but one who seemed to genuinely care for Bethany and her well-being. And then she had her cousin Bronte, who was more or less her role model. Bronte was.. well... almsot exactly like Isabella in a lot of ways. A tough, driven woman who was occasionally emotionally cold. Luckily, Bethany seemed to be the ONE person Bronte never put that front on around.
So she spent her saturday night just redecorating her room at Bronte's place (and how was it that now she could stay with Bronte AND with Isabella, basically giving her two bedrooms and two houses?) with a few posters and such. She had just put one of her favorite band, The Lazarus Project, next to her bed, and now was putting up a promo pinup she'd gotten from Ben of one of the label's newer artists, Meeghan Gregory. The little redhead LOVED the woman's voice, and had been listening to the demo she'd jacked from her cousins almost constantly. She was, as usual, so quiet that someone who didn't know her might suspect she was a mute.
Where: Bronte's Beach House
When: Saturday night
Most sixteen year old girls would be spending a beautiful, warm Saturday night out with their friends. Clubbing it. Shopping. SOMETHING.
But most girls weren't Bethany Bale. Everything about her was atypical. She was a Slayer. She was the ONE member of her family that WASN'T a werewolf. Add to those the more normal social crutches of being horrifyingly shy, very introverted, and too emotionally mature to want to enjoy things most girls her age would, and you had a girl that wasn't exactly drowning in friends and places to be.
Still, she was a happy girl, despite all that had happened to her. Even though her own parents were so ashamed of her that they lied and told people their daughter was dead, she was the type to take lemons and make lemonade. She had two 'foster mothers' now, for lack of better terms. She had her Watcher, Isabella. She was an occasionally cold and tough woman, but one who seemed to genuinely care for Bethany and her well-being. And then she had her cousin Bronte, who was more or less her role model. Bronte was.. well... almsot exactly like Isabella in a lot of ways. A tough, driven woman who was occasionally emotionally cold. Luckily, Bethany seemed to be the ONE person Bronte never put that front on around.
So she spent her saturday night just redecorating her room at Bronte's place (and how was it that now she could stay with Bronte AND with Isabella, basically giving her two bedrooms and two houses?) with a few posters and such. She had just put one of her favorite band, The Lazarus Project, next to her bed, and now was putting up a promo pinup she'd gotten from Ben of one of the label's newer artists, Meeghan Gregory. The little redhead LOVED the woman's voice, and had been listening to the demo she'd jacked from her cousins almost constantly. She was, as usual, so quiet that someone who didn't know her might suspect she was a mute.
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