Blake Morrison (blake_mb) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-06-05 13:12:00 |
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Current mood: | worried |
Entry tags: | bastian martin-bale, blake morrison, david cromwell, neely bale, place: la |
Making The Trip Back Home
Who: Uncle Dave, Belle, Blake and Neely
Where: Dave’s shop, then Neely’s apartment
When: Friday, June 4th
The future!twins of Neely Bale and Rachelle Martin-Bale had finally made it through the other side and were currently sitting on the beach on a bright summer's day. Blake was wiping at her eyes, saying that everything was just too bright here, whereas Belle... didn't say or express much of anything. She was still in shock and that anger at her current situation wasn't doing her any good.
"What do we do? I don't wanna freak out past!Neely and 'Chelle more than we have to," Blake murmured, looking over at her younger sister.
Belle smiled faintly at that, thinking that no matter what, her parents were going to be freaked out. "Let's see Uncle Dave. Maybe he'll lessen the blow..."
"Yeah, or he'll crush us to death with affection when he finds out who we are. Great idea, Belle."
"Do you have an idea, then?" Belle replied sharply. Clearly, she wasn't in the mood for this.
"... No." Blake pouted. "Fine, let's go. Who knows. Maybe he's as fluffy as a bunny here..."
Well, Dave was in his shop, working on what he was hoping would be a nice surprise for Sarah: a custom red and black Harley with the same design as her shoulder tattoos. His long brown hair was tied back, and he grumbled as he ran his hands down the front of his sleeveless Sex Pistols shirt.
"Christ, is he bigger? He looks bigger," Blake murmured, her brown doe-like eyes wide at the sight of him as she entered the shop.
Belle's response? Was to raise a blonde slender eyebrow at her sister, "He's younger, remember?"
"Still..." She murmured, as if the big lug couldn't hear them. "Ah... Uncle Dave?" Sure, she called her parents by their first names but Dave was always Uncle Dave to the twins.
"Huh?" The big man asked with a raised eyebrow. "Do I know you ladies?" God knew the family was big enough, but... "And can I help you?"
"No, no. You don't know us..." Blake murmured, before setting her bag down. Thing was heavy. "But we were hoping that you... well, you know our parents and... heh. Well..."
"We're from the future," Belle supplied quickly. Blake shot daggers at her. "What? You were taking too long to explain." She looked back to Dave and gave him a faltering smile, "Neely and Rachelle are our... parents."
David blinked as he looked at them each. Well. As he quickly noted at least SMALL resemblances to Neely in each of them, it was quickly apparent which of the girls gave birth to them. Maybe it was because of Bella, but somehow? This didn't even SURPRISE him. "So... how the hell did THAT one happen? Last I checked, two gals can't get pregnant together." And he knew damn well that with the way their systems were, artificial insemination was highly unlikely to work on a lycan.
"Yeah, well..." Blake rolled her eyes and chuckled weakly, "I guess where there's a will, there's a way." H-uh. He took that surprisingly well. She was fully prepared to go to any means to convince him they were who they said they were. "Future!'Chelle was a little worried about how our being here would affect young her. I guess we figured," she glanced at Belle then, who seemed ... well, quiet, "if we talked to you first, it'd be an easier... transition."
"Girls? I, uh... I hate to be the one to tell you this but... Neely might not be entirely receptive of you right now. I dunno, really. I just know she's... not really in her right mind entirely at this moment." Note... he didn't even mention Rachelle. And... he looked NERVOUS.
Blake chuckled weakly, "What d'you mean, Uncle Dave?" Sometimes she could be a little slow on the uptake...
Belle, however, narrowed her icy blue eyes at the man and there was a flicker of something behind them. "What happened?"
"Yeah. Well. Chelle's hurt. Pretty bad. She's in the hospital right now. A good friend of hers named Ash and his friend Buffy are looking after her when Neely's gotta be elsewhere." He didn't even question the legitimacy of who they were. Belle esecially had TOO many of Neely's features to be making this up.
"Hurt..." Blake repeated with an obvious tremor in her voice.
Belle didn't fare much better when she'd heard it. She blinked once, and then looked away from the pair, just... shutting herself off emotionally.
Blake didn't like it when Belle did that, obviously. She took hold of her sister's hand and gave it a squeeze, silently communicating that she was still there. "Is there... should we do something?" She asked him, completely ignoring the fact that Dave had said her father's name. It wasn't like they were close, after all.
"We're hoping she's gonna be ok. If you want... once we go talk to Neely, maybe we can go visit her." He had a thought then, and actually blushed, cutely enough. "Um... what're your names, anyway?"
"Yeah, I'd ... uh. I'd like that," Blake replied, offering him a small smile when he blushed. How sweet. "I'm Blake and this is B..."
"Belle," the blonde finished for her, figuring that Blake would tell him her real name.
Again, David? While not unintelligent in any way, sometimes managed to find ONE small item in someone's speeches to focus on. This time? One small thing caught him as odd. "...your name is Belle Bale? Were they HIGH?"
Okay, that did bring a smile out of the leggy blonde. "Alright, no. They didn't name me that. Bastian... Martin-Bale. I just... prefer Belle," she admitted.
"Huh. Shame, you got a bad-ass name, girl. Be proud of it." Dave huffed, crossing his arms over his massive chest. "You girls got a place to stay? Ain't got much, but... I got an extra room you two could share till you talk to Neels..."
"I am proud," Belle practically snapped. She didn't offer any explanation for her preference, though. Instead, she looked to her sister, gauging how she reacted to this... development.
"I, ah... appreciate the offer, Uncle Dave, but if Neely's as bad as you say she is... We can't just sit around and do nothing, y'know?"
"S'all good, girls. Just makin' sure you know the offer's there. If either of you need a vehicle, I'm sure I can patch a bike or two together for you as well." He really WAS about the most giving, most loving person in the family, gruffness and bad-ass-ness be damned.
"Thanks Uncle Dave," Belle murmured, looking up into his eyes to show that she really was grateful for the offer. Showing him a hint of vulnerability as well, that she had to have gotten from somewhere.
"C'mon... let's get you to yer mom." Was part of him, that part that did enjoy some anarchy, look forward to seeing Neely's reaction to this? Daaaaamn right.
The twins followed Uncle Dave like little puppies (heh) to Neely's apartment above Avarice. Blake noticed that it looked... smaller, somehow, but couldn't quite place why. While Bastian... didn't have much to say. She was still trying desperately to bottle her rage at what happened to her parents, who were her world.
"What should we be prepared for... exactly?" Blake murmured.
"Be prepared for Neely to either find you girls to be a godsend right now... or to be totally overwhelmed and tell me to go fuck myself. Because she'd never say it to you." He smirked, knowing the girl as well as the back of his hand.
"YO! NEELS!" Dave bellowed, unable to totally keep the smirk off of his face. "You gotta SEEEEE this."
Neely rolled her eyes at the sound of Dave’s voice, before opening the door, clad in blue jeans and a plain white tee. "What is it?" She murmured, her voice completely void of emotion as she raised an eyebrow at him.
"See these two beautful young ladies standing behind me?" Oh dear. Dave really should have known better than to start like THAT, what with how Neely's mind tended to work.
"You ... brought me presents?" Neely didn’t believe it, but... the thought was still there. Luckily, she couldn’t see Blake, as she was standing directly behind the big lug, otherwise she would have seen the gagging expression that the young girl made.
"No... nonono. Neels. You, um... you know Brayden, right? And Kim?" He was HOPING she'd sort of catch his drift from naming those names, but the more he thought about it? Neely was a bit slow on the uptake at times.
Neely blinked and looked at Belle, before leaning around to look at Blake, who, cutely enough gave her a small wave. Of all the things that Neely could have said?
"...You're shitting me."
"You and Chelle seem to have popped a coupla kids out, babe." He snorted with a chuckle, jerking a thumb behind him toward the two girls. "And take a nice long look at Blondie and I think you can figure out who did the birthin'..."
She took his suggestion and looked at Belle, long and hard. That one slender blonde eyebrow of hers creeping up, " ..." Really, she had words. Any minute now. "...I think I need a drink."