RP: Bella and the Strawberries Characters: Bella, Kvothe Time/Date: afternoon, Saturday 28th Location: rec area Warnings/Rating: None. is Bella, not Bellatrix Summary: Bella eats strawberries and watches TV Status: Complete
Bella didn't know what to do with herself. She was too klutzy to help with the repairs; after dropping a hammer on her foot and then hammering her thumb, she'd been discouraged from volunteering with the cleanup. They didn't need help in the garden. Their captors weren't attacking her. She didn't know the people who were being attacked well enough to try to talk to them or comfort them or anything.
So Bella existed.
She read. She ate. She slept. She wandered, though she kept well away from the line. And now ... she watched TV. She was glad to see it wasn't that repetitive kid's shows again, but there wasn't much on she hadn't already seen, or wanted to see again. So she settled on a nature program about lions and lambs and watched that.
Mostly though, she thought.
The lobby area was cleaned up, mostly. The windows were fixed and there was little evidence there'd ever been an attack here. There hadn't been news of another attack, though that seemed to make people more uneasy than less. She understood, she guessed. At least they'd had a warning last time. If they got attacked without a warning, she bet they'd lose more than four people.
That was a disturbing thought. Bella shook her head and reached into the bowl of strawberries she'd brought out from the kitchen. Plucking one free, she nibbled the end of it as she listened to a narrator talk about the pride habits of lions ...