RP: Where the Line Used to Be Characters: Bella, John Time/Date: Mid-morning, September 3 Location: Where the line used to be behind the hotel Warnings/Rating: None Summary: Bella is curious but untrusting Status: Complete
There'd been a lot of posts on the network. None of them had been really funny - at least by content - but the Dave guy's post did make her grin. While she had the vague idea to go get milk to put it in the fridge in the kitchen, when she checked to see what else they might need, she saw that there really was plenty of it in there. So clearly he'd just been doing it for laughs.
But, it had worked. She'd laughed.
Since she was downstairs, she decided to go see if it was true about the line. Letting herself out the back door near the library, Bella made her way past the garden growing there (and wow, was it ever growing. Some of the plants were huge). She moved to the scuffed-looking spot that had always been just a foot or so from the line ... which really was gone. Or, invisible. Which wasn't the same thing, because if it was invisible, it was still there. She thought about stepping across where it had been, but it wasn't exactly like she trusted these people not to say it was gone and the traps were gone, and have that not be the case at all.
She was fragile and prone to accidents even when there wasn't a killer line on the ground.
So Bella crossed her arms over her chest, peering over the line and kind of hoping someone a little braver than her came along to walk across the non-line with her. Or a little ahead of her.