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Isabella "Bella" Swan (_bella) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,

Bella nodded as he explained the journals to her, amazed by the content within them. She had never thought to journal before--she wasn't the writer type after all, but it was weirdly fascinating that she could write in a paper bound journal and others could see it. It should have scared the crap out of her, but really she just added it to the pile of bizarre stuff she'd already witnessed. She'd reached her maximum capacity for freak out, and so she took this too in stride. There were only so many mini-heart attacks you could have in one morning.

She took her journal back from him, hands tracing over the edge of the seemingly leather bound book and puzzled at its make-up. While she did so she tilted her chin toward him, shifting her gaze and finally gave Caspian himself a good look over. She hadn't really noticed much about him before--there was too much going on for that--but now that things were quiet and she was able to think things through, she gave him her attention, taking him in. He was young--about her age she would guess--and handsome in that classic way that suggested he was from an older time before hair product and workout equipment, when people where more natural. He wasn't as handsome as Edward Cullen, but then again, Edward Cullen was unnaturally handsome, and in some ways Caspian had one up on him there. There was nothing too perfect about the boy next to her. He was real. His rich brown eyes were so dark they were almost depthless, and yet they had a life to them, and his smile was warm without an hidden intentions.

"So, where are you from?" Bella asked, dropping her eyes back down to her journal, feeling rude and a little embarrassed for having lingered on his face a little longer than she'd intended. Her cheeks colored momentarily and she bit her lip, increasing her focus as she fingered the pages of the new book. She didn't mean to pry, but she was curious about the boy who seemed so comfortable in this new time and place, and she wanted to gather what answers she could about her new surroundings and what he had meant by 'interesting people'.