Babette Dubois

malena-fetcini:

“I am not crazy!” Malena insisted to the person who had woken her up from one of her nightmares. Classes were over for the day and she was exhausted, so she flopped down on the couch and took a nap. Unfortunately, she wasn’t blessed with one of her good dreams.

“It was just a dream, okay?” she pinched the bridge of her nose and scowled.

Babette rose a brow and looked towards her. “Given you were sleeping, mon amour - yeah I would assume it was just a dream. You alright? “

#c:malena

Shift Summary || Babette DuBois || 17

Growing up she helped her parents with their maid services. It wasn’t until her teenage years that she’d wondered around into a more risky lifestyle after her first large heart break. After that she’d rose to a mentality that love was simply a game - and the more pain she felt - the more control it seemed. It was twisted, and messed up, but so was Babette. One can only take so many heartbreaks before completely losing ones self in bedsheets...

#bio update #hc

vidiaprzyb:

“Not my fault my captain’s husband was murdered and made her some emotional shut-in,” Vidia said with a huff as she crossed her arms.

Originally posted by cesbeautes

“Surly the whole team doesn’t rely on simply one person does it? She asked with a raised brow.. I mean, that alone would be another reason the other won.” She started with a small shrug. Babette wasn’t always the best with sports, but after meeting a boy that changed her life, she tried.

#c:Vidia

vidiaprzyb:

“Oh,” Vidia said in a mocking tone, “Wampus won? Really? Where’s the shocker there?” Clearly, Vidia was bitter over Wampus moving on to the finals. But taking third place was better than fourth. If the nerd herd beat them, then she’d be on a war path and out for blood.

“Given how much they’re on the field practicing all the time.. I can’t say I’m all that surprised myself.” Babette stated with a small shrug.

#c:Vidia

Truth || Jab

reluctanthunterjohn:

Remembering their sex life was an upside to getting his memories back. It didn’t change that he’ll have to remember being a murderer, too. That messed him up the most. Why would he ever agree to kill people? And be trained to do it? What kind of person did that make him?

“Do you want a shirt to sleep in?” John asked as he pulled off his bloodied and tossed it into the hamper. His mother was going to have tons of questions when she saw it. She was going to have tons of questions when she saw him. He didn’t need to look in the mirror to know he must have looked rough but he did. He touched the cut on his eyebrow and the bruise on his side. He didn’t feel like he was in a fight, though. “I should shower…”

Babette heard his words, but her attention was taken to greater matters right now. Besides, she wouldn’t know how to feel in his shirt right now. Moving in closer to him she looked over his body and frowned. “I’m sorry..” She let out shaking her head. “You didn’t need to get hurt because of me. Is there anything I can do?” She asked keeping a distance as she held her hand in front of her to keep from touching. Nodding she looked up at him. “A shower might help.. yeah.”

“Don’t be,” he said with a shrug. “They would’ve attacked if you weren’t there, anyway. At least you’re safe.” John liked to think he defended people for the right reasons. But how could he trust that feeling if he was one of those hunters once before. “If anything, being involved with me drew an even bigger target on your back. I should be apologizing.” Then he shrugged, “it looks worse than it feelss, honestly.”

His eyes met hers and he nodded, “If you need anything, help yourself. I’ll be quick…”

Babette nodded softly hearing him. "I know but , you wouldn't have been this hurt. You wouldn't even know about any of this - you'd be safe from that knowledge." She sighed shaking her head softly. The girl couldn't help but think of how things could have been different had she kept away. "Don't. I would go through everything all over again for you." She bit her lip. Babette simply felt crazy saying anything like that to him. Mostly because he didn't even know they loved each other that much. Sitting on the edge of his bed she just nodded. "Okay... I'm sorry .. your birthday is ..." she shrugged. Waiting for him to leave as she helped herself to one of his t-shits and slipped inside of it. Cuddling into the corner of his bed.

prettyatlantica:

“I don’t know! Anywhere! Somewhere to make you smile for a little. Any bars you like more than others? I mean we are limited right now, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have a good time!”

Babette nodded. The girl could use it herself if she was being honest. At least with company of another lady she could keep herself out of trouble, maybe. “There’s a bar in town that’s not too bad. Always packed, so getting free drinks is just a smile away.’

#c:Alana

Truth || Jab

reluctanthunterjohn:

Remembering their sex life was an upside to getting his memories back. It didn’t change that he’ll have to remember being a murderer, too. That messed him up the most. Why would he ever agree to kill people? And be trained to do it? What kind of person did that make him?

“Do you want a shirt to sleep in?” John asked as he pulled off his bloodied and tossed it into the hamper. His mother was going to have tons of questions when she saw it. She was going to have tons of questions when she saw him. He didn’t need to look in the mirror to know he must have looked rough but he did. He touched the cut on his eyebrow and the bruise on his side. He didn’t feel like he was in a fight, though. “I should shower…”

Babette heard his words, but her attention was taken to greater matters right now. Besides, she wouldn’t know how to feel in his shirt right now. Moving in closer to him she looked over his body and frowned. “I’m sorry..” She let out shaking her head. “You didn’t need to get hurt because of me. Is there anything I can do?” She asked keeping a distance as she held her hand in front of her to keep from touching. Nodding she looked up at him. “A shower might help.. yeah.”

Truth || Jab

reluctanthunterjohn:

John hated not knowing. He could see the emotions on her face as she spoke and he felt like he should feel them, too. But her laugh was worth it as their conversation lightened up. “I found it before I met you. Well, remet you, I guess. I thought I got really drunk and forgot about making it.” He admitted. “Guess I don’t have a drinking problem,” he laughed as he looked down the hallway. “Come on. Before we wake my mom.”

Babette gave a small smile and nodded. “oh, well.. yeah.. that was us.” She said with a small grin as the memories came across her mind. “I’m sure you’ll remember.. someone back at the school has to know a way around it all.” She mumbled softly. “No drinking problem, just... we have a healthy sex life, had.. “ She didn’t really know how to word it. Biting her lip she nodded and made her way to his room.

Truth || Jab

reluctanthunterjohn:

He sighed, “I’m not uncomfortable. I’m conflicted. I don’t want to say I feel betrayed because I must have agreed to all of this. And I probably didn’t have another choice. I’m working through it and it’ll be easier when I have my memories.” He looked her in the eyes and gave her a faint smile. “I have a question for you and you don’t need to answer. It’s been bothering me for months.” John pursed his lips and chewed the inside of his lip trying to find the right way to ask. “Did we,” he scratched the back of his head, “happen to make a sex tape?” He hoped it was her because John didn’t want to keep looking on top of dealing with everything else.

Babette nodded. “it wasn’t something either of us wanted, but.. we really didn’t have a say in it all, John. Trust me, it wasn’t easy. Not with how much shit we went through already to get where we were. Which.. was because I was stubborn, and guarded.” she mumbled softly sniffling to rid the tears off her face.Nodding she looked up towards him. When he started to fidget she frowned a little - what could he possibly need to ask? When the words left him she let her eyes go wide before laughing. “Oui, we did. Did you find it?” She asked with a small laugh again.

#c:john #// thata boy

Truth || Jab

reluctanthunterjohn:

He could tell she wasn’t telling the truth as she said she was fine. And as the sob came out, John stepped forward. “Babette,” He pulled her close and hugged her. He was mad but he still cared. He might not remember that world, but she still lived in it. His own bitterness aside, she was attacked again. He didn’t want to be cruel while she was hurting. “You don’t have to stay in here. Do you want to come into my room?”

As much as she wanted to fight him off she was pulled in like a magnet and clung to him as tightly as she could. Even in his arms this was the first time in a really long time Babette truly felt alone. Of course she knew it wasn’t Johns fault, he just didn’t remember . But even back at the school she didn’t have anyone close to her. Nodding she looked up. “If that’s alright with you. I don’t want you uncomfortable. I’m okay staying by myself..”

#c:John

prettyatlantica

Alana was wired. She wanted to do something different, something fun for a change. She wasn’t sure when she had fun….actual fun. She felt like she was floating on air, surely someone could have a fun time with her as well. There was so much darkness and so many bad times….she needed to get her mind off of that stuff. Turning to the person closest to her, she grinned. “Do you want to go out? Get drinks, dance….who cares? As long as it’s fun!”

Babette didn’t feel herself. Not that she had in a rather long time, but it was more of a depression feeling. Her attention was taken by just glancing out a window, thinking about moments that weren’t so clouded in her life. The sound of a someone speaking to her she turned and gave a small smile. “I think.. some fun would be rather nice, mon amour. Where did you have in mind?”

#c:alana

Truth || Jab

bite-it-babette:

Babette nodded softly. At least she wouldn’t have to worry about him running wild and leaving in the middle of the night. Looking down at his arm around her middle her chest tightened . The girl had so much fear everything tonight completely ruined them for good. Biting her lip she stood still and kept her eyes down. That fear making even looking at him near impossible. “You can just show me the guest room, please….”

Which felt weird to be asking when all she wanted was to be held. Babette could hide it though, or try too. Everything was harder and more complicated with John, given how real her love and emotions where with him.

John nodded, “Follow me.” He walked through the house quietly. He didn’t want to wake his mother up and have to explain everything to her. He didn’t need that. Not after the night he had.

He walked up to the door and turned the knob. “Here,” he pushed the door open. There was a full-sized bed centered on the back wall and a long dresser on one wall. Another tall dresser was on the opposite side with a television on top. “I’m right across the hall. Do you want something to sleep in?"

Watching the ground move as she followed behind she felt fresh tears rolling down her cheeks. Mastering silence while crying had almost been a talent at this point . When he stopped she look in for a second and the across the hall to the door that lead to his room. Shaking her head she took in a small breath. "Non.. just go to bed,John. I'm fine ." She let out pushing past him into the guest room as she reached out to close the door before a sob ripped through her small body in front of him.

Truth || Jab

bite-it-babette:

The way he said her name had her bite down on her cheek rather harshly Nodding softly to what he said. Babette should have seen that coming. No matter who she was, he would have thought the same thing and never left her out there. Even if she wished he would at this point. Ringing her hands in her lap she just nodded a little to herself. “Yeah.. okay.. I mean that’s.. oui.”

Looking over at him she nodded. “I can.. he has a tattoo on his forearm. Probably why he was so inclined to giving me my own.” She grumbled bitterly at the memories of it. Looking over at him she shook her head. “John.. don’t. I know now that brain of yours works, but don’t go man hunting right now.. at least not tell you remember everything, please mon amour?” When he reached out her hand twitched lightly lifting to take his hand, but just as quickly as it came over, they were gone.

Feeling more like a burden to him she just sat for a second letting everything sink in herself. “Merci..” she was all she could get out as she left the truck and followed behind him, arms wrapped tightly around her little frame.

John clenched his jaw. He hated that he didn’t have his memories. He wanted to remember everything. He wanted to know what about his life was real and what was some sort of spell. He wanted to be able to help Babette. He wanted to kill the man who hurt her. He wanted to know why he felt so strongly. “I won’t do anything tonight.” He made it a point to say tonight. He couldn’t make any promises about the future.

“You’re welcome,” he whispered as he guided her toward the house. His arm slipped around her waist as he hurried her through the door. Once inside, the door was locked and John exhaled. “Do you want anything?” he whispered in the foyer.

Babette nodded softly. At least she wouldn't have to worry about him running wild and leaving in the middle of the night. Looking down at his arm around her middle her chest tightened . The girl had so much fear everything tonight completely ruined them for good. Biting her lip she stood still and kept her eyes down. That fear making even looking at him near impossible. "You can just show me the guest room, please...."

Which felt weird to be asking when all she wanted was to be held. Babette could hide it though, or try too. Everything was harder and more complicated with John, given how real her love and emotions where with him.

#mobile #drunk meeeel

Truth || Jab

reluctanthunterjohn:

“Babette,” John’s tone was stern, “I’m not dropping you off in the middle of the woods alone.” He wasn’t sure if he wanted her around but he did want her safe. Clearly, he loved her once and that connection was still there. He just wished that he knew everything. It would be so much easier to understand what was going on if he knew why it was happening.

Then he stopped thinking and looked up at her, “You know who,” he paused looking for the right word to describe what happened to her, “hurt you? If you saw them again can you point them out to me?” Despite any anger toward her, John would make them pay for violating her. There were things in life that he didn’t let be and that was one of them.

“You’re staying here. There’s a guest bedroom if anything. I’m not dropping you in the middle of the woods with known rapist on the loose. That’s final.” John reached over and took his keys before getting out of Big Red. “Come on.”

The way he said her name had her bite down on her cheek rather harshly Nodding softly to what he said. Babette should have seen that coming. No matter who she was, he would have thought the same thing and never left her out there. Even if she wished he would at this point. Ringing her hands in her lap she just nodded a little to herself. “Yeah.. okay.. I mean that’s.. oui.”

Looking over at him she nodded. “I can.. he has a tattoo on his forearm. Probably why he was so inclined to giving me my own.” She grumbled bitterly at the memories of it. Looking over at him she shook her head. “John.. don’t. I know now that brain of yours works, but don’t go man hunting right now.. at least not tell you remember everything, please mon amour?” When he reached out her hand twitched lightly lifting to take his hand, but just as quickly as it came over, they were gone.

Feeling more like a burden to him she just sat for a second letting everything sink in herself. “Merci..” she was all she could get out as she left the truck and followed behind him, arms wrapped tightly around her little frame.

Truth || Jab

reluctanthunterjohn:

Honestly having magic bring back what it took away scared him. But he didn’t have much of an option, did he? It was either live knowing he was a murderer and not know why or learn why he did what he did. And how bad was everything that John gave up love to have his average life back? Was forgetting it all over again really the best option out there? What would happen to his feelings for Babette? What would happen to her? She would have to lose him again. How fair was that? And what if they couldn’t stay apart? John wasn’t much for destiny but what if they were fated to meet?

“No,” John said sternly. “I want to keep my memories. I want to remember you even if I don’t know it all.” He exhaled and looked around the darkness that circled them. “Do you have somewhere I can take you? If they know our relationship then if they really want you dead, they’ll look here.”

Babette nodded a little. “Edge of the woods. Safest place for me right now is probably the school. Unless they’ve invaded it again.” The thought made her sick to her stomach and she instantly grabbed her arm with the scars and held it close as she relived the horror with tonight’s attack. Shaking her head she looked away from him. “I don’t want to go there though. I don’t want to be alone. I’m scared, but I.. I don’t know if you even want me around right now.. a-and I just .. I don’t know where to go.” Babette pulled herself together wiping under her eyes. “Those men.. they. they were the ones..” she simply left it at that she took in a deep breath. “Just.. take me to the edge of the woods.. I can manage at school. Maybe my magic will work there..”

#c:John

Truth || Jab

reluctanthunterjohn:

John remained unflinching and silent as he was deep in thought. His memories felt so real. The time he spent in California was real. Or was it? There were the blonde and the redhead in town who seemed to know him. Then there was the video. How could he explain it other than having his memories wiped of them? As crazy as it sounded.

“I want my memories back,” he muttered as his thumb traced the etchings of the keychain. “I want to remember everything. If I changed like you said I did, then I need to know why I did it in the first place. If we loved each other, I want to know about it. Can you do that?”

Pulling back Babette leaned against the door. Ready to make the run if she needed to. Of course she dreamed about being able to tell him, but she never thought she’d have the chance. “There is no if..” she whispered more to herself before nodding. “I can .. ask around. I’m not.. I don’t know the magic myself to bring the memories back off the top of my head. Someone might at school though. If that’s what you really want.. It’s okay if you don’t. You have everything you wanted now. I can.. I can make this go away and stay away th-this time.”