my name is [ BELLAMY CAMPBELL ] … and i am from [ HELLTOWN, OHIO ] and i’m a [ ASSOCIATE AT CRIMINAL RECORDS ]. i lived in helltown for [ ALL HER LIFE ] because [ SHE WAS BORN HERE ]. i am [ 27 ] my pronouns are [ SHE/HER ] and i am [ CREATIVE, RESILIENT, DAUNTLESS ] though some may say i’m [ GUARDED, IMPATIENT , IMPULSIVE ]. i also hear i look a lot like [ MADELYN CLINE ] but, i don’t know if i see it. i’m here because [ I ALREADY TRIED TO LEAVE ONCE AND IT DIDN’T WORK OUT ] but, maybe there’s more to it than that. you never know with helltown.
ABOUT BELLAMY: She's impatient and I'mcomplacent with just a little taste of wasting time.
CHARACTER BASICS
FULL NAME: Bellamy Noelle Campbell
NICKNAME(S): Bell, Bells, Ella
AGE: Twenty-Seven
GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis Woman, She/Her
FACE CLAIM: Madelyn Cline
EYE COLOR: Brown
HAIR COLOR: Blonde
HEIGHT: 5′6″
DATE OF BIRTH: November 18th
ZODIAC SIGN: Scorpio
HOGWARTS HOUSE: Slytherin
OCCUPATION: Drummer // Sales Associate at Criminal Records
HOMETOWN: Helltown, OH
CHARACTER HISTORY [TW: Mentions of a Toxic Relationship, Illness, Cancer, Gaslighting, Abuse, Death]
Born in Helltown, Ohio Bellamy was always surrounded by music. Her father David often kept a guitar close by, finding his voice early on in Bellamy’s life to provide her with the musical childhood that would mold her future. It was something to pass the time after a long day, the stress from the tireless work of building and managing clients in need of a proper defense. From the time her hands were large enough to play each chord she fell in love, her mind racing until she was able to focus on the symbols displayed on the sheets in front of her. She couldn’t help but allow it to take a front seat to her studies, music became the constant in her life while her father traveled in attempts to keep the cash flow consistent and pay off her grandmother’s medical bills. Her grandmother was lost at an early age due to an aggressive form of spinal cancer, one where Bellamy was too young to remember, most of her days were occupied by her drum set and the neighbors next door. Her parents were constantly working to give her and her sister the lives they wanted.
She met a boy named Axel when she was 17 and he wanted her in his band, this is when Bellamy realized she enjoyed sitting behind a drum kit and controlling the rhythm more than anything. His band took off during College, providing Bell with the desire to leave their hometown and tour around the country. Things started off great, seeming like it was plucked out of a Netflix romcom with their happy ending in reach. Axel changed, the fame and groupies caused him to nitpick every performance and blame every mistake on Bellamy rather than except responsibility. He would gaslight Bellamy into thinking she was the problem, yelling at her to release his frustrations instead of dealing with them another way. One day things escalated, Bellamy caught him backstage with a girl who’d been following a few shows of their latest tour . Axel backed her into a corner, punching the wall beside her head. He wanted her to believe her actions caused this and Bellamy was stuck choosing between her passion and her mental health. She didn’t have to think about it for long, mid tour Axel decided to leave Bell behind in the dust by ultimately deciding to replace her and remove the female representation from his band completely. He said a manager wanted a different look for the band but it didn’t take long for the blonde to put all the pieces together — his girlfriend needed to disappear so groupies would fall at his feet. He needed to remove all possible competition from the stage so he’d look obtainable. It disgusted Bellamy beyond belief and caused the abrupt end to their relationship, but she couldn’t help but blame herself for went wrong on the flight back home.
The girl found herself met with tragedy, a week after settling back into her childhood home her mother, Evelyn Campbell, disappeared without a trace. The bowling alley she’d spent most of her life working at was the last place she’d been seen and the police didn’t have any answers. It was like she vanished. She needed to get her mind off of things and decided to take on a new career opportunity selling records. Since tour she was hesitant to play music again, but her desires wouldn’t let her put it down altogether; she found the perfect way to maintain some creativity with choosing the music that played throughout the store. She’s been back in Helltown full time ever since, determined to overcome her inner anxieties and find answers for her mother.
He'd wanted to leave the moment he arrived, but Braxton was pretty sure other people felt the same. Spotting Bellamy, he made his way towards her, taking her arm to gently steer her away from the middle of the event to a more private area. "I know I'm not the only one who thinks this is bullshit. How are you holding up?" Turning back towards a small group of people standing near one of the food trucks, he shook his head, barely waiting for a response before speaking again. "I vote that if they erect some sort of statue, we bust it into a million pieces."
To say that Bellamy didn't want to be there was an understatement, but she needed to see it with her own eyes. She couldn't believe that Mrs. McNeil thought this was the right course of action, people were gone and she thought a statue would fix it? She was getting more upset the more she looked around. The blonde was thankful when her eyes landed on Braxton, following his lead as he grabbed her arm. "This is ridiculous. It's like she completely avoided the fact that Mr. McNeil was arrested. How the hell is a blood drive going to help anyone?" She let out a sigh before shaking her head. "You know I've got your back with that vote, the last thing I want is a statue reminding me that she's gone." Bellamy turned her head to look up at him. "I hate this, Brax."
"Coors or... Seagrams Strawberry Daiquiri?" Which he didn't even remember buying. Maybe they were Kayla's shoved into the back of the fridge at some point, or from party he'd long since forgotten about. "I've got harder liquor but no mixers." He never really bothered these days, he mixed enough drinks at work. Looking at Bellamy from where he was crouched by the fridge, he laughed "Perfect night, if you ask me." Better to shut out the world than be shut out by the world.
"Hm...throw me a strawberry daiquiri." Bellamy told him softly, figuring something sweet could help her ease into it. "Oh so that means we're taking shots?" She teased, it wasn't the worst idea but the two of them would definitely be feeling the burn more than the clouded thoughts. The blonde wasn't looking to get blackout drunk, just enough to get her to that light fuzzy feeling of distraction. "Couldn't of said it better myself, we've got the entire night to ourselves. Do you think we should play a game?"
"I feel you on that front," Braxton sighed, spiraling seemed to be all he was doing lately. With Kayla's voice on the radio, clothes being sent to his doorstep, it was like she kept coming back to haunt him, and sometimes it felt like she was more present than she had ever been when she was actually here. "Want a beer? I've got a stocked fridge." That was about all it was stocked of. Moving past her to head towards it, he added, "it's about the only thing that shuts mine up lately."
She let out a sigh as she looked over at him, oddly his presence was calming her down just by him listening. Bellamy wanted to get to the bottom of everything happening around town, but she was way overdue for a break. "Please." She told him, nodding her head before holding out her hand. "That's got to be the plan of the evening, nothing else matters tonight. It's just us and these beers, no town talk."
— TWO CARTONS OF A dozen eggs were stacked atop lincoln's arms as he patiently waited in the coffee shop's corner. it was a small part of his weekly routine to drop off fresh produce at the beloved establishments around town ( despite his own lack of patronage to them ). waiting for the manager to return with his meager payment, lincoln's attention dragged across the busy room. he hated crowds, tight spaces, chit-chat. desperately, the hermit wished to be done with this business deal and return to the solitary comfort of his late-grandparent's isolated farm.
but, as he surveyed the small area, agitated eyes momentarily lingered on the hunched frame of a stranger whose distressed features flitted between screen and page. curiosity and unease led him to watch for what was likely too long, only tearing his gaze away upon the manager's return. gracelessly, he stumbled through small talk and pleasantries before handing over the goods. then, the man beelined for the door, stuffing the money into the depths of his old jeans pocket. but, just as escape was in arm's reach, his hand hesitated over the exit's handle. despite himself, lincoln drew back into the building and dragged his heavy feet toward the stranger. his grandmother's nagging voice sounded in the back of his mind, droning on and on about chivalry and some-such. running a tense hand through his head of unkept curls, lincoln quietly mumbled , " you okay ? seem a little. . . " hands were shoved into his pockets, glancing out the window rather than at her. " upset ? "
"Upset is accurate...you could add stressed to that list." Bellamy let out a sigh before running a hand through her hair. "Did I disturb you at all? I'm sorry about all of that." Bellamy figured she probably looked a little off to someone who didn't know what was on her screen, especially because she'd been so vocal. "You didn't happen to receive a weird piece of mail recently, did you?" Yes Bellamy, just continue on with the weird questions and he was definitely bound to think you were anything but crazy. "I know it's random, it's just a few people had mentioned that similarity so I was just wondering...Sorry — you're probably busy."
status: closed [ @thclastlight - braxton ]
location: braxton's place
As much as she'd hate to admit it Bellamy had begun pacing, getting caught up on one of her theories about what happened to all of the people employed at the bowling alley—her mother included. But now it was like she was stuck in a loop with every step that she took, Bellamy sighed. "I can't let myself spiral like this again..." The blonde said as she looked up at him. "I just need it to stop, there's so much going on and I don't even think I've scraped the surface, my brain needs to shut up."
Devi was not the best investigator, that much she would admit. She was organized and passionate when it came to mysteries but putting those dots together? Sometimes it still alluded her. Apparently, she wasn't the only one set up outside of Rooks trying to do some sleuthing or at least she assumed that's what the other was whispering frustration about. "You okay?" Devi asked, turning from her own IPad that she'd been filling up with theories to see if the other was in desperate need of help or maybe just a venting sesh.
"Oh — I'm so sorry if I bothered you, I've just been a little distracted." That was putting it lightly, she'd barely opened her laptop to another page since she discovered the code. "I've been playing too much hardcore detective lately and now I think my eyes are starting to play tricks on me." Bellamy was too focused on the screen, that much was obvious from the burning of her eyes. "Do you think something weird has been going on lately?" She began, lowering her voice as she spoke. "Did you get weird mail?"
LOCATION: empty high school baseball field (or a park of some sort)
FOR: anyone! @helltownhqstarters
Ever since Alfie had played peewee league, the baseball diamond had been his happy place. It was there for him in times of triumph or time of defeat or when he just needed to let off some steam. Especially now in wake of strange disappearances and mysterious packages being brought to his very doorstep, Alfie could use some solace — a quiet place to just stop and think about everything.
And so, the former shortstop had been up early minding his own business, mindlessly pitching baseballs up in the air to himself and hitting them with his bat until the outfield was littered with them. It wasn’t until he was about ten swings deep that he heard footsteps coming from behind him, and Alfie turned to face the source of the sound that had pulled him from his thoughts. “Yeah?”
Bellamy had been watching for a few moments, stopping by the field to make her walk that much longer. "Do you do this a lot?" She questioned, easily spotting this wasn't anywhere close to his first time regarding holding a baseball bat. "Sorry — it's just a nice distraction with well...everything." You'd only have to glance at the news to understand what she was saying, but she found baseball was a nice shift of conversation than the new normal regarding her mother's disappearance. "Seems kind of boring to be doing all of this out here by yourself."
the news didn't help the worry antoinette already was having which was amplified by the package she's found outside her apartment a couple of days ago. she's always had the business card with her, the eternal brotherhood, the quote, the initials, how could she use it all to connect the dots, and find the answers to everyone's question this whole time, where all these missing people are, where kayla is, if she was still alive, antoinette was still holding on to that hope. she was walking by the coffee shop, toying with the said card in hand, with her thoughts being cut off by a familiar voice, crumpled paper rolling by her feet. the dancer couldn't help but look, bellamy, despite their history, she never stopped caring for the other, even from afar. staring longer than she should, she realizes that she was trying to figure this all out as she was. "where uhm...what've you covered so far? i mean, when it comes to your research?" she couldn't resist but ask. "i'm sorry, i--i'm trying to figure this out myself, too."
Her head quickly looked over her shoulder, taking that moment to realize exactly who she was talking to. “Oh— um, it’s you.” The blonde paused for a moment before shaking her head. “Right — research, I’ve been staring at this page for hours.” Which could have been obvious seeing that the ice in her coffee was almost completely melted away. “There’s this page where everything is written in code, right? So I found a way to decipher that code…I’m trying to make sense of it all. Honestly having another pair of eyes might give mine a chance to rest, did you want to look?”
Bellamy's thoughts were racing faster than her hands could tap against the keyboard of her laptop. "What the fuck..." She whispered aloud as she stared at the screen, the envelope she received tucked safely under the notebook she brought along with her. "This doesn't make any sense..." She continued, ripping out a page and crumpling it up in her hands. Her mother had been missing since she got back into town and the blonde would be lying if she said it hadn't been on her mind — among other things, but she couldn't wrap her head around all these people randomly disappearing. It was clear Bellamy was frustrated, especially now with an the mail she'd received — she needed to know what happened.
you come home from work, from a long day, from whatever adventure the day had taken you on … full and well prepared to spend the rest of your evening alone. however, you notice your mailbox’s flag is raised. you collected the mail earlier, didn’t you ?
opening the mailbox, you find a large, brown folder inside. its paper is worn, smeared with ink and … was that blood ? squinting at it, you notice the stamp on the front;
it’s a label from a laboratory.
the name … the DATE. that’s the day they went missing. you’d never forget that date, even if you tried.
frantically, you tear open the envelope, only to notice the only thing inside is a small business card.
“the eternal brotherhood lab corporation: eternal spirits in eternal forms.”
