#bea lopez

[justinannevevo]

[palaugranetes]

CONGRATULATIONS PAQUITO AND BEA WHO ARE EXPECTING THEIR FIRST CHILD!!!😍💕💓 (Bea via IG: "💖👨‍👩‍👧💖 #etvuic #elmillor @paco93alcacer")

[justinannevevo]

Bea meets Bea

Me and Bea Lopez decided to hang out at my place. My cousin Bea Cotelo opened the gate for us. Finally, my cousin and my classmate met each other personally. They knew each other before because they talked once. I introduced them to each other because I have a feeling they'll get along really well. They have lots of common interests. I was really happy that the three of us were together. My cousin gave us some of her chocolate, and we had coffee. I am so happy that this time things aren't awkward between Bea Lopez and my cousin. Before Bea Cotelo, I introduced Bea Lopez to my other cousin who she once had a crush on. I tried to hook them up but failed because he turned out to have really poor social skills especially with girls like Bea Lopez haha. but things between them are okay now. sonno worries haha. I don't have intentions to introduce and make all my cousins be friends with my classmate but idk i just want them to meet new people and have a funner social life. i just love these people and i want us to be closer. so yea hahaha

[cicero-cortez]

~Special Delivery~ SelfPara

Cicero was wandering the hallways, looking for Bea. She'd been hoping to find her friend so that maybe they could hang out, have some fun. She sighed. It would've been so much easier if the residents at Thornewood were just allowed to have cell phones, she thought to herself. Though, from a logical standpoint, she could definitely tell why they weren't. 

Finally, she decided to check the Rec Room, and was surprised to see several people standing around the doorway to it, muttering, looking surprised, and she shoved through them, glaring angrily, ignoring the cries of outrage, as one of them stumbled and fell into the wall. Coming into the Rec Room, she was shocked to see that it was trashed, the furniture strewn around, smashed, a window broken, curtains torn, and an unpleasant thought began to enter Cicero's head, particularly as she saw several nurses in the corner, muttering to each other as they were beginning to clear up the damage.

"....that poor girl..."

"....dangerous! I don't bloody get paid enough for this...."

Narrowing her eyes in anger, Cicero strode towards them, towards the nearest one, the one who'd called Bea dangerous, and grabbed her by the collar, shoving her into the wall. "Are you talking about Bea?", she snarled, her face inches from the woman's, while the other nurse cried out and tried to pull her off. 

"Y-yes!", the nurse choked out. "She did this...isolation...this morning"

"Thanks", snapped Cicero, dropping the woman as she hurried out of the room, hoping she wouldn't get into too much trouble. At least not before she had the chance to do something. She made her way back to level three, finding Bea's room, and, looking around to make sure no one could see, she cautiously pushed the door open and snuck inside, wondering what had set her friend off. A note was lying on the floor, crumpled, and Cicero picked it up, scanning it. Oh. So that was why. 

Dropping the paper back on the floor, she walked slowly back to her room, bitterness rising up inside her. So this was how they were treated. The poor, crazy ones stuck inside Thornewood. Locked away, so the rest of the world wouldn't have to deal with them. And it would be so easy, wouldn't it? If someone was a problem, you could just slap a label on them, and have them locked up. That way, you didn't have to face them, and that way, you could sweep them, and their existence, under the rug, so much easier, and pretend they didn't even exist. And that was how it looked in Bea's case. A note. Her family had apparently sent a note, because it would be so much easier to hurt someone in you couldn't see their face or hear their voice. And anger rose up in Cicero at the thought, that these people, who to her, were nameless and faceless, were provoking her friend to such anger. That they were treating her this way just because she was different. 

At least her parents had called her. Or at least, her mother had called her, and they'd spoken. Then, her mother had gotten her father on the line for all of about thirty seconds, and Cicero knew that her father was the reason why they weren't visiting. They'd sent her a gift though....a new CD player, along with her old CD's, and a few new ones. That was something, at least. Better than just a cold, flat, letter, basically saying that she wasn't loved.

"AAAAAAAARRRGGHHHH", she shrieked, her anger coming to a boil as she reached her room, and with a snarl, she kicked over her bedside table, sending it flying into the wall with a thud. Gritting her teeth and balling her hands into fists, Cicero tried to force herself to calm down. She didn't want to be put into Isolation again. Not for this. Several curious looking newbies had the nerve to walk by her room at that point, trying to look casual, and Cicero slammed the door in their faces, biting her lip, breathing hard as she tried to calm herself down. Her fingernails dug into her palms as she clenched her fists harder and harder, stopping only as her nails broke the skin, sending blood dripping down her palms.

Standing up, she wiped the blood off her hands, looking for a moment at the small, crescent-shaped cuts on her hands, before she went over to her desk and sat down, pulling a sheet of paper and a pencil towards her. Hunching over, she began to write.

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Several hours later, Cicero was tucking a carefully folded letter into her pocket. Sifting through the vague collection of memories from when she'd been sedated and carted off to isolation by several guards, she tried to remember where the room was. 

After some careful searching, she found herself in the hallway adjacent to the one that held the isolation room. Peering around the corner, she saw a fat, sleepy looking guard, and she knew he'd hardly just let her waltz up and deliver anything to Bea. Her hands clenched into fists again at the thought of being trapped in that white room, and she winced quietly in pain as her palms stung, hoping the cuts wouldn't open up again. 

Taking a deep breath, she put a hand on the note, and prepared to go. She wasn't sure what the best way to temporarily get rid of the guard was, but she'd come up with several ideas. If Plan A didn't work, assuming she didn't get caught, there was always Plan B.

Carefully, she tied up her hair, and pulled up her jacket so that it would cover half of her face. Last thing she needed was for the guard to recognize her and report her to the Warden. "1........2.........3.....", she muttered to herself. "And.....go!"

With that, she bolted around the corner, much to the surprise of the guard, who barely had time to sit up straight before she'd reached him, and shoved him back, against the wall with one hand, while she ripped the flashlight off his belt with the other, and continued down the hall.

As she rounded the corner, she heard the sounds of the guard swearing and getting to his feet, stumbling after her. Drawing back her arm, she hurled the flashlight away from her, towards the next hallway, to make it seem as though she'd kept going, before ducking into a small closet and silently shutting the door, just in time. Several seconds later, she heard the sound of the guard rounding the corner, sounding angry. Peeking through the keyhole, she could faintly register the guard attempting to chase her, heading in the direction she'd thrown the flashlight, still cursing to himself.

".....Damn nutcases....." , she heard him swear as he rounded the corner, still looking for her. "That was rude", she muttered to herself, smirking slightly, though, as an afterthought, she wished that she'd thought to go for the keys on the guards belt instead of the flashlight.

Silently, she slipped out of the closet, and hurried back where she'd come towards the isolation room. She knew she didn't have much time, and she figured there was probably some sort of recording equipment installed in the area, so she tried to keep her face covered as best she could. 

Reaching the white door to the isolation room, she paused for a moment, pulling the note out of her pocket, and lifting a hand towards the door. She knocked slowly, several times. "Bea?", she said, her voice slightly above a whisper. She knocked again, hearing a slight rustling from inside the room, and she knelt down, sliding the folded letter under the doorway. Knocking one more time, wishing she could communicate some sort of good wishes to Bea through the action.

Hearing the sounds of the guard returning in the distance, she quickly stood up and hurried away, smiling to herself. At least she'd delivered the letter, she thought to herself, hoping she'd get to see her friend again soon.