#belvstarter

[londonbauer]

It's one thing that it's dark half the freaking time--

But I'm really not loving the limited heating. It's November. My nipples are turning into icicles.

[kat--kennedy]

So...

Does anyone have any idea when the lights will be less... flicker-y and dim? I feel like I'm slowly going blind. 

[charlenewoods-blog-blog]

[Charlie-- like any child-- was scared of the dark when she was young. But then she turned 7 and she made herself get over it. And get over it she did, as quick as the snap of her fingers. So many of her fears, she managed to simply brush off like pesky, hungered flies. So the dark didn't bother her any; she knew what was out there, and if something took her by surprise, she'd handle it.]

[The blonde walks down the hall, making a return trip from the bathroom (a hilarious attempt in near pitch-blackness). She's making her way back to her room, but taking her time, walking around somewhat aimlessly without really caring much about anything. Charlie hums a tune-- some song she can't remember the title of-- and turns a corner unsuspectingly...]

[rose--emilia]

[Emilia is enjoying the darkness of the Institution. It feels safer, like a blanket wrapping around her. But she doesn't just want security. She wants to move. She peeks around the corner in the hallway, eyes barely clearing it.] Anyone out there?

[isis-austerlitz-blog]

Now that the lights are out and there's a big scary storm headed this way, I think we should take the opportunity to sit around and tell horror stories. First one to get visibly scared has to stand in the storm for ten minutes. It'll be a little... Belvedere bonding.

[scotty-saunders-blog]

It's been too fucking long since I've watched porn.

 I hate my life.

[sydney--christian-blog]

What The Bloody Hell Is This?

First we can't shag in public. Then we 'ave ta' eat food that tastes like shite from the bottom of my shoe. And now, we can't even have decent lighting. I'm all for a kinky atmosphere ta' set the scene, but really mate?

[damien--stark-blog]

It's Funny

How the lights decide to go out on a secluded island with a storm that is supposed to be the worse to hit London in years. It sounds like the ideal set up for a horror movie. I wonder if I shall start preparing. -For what he does not say, but he wouldn't mind wheeling out a few useless bodies from inside the corridors-