@loath3d (bedelia) gets a semi-plotted starter.
THE PAST TASTED BITTER, ALMOST SOUR upon the tip of her tongue and in the back of her mind. A constant haunting she couldn't quite run away from. It's what brought her here, to a lecture per Taissa's recommendation. A lecture about being Devoured by the Beast, which meant different things to different people and how to survive it. Maybe not how, exactly, but there were all sorts of different types of survivors that bared the weight of multiple versions of reality and situations. Not that she isn't aware of such things.
Obviously, everyone had their own individual struggles. She hates repeating herself with the constant thoughts that slithered their way and trickled deep down into her core, but she isn't alone. Not entirely. She isn't the only one suffering through something tragic and maybe hearing someone else's story will help her come to some sort of fruition or realization of that fact. So, she sits there and listens, really listens to a different revelation. It pulls at her heartstrings a bit, every spoken word laced with almost a hint of admiration and growth.
But even when all is said and done, the room shifts, emptying with everyone else that had once been around her now slowly leaving, leaving Natalie sitting there silently. Calculating the thoughts in her head with a steady gaze on the woman before her. It's a single sentence that really shakes her, that she can't get rid of: "My journey to damnation began when I was swallowed by the beast." It's as if her heart nearly stopped as soon as those words were spoken, thinking back on her time out there in the wilderness and whatever it was that had been there with them, like an unseen entity forcing their hands to do unspeakable acts in its name.
A name she didn't even know.
When the room clears, she's the only one left standing, approaching the podium where Dr. Bedelia du Maurier resides with some nervousness to her overall body language as if she were treading beyond the appropriate boundary lines. Coughing lightly, she clears her throat before both hands are placed within the confines of her leather jacket pockets, light shrug soon to follow, almost shamefully. ❝ Hi. Um, sorry… my name's Natalie Scatorccio. Do you maybe, have a minute? You just, you said something that really got to me during the uh… lecture. Referring to whats-his-name as "the beast". ❞ One might think considering her past she'd be more well acquainted with the subject matter of Hannibal Lecter and who he was, but she wasn't actually well versed outside of tonight's session. ❝ I understand if you're too busy. ❞
