I Want Adventure In The Great Wide Somewhere

Spotted at Grand Central, bags in hand, {FELICITY JONES}. No, that’s a mistake. It’s {BELLE LEBEAU}, they are a/an {CANON} and come from {DISNEY/BEAUTY AND THE BEAST}. They are {TWENTY-FIVE} and I’ve heard they are {ADVENTUROUS }, as well {STUBBORN}. They happen to hold {NO} memories. Don’t believe me? See for yourself. Lucky for us, {Ari, 19, Central, She/her} sent us proof.

[bluesupes]

@mostardentlyx

Clark was sat in a coffee shop, listening to the latest news on a drug bust that had went wrong. It was the third this week and he couldn’t seem to catch the culprit but he knew eventually something would leak that he could use to his advantage. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted a woman struggling with some books. She had a lot, an avid reader he assumed. When the novels started to toss and begin to tumble, he moved quicker out of his seat than a normal human could, grabbing all the books before they could even touch the ground. He was supposed to be keeping his powers under wraps but clearly that wasn’t easy for him. “You have a lot to read here,” he said, his voice friendly as he made eye contact with her. “Is there a project you are working on? Or do you just love reading?” He was trying his best to distract, a bit of charm behind his voice to offset the fact that he just sped his way over to her. “My name is Clark. Clark Kent.”

[wantingadventures]

Belle was completely ready to just accept the fact that she was just going to have to pick up all of her books, but...he came out of nowhere. She gave a smile and a sigh of relief. “Thank you for your help, I really appreciate it. It would have taken me a bit to get them all bundled back in my arms.” She laughed as she recomposed herself.

“I’m a librarian so I have access to all the books. Some of these are for studies but mainly just fun reads.” She explained, taking a moment to take in her new acquaintance’s features. He was quite attractive, and she had some pretty high standards when it came to men. She silently hoped and prayed he wasn’t just another Gaston. “My name is Belle, I’m a librarian and children’s director at the library down the block. “And what do you do Mr. Kent?” She asked, hoping to make conversation with the handsome stranger.

[mostardentlyx]

Starter/Plotting Call!

Alright, I haven’t roleplayed in what feels like a month, so hmu! I’m just really in the mood for plotting things out and creating a good, solid storyline because a lot of my muses need more close friends lol. But if plotting isn’t your style feel free to just comment who you want to roleplay with and we can wing it :)

Mr. Darcy

Belle

Tenth Doctor

Jacques Snicket

Beatrice Snicket

Hades/Sherlock Holmes/Julian Devorak 

[wantingadventures]

Something There || Open

Belle wasn’t sure why, but the yellow dress she was wearing felt so…nostalgic. There was no meaning behind it…at least she didn’t think so. She had worn yellow plenty of times but…this dress really sparked something deep and emotional in her. Maybe the shopkeeper who sold the dress to her was right…maybe the dress really was made for her…

But she tried not to let it get to her now. Now she just wanted to be a bit more lively. This was the most adventurous, social thing she had done in New York thus far and she was going to make the most of it…and perhaps figure out why she was invited to such a prestigious event in the first place. She circle the champagne in her glass, but didn’t want to take a sip quite yet…

Across the way she saw a person who certainly looked like they belonged here, even if they didn’t. They were dressed to the nines, someone who knew what they were doing when she really didn’t. She was a farm girl, not a fancy socialite like these people. She needed a friend, maybe it was high time she made one.

“Lovely attire! You fit right in here it seems. Frankly I’m not sure how a librarian like myself got here. I was actually wondering if you could tell me what all of this is about?” She asked, her eyes glowing with curious wonder behind her golden mask that just covered her eyes.

Belle  Tenth Doctor Jack Sparrow Beatrice Snicket Sherlock Holmes Jenna Hutcherson

[miscreaticn]

 picking an outfit seemed more difficult than necessary, but thus she prevailed in finding something to her standards of nice. markings visible on her body; shrugging off the thoughts of why they were there. it’s not as though they were not sometimes conversation starters - sometimes unpleasant ones, as well. stepping through the archway felt somehow unreal as if this were some fairytale or just part of her imagination. it wouldn’t be the first time, especially with the dreams and creative side the redhead possessed.  hearing someone address her brought clary out of a small daze while being intrigued by the surroundings. how had everyone been so fortunate for an invitation? how ominous it felt. a positively upbeat tone brought a half smile to the nephilim’s face. “really?” she glanced down before regaining the same courage it took to waltz into a place with something which felt strange compared to regular attire. “I mean thank you, that’s kind of you. I like your outfit as well it’s vintage.” saying it with confidence. it did look a little retro chic - but what did she know about fashion? “i’m still trying to figure out why they were generous with invites.”

[wantingadventures]

Belle looked down at her outfit. Sure it was cheap, and it certainly wasn’t in style, but Belle had never truly cared about what was in and what was not. She liked it, that was certainly enough for her. “Thank you...honestly it was from a secondhand store, I confess I’m not a very good spender when it comes to money, even for events like this.” She said, remembering all the money-saving tricks her papa taught her.

She thought for a moment, the wheels in her head always turning. “It’s odd...I’m really not supposed to be here, I’m sure of it. Yet the host knew my name...It’s all so suspicious isn’t it?” She asked, like she wanted the other to confirm that her own thoughts made sense. She swirled her champagne, watching it go around and around as she pondered the whole situation.

“Anyways, what do you do for a living? Surely something that makes much more sense than being a librarian.” She laughed, offering the other a kind smile.

[wantingadventures]

Something There || Open

Belle wasn’t sure why, but the yellow dress she was wearing felt so...nostalgic. There was no meaning behind it...at least she didn’t think so. She had worn yellow plenty of times but...this dress really sparked something deep and emotional in her. Maybe the shopkeeper who sold the dress to her was right...maybe the dress really was made for her...

But she tried not to let it get to her now. Now she just wanted to be a bit more lively. This was the most adventurous, social thing she had done in New York thus far and she was going to make the most of it...and perhaps figure out why she was invited to such a prestigious event in the first place. She circle the champagne in her glass, but didn’t want to take a sip quite yet...

Across the way she saw a person who certainly looked like they belonged here, even if they didn’t. They were dressed to the nines, someone who knew what they were doing when she really didn’t. She was a farm girl, not a fancy socialite like these people. She needed a friend, maybe it was high time she made one.

“Lovely attire! You fit right in here it seems. Frankly I’m not sure how a librarian like myself got here. I was actually wondering if you could tell me what all of this is about?” She asked, her eyes glowing with curious wonder behind her golden mask that just covered her eyes.

Belle  Tenth Doctor Jack Sparrow Beatrice Snicket Sherlock Holmes Jenna Hutcherson

[bextaylors]

SHIPPY SENTENCE STARTERS.   feel free to change pronouns   /   change the sentence(s) to your liking.  for multi-muses,  specify who you’re sending the meme(s) to  /  who you’re sending the meme(s) from.

❛  did you ever love me?  ❜ ❛  do you ever miss when we were just friends?  ❜ ❛  don’t you dare think that there is anything,  past or present,  that i would put in front of you.  ❜ ❛  everything i have ever done was for you.  ❜ ❛  i am hopelessly,  irretrievably in love with her.  ❜ ❛  i care about your feelings more than mine.  ❜ ❛  i feel i’ve loved you forever.  ❜ ❛  i guess if i love you…  i should let you move on.  ❜ ❛  i know that somewhere inside that cold,  lifeless exterior there’s an actual human soul.  ❜ ❛  i know that you love me…  but you aren’t in love with me.  ❜ ❛  i look at you and i…  i’m home.  ❜ ❛  i love you in every way that i can.  ❜ ❛  i love you more than i’ve ever loved anybody.  ❜ ❛  i love you.  i will love you forever.  ❜ ❛  i miss the future i might have had with you.  ❜ ❛  i never stopped loving you.  ❜ ❛  i remember thinking that i had to have you or i’d die.  ❜ ❛  i would never let anybody or anything hurt you.  ❜ ❛  if you love someone,  you tell them.  ❜ ❛  if you stay,  i promise there’s no safer place in the world than right here with me.  ❜ ❛  if you want to go…  i want you to know that it’s okay.  ❜ ❛  it’s simple.  her or me.  ❜ ❛  i’ll miss you with every beat of my heart.  ❜ ❛  i’m in love with her,  ok?  ❜ ❛  i’m in love with you.  ❜ ❛  i’ve loved you since the first time i laid eyes on you.  ❜ ❛  i’ve loved you since we were kids.  ❜ ❛  listen to me…  i’m in love with you.  ❜ ❛  no one’s ever stuck with me for so long before.  ❜ ❛  she was…  the love of my life.  ❜ ❛  thank you for loving me.  ❜ ❛  we look out for each other.  that’s what we do.  ❜ ❛  we’re going to have to work at this everyday but i want to do that because i want you.  ❜ ❛  you always make me feel better.  ❜ ❛  you and i?  we’re messy,  and we’re complicated,  but we’re real.  ❜ ❛  you are everything i never knew i wanted.  ❜ ❛  you are the person i was meant to spend the rest of my life with.  ❜ ❛  you can’t just kiss me and think you’re gonna make it all go away.  ❜ ❛  you’re in love with me.  i know you’re in love with me.  ❜ ❛  you’re like a beacon of light guiding me through the darkness.  ❜ ❛  you’re my hero.  you know that,  right?  ❜ ❛  you’re the lightest thing that ever came into my life.  ❜ ❛  you’re the one that ran the moment things got a little rough.  ❜ ❛  you’re the only thing i ever cared about.  ❜

[confettisouls-deactivated201902]

“and here i thought librarians might’ve focused a little more on books themselves” a soft chuckle radiating from her lips, she was only joking in her manner, realising that an important element in maintaining a library must be the computers, though she was hardly that used to them, still feeling a stranger to them after years of using them, like she was from a different century or something odd of that sort, despite her memories firmly rooted in modern day and living. 

eyes widening with an open curl of lips, the offer made her let out a stream of agreement, a nod firstly coming from her. an ingenious idea indeed, and one considerate to hear. “it’s always in need of some, really.” she started to speak, a slight moment of thought as she thought back to the lack they found themselves happening, that always calling for her to make some single person trips to here, picking up requests. “that’s a beautiful suggestion! it’s great for them to come here, but it can be so difficult to organise, and that would bridge the gaps so nicely.”. 

[wantingadventures]

Belle was so happy that her initial idea was well received, but why stop there? Her father always told her that she was ambitious, and indeed she was. The gears in her head began to turn like in one of her father’s inventions. “We could set up a donation box! People can bring in children’s books that they no longer want, and we could bring it to them! Or we could arrange for the box to be picked up when they arrive at the library!”

Belle composed herself, knowing she was getting a bit too excited. “I just...I love seeing these kids learn and grow. Being lonely is a terrible thing, I couldn’t imagine a life without parents. I want to bring them some sort of joy, no matter how small.” She said confidently, firm in her beliefs and convictions. Belle was not an orphan, but she had lost her mother, and everyone else found her too strange to deal with. Her papa was all she had, and though she loved him more than anything in the world, she was still lonely. She knew that when she was the same age as the children, she could only dream about someone showing her such kindness.

[wantingadventures]

Curious || Belle and Beck

New York really was everything Belle hoped it would be. Bright lights, crazy sounds, everything was moving, everything in motion. It was so nice to get away from her little hometown in France, and be somewhere where people who were different were accepted and not made fun of…well…not always.

It was also a place to find like minded people and as Belle sat on the bench in Central Park, she found just that. “Oh I love that book! It picked up a lot on chapter three. What part are you on?” She asked curiously.

[wrctergirl]

She hadn’t managed to make that much friends yet, but Beck didn’t really care about it. She didn’t need people around her to actually live – she went on very well with her books, classes and her job down at the docks, something that had come as quite the surprise but that she loved deeply, something that reminded her.. of peace. One would have thought being near the water would remind her of worse times, of her father but.. it didn’t. Somehow, it made Beck feel like a new beginning could be possible, even if she had previously thought it couldn’t. Taking a seat in Central Park, she whipped out an old copy of Pride and Prejudice, before opening the book right where she had finished reading.  She had been so caught up in reading that she barely noticed when someone spoke to her, looking up from her book with a smile. “I, uh.. around the middle. And I’ve read it before, countless times, but it’s still as good as it was the first time.” 

[wantingadventures]

A girl after her own heart. She had read the book so many times that she could quote it. She had always admired the brave Elizabeth Bennett and the way she interacted with the misunderstood Mr. Darcy. “Oh I absolutely adore it! Jane Austen really is a craftsmith with words. Elizabeth is my absolute favorite, I think books always need more independent, strong female antagonist like her.” Belle said with a cheeky grin.

“What do you like most about the book?” Belle asked, always eager to talk about a good book.

[confettisouls-deactivated201902]

it was one of her most ebullient days to experience, though she sometimes felt a rising dejection that she attempted to push away. to try and help widen young minds, giving them access to a wider scope of knowledge and learning, it was a cause that she was passionate about, remembering her own education as a kid- angelica had always been the most intelligent, and she tried to do this for her. the faces some of the kids had when they picked up a book to read, and she saw them curled up later on, intrigued, it was one of the most satisfactory moments she could witness. 

watching around, finishing up reading a few pages to one of the younger children, she moved her way up, a warm smile beaming up across her features as she rose from where she had sat. a momentary confusion though lips parted upwards, the introduction of the other soon assured her as to who she was. “it’s lovely to see others with such kindly enthusiasm, it brings a little more joy to these visits. we’re indebted to you all for facilitating us this way”. it was something the majority of the kids enjoyed, and to be able to allow them this experience, small as it was, was gratifying. “it truly is a pleasure to meet you belle, you do a splendid job here. and i’m eliza schuyler”. 

[wantingadventures]

Belle smiled, glad to meet such a naturally kind person. “Oh, it’s no trouble at all! It gives us librarians something to do other than look at computer screens.” Belle laughed, and truly she was glad to have a job that required her to be on her feet more. After all she had never been one to stay in one place. As she looked towards the children, a brilliant idea occurred to her.

“Is the children’s home in need of more books?” She asked curiously, the wheels in her head already turning. “They just seem so excited being around them...I wonder if next time we could bring some books to them...”

[wantingadventures]

Curious || Belle and Beck

New York really was everything Belle hoped it would be. Bright lights, crazy sounds, everything was moving, everything in motion. It was so nice to get away from her little hometown in France, and be somewhere where people who were different were accepted and not made fun of...well...not always.

It was also a place to find like minded people and as Belle sat on the bench in Central Park, she found just that. “Oh I love that book! It picked up a lot on chapter three. What part are you on?” She asked curiously.

[annielovestohelp]

beauty and the beast sentence meme

feel free to change the starters and things to fit your muse!

“who could ever learn to love a beast?”

“well, it’s my favorite! far off places, daring sword fights, magic spells, a prince in disguise!”

“here’s where she meets prince charming. but she won’t discover that it’s him ‘til chapter three.”

“my father is not crazy! he’s a genius!”

“i’m not really sure i fit in here. there’s no one i can really talk to.”

“oh _____, have a heart!”

“you know, there’s not a girl in town who wouldn’t love to be in your shoes.”

“is he gone?”

“for once, it might be grand to have someone understand. i want so much more than they’ve got planned.”

“______, there’s a girl in the castle!”

“take me instead.”

“please spare my daughter! please!”

“told you she was pretty, _____. didn’t i?”

“cheer up, child. it’ll turn out alright in the end, you’ll see.”

“try to be patient. the girl has lost her father and her freedom all in one day.”

“it’s no use. she’s so beautiful and I’m…well, look at me!”

“please attempt to be a gentleman.”

“i don’t wanna get to know him! i don’t wanna have anything to do with him!”

“she’ll never see me as anything but a monster.”

“promise or no promise, i can’t stay here another minute!”

“by the way, thank you for saving my life.”

“true, that he’s no prince charming. but there’s something in him that i simply didn’t see.”

“i’ll tell you when you’re older.”

“could you read it again?”

“you don’t have time to be timid!”

“and when the moment is right, you confess your love!”

“are you happy here with me?”

“you mean…i’m free?”

“after all this time, he’s finally learned to love.”

“______, why’d you go away? don’t you like us anymore?”

“if it’s a fight they want, we’ll be ready for them!”

“what’s the matter, ______? too kind and gentle to fight back?”

“at least i got to see you one last time.”

“are they gonna live happily ever after, ______?”

[wantingadventures]

Kindered Spirits || Eliza @confettisouls and Belle

Belle was basically bouncing with energy and excitement. She fixed up the children’s reading corner, put out the latest children’s books, even set out a little center for the kids to get treats later on. She loved the days where the kids could just explore and read, she wished she was given such an opportunity at a young age.

So as soon as she saw young faces entering the library, she got to work. She showed them where everything was located, where to find her, and how to properly treat the books. She smiled, happy that the library she so dearly loved was being used for such a great cause. But she had forgotten herself for a moment, she didn’t even greet their guide!

“I’m so glad you brought the children in today! I know myself as well the other librarians love seeing them find good books.” She said, a joyous smile plastered on her face as she looked around the library that was, for once, buzzing with excitement. “Oh, I’m so sorry, I haven’t introduced myself! I’m Belle, Belle Lebeau. I oversee the children’s section of the library.”

[wantingadventures]

Starter Call!

I really ought to do more with these muses😅Comment which muse you’d like to interact with!

Belle Lebeau 2/3

Tenth Doctor/ John Smith 0/3

Mary Poppins 0/3

Jack Sparrow 0/3

Sherlock Holmes 2/3

[wantingadventures]

Belle was totally and incandescently in love...with her new book. It had all of her favorite elements, love, mystery, adventure, all the things she so desperately craved. One would suspect she was in her own world entirely. Especially since there was a person in front of her, trying to get her attention.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so very sorry. This book is too intriguing for my own good I’m afraid.” She said with a quiet laugh. She put her book down and tried not to look to odd. There was just... something about them that made her heart flutter with excitement. She wanted new friends so desperately and the thought that this person may become one? That was enough to put a kind smile on her face. “Can I help you with something? Need a book?” She asked, trying to be helpful.

[jxstpathetic-deactivated2019081]

wantingadventures·:

Belle blushed at the question. She felt really guilty, she didn’t want Adam to think she was some crazy lady that he had the misfortune of running into. Then again…literally everyone else thought that about her. Still, Adam was different. They had become something along the lines of weird friends and she didn’t want to lose that. As much as she hated to admit it, she cared what Adam thought, at least a little bit.

“I um…ha…well…I kind of told them that you were my friend and if they wanted security to deal with me then that would be what it would take to get me out of the room.” She admitted, just now feeling bad to for those poor doctors. “Eventually we compromised and they said they would let me in once you were closer to waking up.” She laughed, suddenly finding the whole thing a bit ridiculous. She put up such a fuss for a man she barely knew, maybe she really was crazy.

“Anyways, here, I don’t break promises.” She said with a smirk as she gently placed a purple shirt in his lap.

– There was a strong possibility that Adam would never learn about what had happened to Lawrence. First of all, he could never remember a person without having a full array of details that fit together coherently– like a jigsaw puzzle. A shudder shook the patient’s body as the simile entered his mind. And at the moment, the sparing details that he had, he couldn’t assign to a person, nor could he adhere them to any particular situation. They were just that, belonging to images, without any decipherable meaning or pattern. And that frustrated Adam, even if he didn’t consciously recognize that that was how he felt– frustrated. He hated not being in the know, he hated thinking that others had information that he didn’t possess; because, in his crowd back in Los Angeles, that meant that others had a leg up on you. It meant that they could use you, they could manipulate you, and even if they didn’t have intentions that were quite so dastardly, they still had advantages. Because the most powerful weapon in the world was information.

Although the bullet that had torn his shoulder apart must’ve constituted a close second for the most formidable force. Adam groaned, a sound of pain emitting from between chapped lips as he managed to turn his head to look at Belle again. He noticed that her hair was tossed in places, suggestive of the fact that she really had put up as much of a fight as she claimed to have done. And Adam found himself feeling conflicted, knowing how much she’d struggled. He didn’t think that he was worth the time, nor the energy. He didn’t feel that he was worth much of anything. But nonetheless, while part of him shrank away at the idea of owing someone something– as he almost surely did for Belle– he appreciated that she cared, that she’d saved his life. He didn’t think that was an overstatement; she’d helped him to navigate anxiety that would’ve prevented him from contacting emergency services. His brows furrowed in initial confusion as the man looked at the shirt that had been placed in the hand attached to his non-injured arm; but soon after, he recognized that the shirt had been in response to an earlier promise. “You got this for me?” Adam found himself asking her, as though it had been the kindest gesture in the world. And in many ways, it was. at least to Adam. Tired orbs shifted to meet her gaze, and the crooked smile returned to dress his mouth. “Shit, Belle. That was… that was really…” Adam didn’t know what word would be proper for the gesture. “that was really nice,” he settled with. Adam didn’t know how to thank her. He didn’t know what to say, or how to say it, but that much was typical for him. Adam had never been much of a wordsmith. “Thank you,” he said then, and if he could’ve rubbed the back of his neck to ease the tension that was settling there, he would’ve. “For… obviously for helping me. for getting me here.” 

[wantingadventures]

Belle had spent an hour or so with this man, and he was still such a mystery to her. Normally she was able to determine what kind of person a person was simply by the way they carried themselves, a natural observer. But the more she talked with and oberserved Adam, less she could make of him. It was probably because he barely knew himself...she couldn’t wrap her head around how he had no idea as to how he arrived in New York City, and with a bullet wound nonetheless. Still...she had always been a sucker for mysteries and adventures...maybe she could solve Adam’s mystery. She would be the Watson to his Holmes.

But at his sentiments about the shirt her heart nearly broke. He looked at the shirt like it was the first gift he had ever received in his life. To Belle it had just been a part of their weird jokes they had shared ya know, in the midst of a life or death situation. But somehow he saw it as a bit more than that, and if it brought him that much joy then Belle was delighted that she had actually gone through with getting the gift. She waved the words of gratitude away, “Don’t mention it. You can thank me by getting better and taking it easy alright?” She said with a small laugh.

But there was something itching at the back of her mind. She had so many questions, so many things her curious mind just had to know. “Adam...now that you’re all patched up...do you remember anything about your past?”

[jxstpathetic-deactivated2019081]

wantingadventures·:

Belle smiles softly, tears falling from her eyes as the medical staff rolled him into the ER. She wanted to just push past all the personnel and stay with Adam, but she knew she’s doing more hurt than harm and she had already pushed her luck riding with him to the hospital in the first place. Then she remembered her promise and with a heavy heart, she left the hospital.

But when Adam would wake up, Belle would be right there waiting with a purple t-shirt asleep in the chair next to his bed. A bullet wound they told her…Belle couldn’t just go home and carry on with her life, she had to make sure he was okay. She knew not knowing if he would be okay would kill her and she’d regret not going back to check up on him. So when his eyes fluttered open, her heart skipped a beat. “Adam? Adam can you hear me?” She asked very quietly, hoping not to frighten him.

– I don’t remember the surgery, he found himself thinking. And he reprimanded himself for having such a stupid thought. Are you a dumbass? he asked himself internally, a small cough bubbling in the center of his chest before it audibly abandoned his lips. you’re not supposed to remember surgery, loser. Adam shook his head unconsciously, the action stirring him awake, to demonstrate greater life than he’d elicited in the past several hours. It had taken hours– the man would be informed of the span of his surgery much time later. He’d received the original surgery back home, back in Los Angeles– the fragments of a single bullet had s p l i t back then, and if he hadn’t have been operated on when he had, he wouldn’t have survived the wound. 

But this time, the surgery was c o r r e c t i v e in nature, designed to treat the chronic pain that had coursed through his body– and to repair the stitching that had somehow become u n d o n e due to the roughness of his sudden transport to the city. Of course– he vaguely remembered being told that– the doctors weren’t miracle workers. He’d live with chronic pain for the remainder of his life. But most of what Adam had heard was that he’d live– and he recalled, strangely, wanting to ask about another person’s status. A person he couldn’t remember. A person whose name was buried deeply in his subconscious mind. L A W R E N C E. Somewhere deep inside of him, Adam wanted to know whether Lawrence had survived, whether he stood a chance of walking ever again. But the cough returned him to the present– to the conscious – as Adam turned his head to see Belle sitting there. What a champion she is. Still doped up, the man turned his head, ever-so-slightly, and managed a soft smile in her direction. “I can…” Adam coughed again. “I can hear you,” he managed to confirm. “How did you…. they let you in?” 

[wantingadventures]

Belle blushed at the question. She felt really guilty, she didn’t want Adam to think she was some crazy lady that he had the misfortune of running into. Then again...literally everyone else thought that about her. Still, Adam was different. They had become something along the lines of weird friends and she didn’t want to lose that. As much as she hated to admit it, she cared what Adam thought, at least a little bit.

“I um...ha...well...I kind of told them that you were my friend and if they wanted security to deal with me then that would be what it would take to get me out of the room.” She admitted, just now feeling bad to for those poor doctors. “Eventually we compromised and they said they would let me in once you were closer to waking up.” She laughed, suddenly finding the whole thing a bit ridiculous. She put up such a fuss for a man she barely knew, maybe she really was crazy.

“Anyways, here, I don’t break promises.” She said with a smirk as she gently placed a purple shirt in his lap.

[jxstpathetic-deactivated2019081]

wantingadventures·:

Belle laughed a bit, mainly out of surprise. Most of the time people didn’t want to be around her, to be stuck with her was like torcher. Yet he still seemed pleased that she was around. It was so foriegn to Belle, to feel wanted. But she welcomed the sentiment all the same. If Adam wanted her to be around, she’d stay around.

“Glad to be? That may be the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.” She said with another small giggle. She took back his hand and held it gently, careful not to pull out any weird medical thing that was in his arm. She could feel his ice cold hands, even through her gloves, so she did her best to warm his hand up. “I know everything is crazy right now, but you’re going to be alright okay? Please just hang in there…I really need you to be okay.” She didn’t even know if Adam could here her over all the commotion, but her words were true. She didn’t think she could ever forgive herself if something would happen to him. She looked out the window and saw a familiar street. “Almost there okay? Please just hang on.” She begged, looking at him with pleading eyes. “You still have to get that t-shirt remember?” She joked, hoping to lift him up a bit, even in such a tragic time.

– The contact encouraged the surging of memories that Adam didn’t recognize, that he didn’t even know could be identified as memories. The intertwining of the pair’s hands brought to the forefront of Adam’s mind images of his lips against Amanda’s forehead. His former girlfriend’s face flashed across his vision, and for a second– for half of a second– Adam could hear her laughing. It was a sound that singed his being with both joy and… was it fear? Adam didn’t have time to contemplate the complicated emotion, because in the next moment that followed, Adam could feel his forehead pressed against Lawrence’s. He, once again, heard the blonde-headed man’s assurance that Adam would be all right, that they both would make it out of that bathroom alive. The survivor unconsciously noted the fact that he continued to unknowingly reflect upon the same figure. He began to consider the fact that Lawrence must have been important to him; he must have been a large part of his life, and if his role wasn’t large, then his significance must have been. 

But in the present, it was Belle who had become important to him, a reality that he’d have to process once his medical condition had stabilized, once he’d been extended the treatment that would preserve the life force that pounded in the center of his chest. Adam could hear the sound of Belle’s voice, but he couldn’t quite make out her words. It sounded like mumbo-jumbo behind the ringing that had started behind his ears– or was the response happening inside of them? Adam couldn’t comprehend what Belle was saying to him with the bustling of tubes and human feet around him, as the mask screamed fresh oxygen into his lungs, as he began to feel himself grow fatigued from the dope that began to course through his veins. But he could feel himself squeeze her hand, without knowing that he was confirming a response to her questions. In the midst of the hustle and bustle, Adam heard the word t - s h i r t, and he came to recognize it as part of Belle’s humor: a quality to the female that he’d been first introduced to minutes prior. And in that moment, Adam laughed softly, an acknowledgement that he’d heard what she’d said. And if she’d been able to comprehend the word that escaped his constrained lips, she’d hear identify it as ‘purple.’ The t-shirt had to be purple, as he’d proposed prior to their entry into the vehicle. and if he were to hypothetically buy her a t-shirt, Adam remembered that it’d have to be yellow. the happiest color. but more importantly, Belle’s favorite one. 

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Belle smiles softly, tears falling from her eyes as the medical staff rolled him into the ER. She wanted to just push past all the personnel and stay with Adam, but she knew she’s doing more hurt than harm and she had already pushed her luck riding with him to the hospital in the first place. Then she remembered her promise and with a heavy heart, she left the hospital.

But when Adam would wake up, Belle would be right there waiting with a purple t-shirt asleep in the chair next to his bed. A bullet wound they told her...Belle couldn’t just go home and carry on with her life, she had to make sure he was okay. She knew not knowing if he would be okay would kill her and she’d regret not going back to check up on him. So when his eyes fluttered open, her heart skipped a beat. “Adam? Adam can you hear me?” She asked very quietly, hoping not to frighten him.

[ofquondam]

‘  if you see something wrong happening in the world, you can either do nothing, or you can do something. ’ (Belle and Christine?)

Christine nodded before taking a sip of her tea. “But I think, there’s only so much one can do. You don’t want to jeopardise yourself because you tried to help.” She sighed softly. 

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Belle couldn’t help but see the other young woman’s point. Whenever she tried to help in her hometown people usually viable her odd looks or harsh comments. “Well...maybe you could calculate your efforts. By really thinking of the situation and the person, maybe you could think of how you could help, and to what extent.” She offered as a medium. “If a situation or person is important enough, there’s always a reason to fight for it.” She said and somehow, her own advice struck something with her, like she had gained that wisdom from a past experience. But she shaked it off, it couldn’t possible retain to her...right?