out of the frying pan, into the fire

[bravebargain]

Who| Belle and you!!
What| Our newest Disney princess is trying to adjust to her new surroundings.
Where| here and there. D6 suites | around the capitol (shopping district & coffee shop)
When| backdated to 7/31
Warnings/Notes| none!



[Distric 6 suites]

Once again Belle found herself from a situation where she was being held as a prisoner in a wondrous, enchanted world. There were doors that opened automatically when you approached, strange looking pipes that could transport you to other floor, small switches on the wall that could turn the light on and off. What else can you call those things but sorcery? However, this time she was demanded to do more than just dine with her captors. Just the idea of what she was asked-- no, told to do was crushing and distracting enough for her not to pay much attention to all wonders around her. She locked the door right after reaching her chambers and went to bed, crying silent tears as she didn't want anyone possible near her to find about her misery (and from what Belle understood, there was always someone near and watching) until she fell asleep.

By the morning Belle was already feeling much better. Sure, her situation hadn't improved a bit, but she also knew from experience that she couldn't just spent her entire time while hiding and sulking in her room. Besides, her curiosity towards the Capitol had awoken within her. So, without bothering to look at the new clothes her 'stylist' had provided her, Belle carefully left her room.

At first she was surprised how... clean and spacious the lounge was with its white walls and few odd looking decorations on tables. Second thing that caught her eye was the large mirror-looking thing placed on the wall. What made it especially strange to her was that its surface was all black, barely reflecting anything at all.

What a strange object, she thought to herself and cracked a small smile as she turned away to examine the rest of the room.

[The streets of the Capitol]

There was no end to her astonishment or for her curiosity as she walked down the very lively streets of Capitol. Everything she had seen in the Tribute Tower just moments ago seemed so plain and calm compared to the colorful and overly flamboyant designs of the shopping districts. Even the people looked stranger than she could have ever imagined, with their weird clothes and bright colored skins and hairs. Even Belle, who was refined lady, found it hard not to stop to take a
second look at some things she passed. Now she truly felt like she was in another world.

She, herself, earned a few odd looks and whispers from the locals for still wearing her red dress, which she had arrived with. But right now Belle couldn't really care a less about what these people thought of her as she moved gracefully among the crowd.

After spending a hour or two while walking around the streets without a real goal on her mind, Belle decided to take a break and visit a small coffee shop near her. She was, after all, french and true friend to all kinds of coffees.

Comments

[carnagecarnival]

It's late by the time he's done greeting the returned arrivals, finishing ceremony and getting back into a garb unmarked by paint and glitter; his stylists having once again decided on something deemed both suitably princely and feral. In all his good mood, he'd almost thought to go to Mituna, ready to press the button for the floor of district two. And then stopping.

Which is why, although he's been mostly Mirth carried all day, he reverts in just that small section of time to his default scowl, fangs hanging over. He falls back against the elevator wall, hunching down to make up for his towering height and horns.

Which is naturally, when the elevator doors open up to another what he ain't seen before. He debates on it, perhaps a little too obviously. Then settles, "EVENING." So as to greet.

[bravebargain]

Belle let's out unintentional gasp of surprise when the elevator door opens. One would probably think that after living together with a monstrous Beast and living furniture she'd be used to seeing unusual looking characters around. Well, it was first time for her to meet someone who was looked so humanlike yet beastly at the same time. So, it was no surprise that she was a bit frightened by the man she sees before her.

But still, she wasn't going to let that nervousness to bother her. She gave him a small smile as she stepped inside the elevator next to him.

"Good evening."

[carnagecarnival]

Fear ain't surprising. A gasp, a shocked glance, all things what ain't new. He was well and used to it, even before his half-sweep here. He'd always been a fear figure.

What's curious is the recovery she manages. People didn't tend to go from fear to smiles. It has him giving a second glance to she.

"You're motherfucking like as to be new, ain't you?"

[bravebargain]

She raises her brow and turns her head when the strange looking man speaks again. Clearly not approving the manner she's being spoken to, especially when she's treating him with respect by not staring or making scene--- even though she's aware that kind of reaction would be considered normal by pretty much anyone else.

"Yes I am. Are you not, then?"

[carnagecarnival]

There it is. He can see it. He can pinpoint the direct moment when she's has come to the expected annoyance with his natural speech. The second most common thing to happen under immediate fear. Less fun, more aggravating.

But she's not mocking yet so he remains civil. If perhaps still scowling.

"HALF A SWEEP. A motherfucking year as all it be about the preach of human calling. UPON HEARDUCTS HIS WAS TALE SAID THERE BE SOME WHAT BEEN LONGER. A welcoming into the wicked shit then."

[bravebargain]

She blinks in a confusion but keeps the polite smile on her lips.

A lot of what he just said didn't make much sense to her. However, this time while it certainly confused her it also pinged her curiosity instead offending her. Though she still didn't appreciate hearing him using such rude words while speaking to her.

"A year?" That.. was a long time to spent in a weird like this, especially if what she heard about them being revived after each arena was true. An uneasy sting appears to her chest when she thinks about what all he must have witnessed during that year.

"I'm sorry to hear that."

[carnagecarnival]

He lifts a brow at her, and more specifically, that she feel need to apologize for his being here, like that's being something what all she has slightest say in. He's been around humans for some time now and it still surprises. He wonders if she'd still say that if she knew him.

"BETTER A MOTHERFUCKING YEAR THAN NOT GETTING HIS OWNSELF RETURNED BACKLIKE UP AT ALL. Ain't that being legit?" He gets all of a slim smirk.

Then, he takes a small step back, offering the smallest of princely bows, one arm folded in front. "THE INITIATE, FRAYSONG. What be a sister's calling?"