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sixthiterationlogs2017-10-28 04:10 pm
cleptes) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-10-28 04:10 pm
There's No Place Like Home | Open to All
WHO: Bela Talbot
WHERE: Fountain, Village, The Inn, Claimed house
WHEN: October 28th
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: None so far, but will update if necessary
NOTE: Link to her bio if you're interested!
[Arrival: Early October 28th ]
You know nothing about me.
Bela ended the call, tossing her phone onto the passenger seat. Dean wasn't going to find her, not if she kept driving, speeding down the road as if her life depended upon in - which it did. She had the Colt in her possession and that's all she needed. The next step would be trading it to the bloody demons and then her ordeal would be over, she would be free from the deal hanging over her head; it had weighed upon her for almost ten years, a burden that almost came close to breaking Bela.
She did not allow herself to become broken though. That already happened, and she didn't want to go through it again. Glancing at the time she yawned, feeling tired. Just a few more miles until a motel. Not the most ideal of places (nor conditions) but she didn't have much of a choice.
Around ten minutes later is pulling into the driveway of the hotel, getting out of the car and taking her belongings with her. She pays the clerk up front. One room. One night. Bela takes the key from him and makes her way to the room, letting herself in. She puts down her things before lying back on the bed, still fully dressed. Her eyes grow heavy as she drifts off, falling sound asleep.
When Bela comes to she finds herself...underwater? A moment of panic seizes her before she feels a slight push, prompting her to swim towards the surface and get out of whatever this was. A pool? Bela didn't know. She is relieved once she breaks the surface, breathing in deep as she looks around, trying to see where she was. It soon becomes apparent to Bela that she was in a fountain.
The hell?
She wastes no time in getting out of the fountain, swinging her legs over the side and stands up, looking around to see if there was any indication of where she was. It's unfamiliar and Bela doesn't like that. She also doesn't like being wet.
It's then that Bela realises there's something strapped to her back. Odd. She shrugs the backpack off her shoulders, placing it down on the ground and takes a step away from it. The flame insignia catches her eye but it means nothing to her. With her gaze still on the bag she begins to wring water out of her hair, wishing that she had something to tie it up with. Nothing seems to happen. The bag doesn't explode.
Bela takes a step forward, crouching down to open the bag. Searching through it she finds spare clothes but nothing to tell her where she was. Bela pulls out the long johns, wrinkling her nose at them. Not to her taste at all but she was wet and needed something else to wear. She also grabs a pair of socks, quickly finding a secluded spot in the surrounding area to change her clothes.
Now to find out where the hell she was. And how to get out of here.
[Village: Mid-morning October 28th]
After some wandering Bela stumbles upon the village. Finally. Some signs of civilization. Hopefully it wasn't too in the dark ages and had some access to the internet. Even a phone would do. She didn't have a mode of transport nor her cell phone so it was crucial for her to find a way back to where she needed to be.
Of course there was the question of how she got to be here in the first place. Who had her belongings? Was this some kind of sick prank? The Winchesters wouldn't do something like to her, surely? Actually, make that several questions.
She walks through the village and looks around with a careful and cautious air. She makes a note of anything important. Landmarks. Escape routes. Places to hide. There were houses around - old ones - maybe turn of the century if she was right. Bela doesn't move towards any of them though, remaining on the main street of the village for the time being. She's looking for a point of information, somewhere central. Not a police station. Bela wants to remain under the radar as much as possible.
Frustration soon begins to gnaw at her when she doesn't see any indication of a tourist office. Just rows of old houses. This wasn't good. There had to be something. Someone who could help her, much as it pained Bela to admit to that.
At least she wasn't admitting it out loud.
[Inn: Afternoon, October 28th]
Bela is hungry.
Except she doesn't have any money. Which only made things difficult. Sure, she could always steal some food, like a piece of bread but she needed to find a food source first. The inn was a building she had passed yesterday afternoon so it seemed like a sensible place to go to in search of something to eat.
Bela pushes the door of the inn open, now wearing the coat that provided to her. Underneath that is the long johns and a fresh pair of socks tucked into her hiking boots. Ugh. She really wants some better clothes. They scratched her skin and they were very unflattering, much like the scrubs. Whomever was in charge must have missed the memo about having a sense of style when it came to dishing out clothes to their 'guests'.
She makes her way to where she believes she has to order the food, leaning against the counter. Bela drums her fingers on the surface while she waits, sucking in a breath to push away her steadily growing impatience.
"Oh, come on." She grumbles, after about five minutes. "How do I get some bloody service around here?!"
Looks like her patience has grown thin.
[House #33, Evening of October 28th]
It was almost the end of the day and Bela was no closer to finding a way out. She was grateful at least to get some food in her but it wasn't like anything she was used to eating back home. Bela realised that needed somewhere to sleep. The inn was an option but Bela wasn’t up to engaging with many people tonight. Especially people that she didn't know nor trusted.
In her travels she comes across an empty-looking house - old looking, like the rest of them. It was blue and grey, nothing too blinding to her eyes. Bela walks up the steps and reaches for the door knob, turning it and finding it unlocked. Good. It didn't seem like she would need to break in. She pushes the door open and steps inside, closing it behind her.
Bela is not impressed.
There was some furniture but it was also dank and dusty, as if someone hadn't cleaned in a while. She looks around for a light switch, finding none to speak of. The further she moves into the house, the less impressed Bela becomes. This was awful. How was she meant to live like this, even for a night?
Bela pulls the coat tight around herself, feeling a chill. There probably wasn't a proper heating system in place. She was going to freeze if she didn’t find a solution. A fire would do, right? She could try that.
Or she could go back to the inn.
She heads out of the house and walks down the stairs, pausing at the bottom of them. After a moment or two, Bela sits down and places her head in her hands, letting out a deep sigh. God how she wished this was a dream and that she was going to wake up soon. It had been a long, confusing day and she hated feeling so lost.
Bela just needed a quick breather. Then she'd be on her feet again.
WHERE: Fountain, Village, The Inn, Claimed house
WHEN: October 28th
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: None so far, but will update if necessary
NOTE: Link to her bio if you're interested!
[Arrival: Early October 28th ]
You know nothing about me.
Bela ended the call, tossing her phone onto the passenger seat. Dean wasn't going to find her, not if she kept driving, speeding down the road as if her life depended upon in - which it did. She had the Colt in her possession and that's all she needed. The next step would be trading it to the bloody demons and then her ordeal would be over, she would be free from the deal hanging over her head; it had weighed upon her for almost ten years, a burden that almost came close to breaking Bela.
She did not allow herself to become broken though. That already happened, and she didn't want to go through it again. Glancing at the time she yawned, feeling tired. Just a few more miles until a motel. Not the most ideal of places (nor conditions) but she didn't have much of a choice.
Around ten minutes later is pulling into the driveway of the hotel, getting out of the car and taking her belongings with her. She pays the clerk up front. One room. One night. Bela takes the key from him and makes her way to the room, letting herself in. She puts down her things before lying back on the bed, still fully dressed. Her eyes grow heavy as she drifts off, falling sound asleep.
When Bela comes to she finds herself...underwater? A moment of panic seizes her before she feels a slight push, prompting her to swim towards the surface and get out of whatever this was. A pool? Bela didn't know. She is relieved once she breaks the surface, breathing in deep as she looks around, trying to see where she was. It soon becomes apparent to Bela that she was in a fountain.
The hell?
She wastes no time in getting out of the fountain, swinging her legs over the side and stands up, looking around to see if there was any indication of where she was. It's unfamiliar and Bela doesn't like that. She also doesn't like being wet.
It's then that Bela realises there's something strapped to her back. Odd. She shrugs the backpack off her shoulders, placing it down on the ground and takes a step away from it. The flame insignia catches her eye but it means nothing to her. With her gaze still on the bag she begins to wring water out of her hair, wishing that she had something to tie it up with. Nothing seems to happen. The bag doesn't explode.
Bela takes a step forward, crouching down to open the bag. Searching through it she finds spare clothes but nothing to tell her where she was. Bela pulls out the long johns, wrinkling her nose at them. Not to her taste at all but she was wet and needed something else to wear. She also grabs a pair of socks, quickly finding a secluded spot in the surrounding area to change her clothes.
Now to find out where the hell she was. And how to get out of here.
[Village: Mid-morning October 28th]
After some wandering Bela stumbles upon the village. Finally. Some signs of civilization. Hopefully it wasn't too in the dark ages and had some access to the internet. Even a phone would do. She didn't have a mode of transport nor her cell phone so it was crucial for her to find a way back to where she needed to be.
Of course there was the question of how she got to be here in the first place. Who had her belongings? Was this some kind of sick prank? The Winchesters wouldn't do something like to her, surely? Actually, make that several questions.
She walks through the village and looks around with a careful and cautious air. She makes a note of anything important. Landmarks. Escape routes. Places to hide. There were houses around - old ones - maybe turn of the century if she was right. Bela doesn't move towards any of them though, remaining on the main street of the village for the time being. She's looking for a point of information, somewhere central. Not a police station. Bela wants to remain under the radar as much as possible.
Frustration soon begins to gnaw at her when she doesn't see any indication of a tourist office. Just rows of old houses. This wasn't good. There had to be something. Someone who could help her, much as it pained Bela to admit to that.
At least she wasn't admitting it out loud.
[Inn: Afternoon, October 28th]
Bela is hungry.
Except she doesn't have any money. Which only made things difficult. Sure, she could always steal some food, like a piece of bread but she needed to find a food source first. The inn was a building she had passed yesterday afternoon so it seemed like a sensible place to go to in search of something to eat.
Bela pushes the door of the inn open, now wearing the coat that provided to her. Underneath that is the long johns and a fresh pair of socks tucked into her hiking boots. Ugh. She really wants some better clothes. They scratched her skin and they were very unflattering, much like the scrubs. Whomever was in charge must have missed the memo about having a sense of style when it came to dishing out clothes to their 'guests'.
She makes her way to where she believes she has to order the food, leaning against the counter. Bela drums her fingers on the surface while she waits, sucking in a breath to push away her steadily growing impatience.
"Oh, come on." She grumbles, after about five minutes. "How do I get some bloody service around here?!"
Looks like her patience has grown thin.
[House #33, Evening of October 28th]
It was almost the end of the day and Bela was no closer to finding a way out. She was grateful at least to get some food in her but it wasn't like anything she was used to eating back home. Bela realised that needed somewhere to sleep. The inn was an option but Bela wasn’t up to engaging with many people tonight. Especially people that she didn't know nor trusted.
In her travels she comes across an empty-looking house - old looking, like the rest of them. It was blue and grey, nothing too blinding to her eyes. Bela walks up the steps and reaches for the door knob, turning it and finding it unlocked. Good. It didn't seem like she would need to break in. She pushes the door open and steps inside, closing it behind her.
Bela is not impressed.
There was some furniture but it was also dank and dusty, as if someone hadn't cleaned in a while. She looks around for a light switch, finding none to speak of. The further she moves into the house, the less impressed Bela becomes. This was awful. How was she meant to live like this, even for a night?
Bela pulls the coat tight around herself, feeling a chill. There probably wasn't a proper heating system in place. She was going to freeze if she didn’t find a solution. A fire would do, right? She could try that.
Or she could go back to the inn.
She heads out of the house and walks down the stairs, pausing at the bottom of them. After a moment or two, Bela sits down and places her head in her hands, letting out a deep sigh. God how she wished this was a dream and that she was going to wake up soon. It had been a long, confusing day and she hated feeling so lost.
Bela just needed a quick breather. Then she'd be on her feet again.