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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.
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"I can weave with fibers. It makes ropes or..." She looked down at her island dress. "Clothes. I've learned a lot about the plants here and collecting roots. I have Itiiti help because it's faster. I built a boat with some others but when I sailed away from this place... it didn't go anywhere." It was very hard for Moana to explain to those who didn't feel the call of the ocean as deeply as she did.
"I can cook and clean. I try and help out at the midday meal." She paused, trying to think of everything she knew how to do. It was a lot and Moana usually found herself lending a hand when it seemed like there was a hole in the chores.
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"There seems to be no end to your skills, Moana." Bela said with a smile, her tone one of praise. If she was going to attempt a friendship with Moana, a compliment or two sent her way wouldn't go amiss. "If you have time, perhaps you could show me how to do some of these? The basics, I mean. Since I'll be a beginner."
While she awaited on a reply Bela wracked her brain to see if there were any useful skills she could teach Moana in return. That weren't used for illegal activity. She isn't sure if Moana would be interested in learning how to pick a lock or scope a building out to see where the best entry points for a break-in would be.
Probably not.
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"I'd be happy to teach you. On my island, I had to learn all of the roles of the village in order to help the other villagers. I want to do that here too." Which was Moana's way of saying that Bela was free to ask her anything. She was happy to have the chance to teach others what she knew. "Is there anything you want to learn first?"
She didn't expect anything from Bela in return though if Bela wanted to teach her something she'd eagerly listen. Moana loved learning new things.
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"Cooking, I suppose. I have some experience with that, but obviously the technology I used back home is so different from what we have here." Preparing food would be a lot more time consuming in this place, and a lot messier. If she could avoid hunting and everything that came along with it, Bela would be happy.
"Also, I'll need to learn how to mend my clothes since they seem to be in limited supply here. I'm a fast learner."
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Moana nodded her head in a brisk motion. "I can help with that. I made some needles from fish bones and I think I still have a few around. They are prone to breaking so I can teach you how to make them too." She has been using the thread from socks but she didn't expect for Bela to want to do that. They'd have to find something else to use as thread.
"Cooking is a little easier. There is always wood to burn here and at lunch a bunch of people come and help out. Everyone is willing to teach." At least as far as Moana has found. "I usually wrap fish in wet leaves to cook. It keeps the fish from burning and I can set it right next to the fire. When the leaves turn black it's done." It was a quick and lazy way to cook over an open flame.
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She popped a few of the berries into her mouth and ate them, using that time to think about what other important questions to ask of Moana. Her knowledge and her skills have proved to be invaluable to Bela thus far so more information seeking couldn’t be a bad thing.
"Am I right in assuming that someone around here keeps a list of what supplies we have? Supplies other than food as well." Someone must have had enough sense to put together something to have a record of what the village had. Especially when the winter months were coming and it would be more difficult to hunt and gather food.
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Everyone did their part.
"Mark also has maps. I think and a few other things. They've both been here longer than me." Though Moana has been in the village for almost a year now that they were heading back into winter.
Her head tilted to the side as she leaned against the counter. It felt as if she was forgetting something but Moana couldn't remember what that something was. "There is a bulletin board with some notes on it. It talks about some of the strange things that has happened here and has a list of how long people have been here." It only included those who have written their names and arrival days down on the board. There was no easy way to measure time in the village and not everyone contributed information.
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"A bulletin board? I didn't notice anything like that when I arrived." Another thing she is going to have to see for herself. "I would like to read it sometime so if you could point me in the right direction, I'd appreciate it very much, Moana."
The board may not give Bela all of the answers she was looking for but it would still prove to be useful in some regard.
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It had a few of the odd weather events, the time that the sun hadn't set for a week as well as the incident with lighting. Thinking back that far made Moana shiver. She would be perfectly happy to never see lightning again. The scar wasn't there any more, not since she had returned to her island but she couldn't shake the memory.
"I think that's everything. Anything else?"
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It's enough information to keep her satisfied until something else came along. There were other people that Bela could bombard with questions and Moana probably had other things to attend to.
"You've done a lot for me so far. I appreciate the kindness you've shown." Bela might be a bit heartless on occasion but she couldn't be like that right now.
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"I'll leave you to look around."
She figured that Bela would rather have time to look around and check things out before more questions came up.