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Post by belle marie christianson on Aug 16, 2011 14:48:05 GMT -5
 belle never really went to the arcade when she lived in cali, it was mostly the mall for the blonde. the mall, the starbucks and well sometimes she went to the bowling alley, but only sat and watched people play. mostly the cities druggies went to the bowling alley all the time. then again that all could changed while she was 'away,' or so people have been referring it to lately. even though her picture when she was first kidnapped was all over the news. so the arcade seemed like a good choose, cause there was no reminders and she could just have fun.
when she followed nico to the machine she wasn't sure how to play. it looked complicated, then again a lot of things looked complicated to this girl. she wasn't completely slow, and she could figure things out on her own. videogames just weren't her specialtiy, but she did pick the place. "sure," she said, grabbing the gun and sighing as it started. she had a feeling she was going to lose, and well she'd just have to deal with it. she had a feeling she was going to freeze, not having touched a gun but one time. and that time wasn't something she wanted to think about, as the undead began to come at her, or well not at her but whatever. she pulled the trigger, still feeling anxious she just put the gun down. "i just can't," she said with a soft smile,"sorry."
words: two hundred and fifty five.
outfit: here
tags: wolf with nico
notes: loser
credit: banner by LIVE, LAUGH, GLEE at CAUTION 2.0
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Post by rixon nicola daniels on Aug 29, 2011 4:43:06 GMT -5
Nico was fully concentrated on the game as he blew the heads off zombies. Navi’s voice in his ear told him how the enemies were moving, so he could picture how the game looked. He effortlessly killed several zombies, but noticed Belle’s shots were nowhere near anything moving. At first, he thought she just really sucked at this game, but then he heard the gun click into its cheap plastic holster. “What’s wrong?” He asked, turning his head towards Belle, but still shooting the undead with pin point accuracy.
“Is it the game?” Nico asked, already knowing the answer. “Here.” He turned the gun towards himself and pulled the trigger while the zombies on screen mauled him to death. “Not a problem.” Slipping the gun into its own protective holster, he reached back and pulled the drive out from the back of the machine. “Come on. You can choose the next one. Maybe one less… traumatic?” He said, leaning against the wall. Belle WORD COUNT: 175ish NOTES: You love me and you know it |
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Post by belle marie christianson on Sept 2, 2011 9:44:46 GMT -5
well she ain't no cinderella, [/size] ( SHE'D TRY ANYTHING ONCE)- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] belle just couldn't do it, even if they were zombies and just a game. she just couldn't. it had been a long time since she even picked up a gun, and this was only a fake one. yet the memories and the blood, they all came to her as she stared at that screen the gun in her hand. she just couldn't, and she wouldn't. cause that night caused her a lot of pain, yes she had a good reason for it. but still. god didn't like that...murder..it was a sin. and she sinned a lot. and here she was sinning again. how? she didn't know but she was sure her parents would call in a priest to have her soul replenished if they could.
"it's just...a long story," she said but nodding when he asked if it was the game. "kind of?" belle honestly didn't know what to say. it was the game..but it wasn't? so she wasn't gonna say a thing, cause she'd have to start back to being kidnapped and she didn't really like thinking about that. or what happened to her during that time. she looked at nico and she really had no clue what the games were. but she looked around, avoiding all with a gun until she found one she happened to be very familiar with. dance dance revolution. oh did belle know how to play this game. she gave nico a pleading look before back to the game. "lets play?" - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
when she's getting undressed , [/size] (CAUSE ANYTHING GOES )[/center] words: two hundred and sixty threeoutfit: heretags: wolf with niconotes: psshhh lies and slander<3music: shaking hands by nickelbackcredit: gabs of a different color; @ caution 2.0 don't steal or she'll hurt you c: [/font][/left] |
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