❝ I know, Belle. ❞ He grumbled, a cloth being held to his face to stop both the swelling and the bleeding. He hadn’t intended to run his bike into that car –– though in reality it was a stupid idea to try and make that red light. Nothing was broken, just a nasty scraped face that he wasn’t looking forward to showing his fathers yet. He didn’t hesitate to call his friend first, and see if she could take him home. Of course she decided the hospital was best.
❝ Well I’m not dead so can we just go home? I hate hospitals. ❞
“Okay, but if your face falls off, it’s not my fault. You look like hamburger,” she looks away from his bloody face, chewing her lip and trying to keep the tone light so she doesn’t freeze up, “Actually that makes me hungry. Come on daredevil, home we go.”
“I-” Bell narrowed her eyes at Lucy, “Noooooo… no you DIDN’T! I haven’t gotten the balance figured out yet! It kept corkscrewing anytime I got above 10 feet!” she turned to the other girl, practically vibrating, “Tell me you didn’t! Hooooooooow?! You gotta shooooow meeeeeeeee.”
She grabbed Lucy’s shoulder and steered her to get on the bike, swinging onto it herself, “Come on, come on come on! I gotta see it too!”
Digging her heels in, the teenager is laughing anyway, resisting getting on Bell’s bike. “My place is next door, you don’t need to worry about that,” she explains through laughter, pointing to what looks like a storage warehouse more than within walking distance.
“It’s inside.” Thank god for the large doors she could use to get in and out while on the bike.
Bell looked between Lucy and the bike, “Well fine then! But it’s not nearly as fun to walk.”
She pouted a bit, having been looking forward to showing off her bike first, but the excitement of seeing this hover bike negated a lot of that. Not wanting to leave her bike out in the open for what now was seeming to turn into more of a thing than the smash and grab that had been the original plan for the day, Bell wheeled her bike around. Planning to park it in Lucy’s garage.
Bell pouted, she’d really been hoping to make him squirm or embarrassed rather than laugh. Still, it was something.
Though the question did give her a chance to bring it back around to her seemingly non sequitur she’d started with, “Oh yeah, a day per tentacle. So, seven,” she bit her lip and raised a brow, “All total.”
“Seven days?” Now he sounds impressed. “Must’ve been some work, huh.” Both in size and design, from the sound of it. “Haven’t gotten one that size myself.”
Yet, at least, whether that would change in the future or not Ulric would have to find out when the time came.
“Oh. My. God.” Bell groaned in frustration slapping her own cheeks, “I don’t know where to even go with this anymore.”
The blue woman, sagged in defeat, “Yeah, yeah… it’s the biggest tattoo I’ve ever got and it hurt like a bitch, but I figured it’d all be worth it in the end,” she glared sullenly at the man who was endlessly thwarting her fun, “But some people are impossible.”
The bullies had no desire to face off with the woman they’d regularly seen doing the routines Haylee did. They backed off, but not without parting shots, “Well I guess now we know why she looks like that. I should have known a real woman wouldn’t have those arms,” they dismissed at Haylee, “The freaks all grouping together.”
The other woman thrust her chin up, “Don’t even think about ever coming in here again you sick fucks! I’m reporting you right now. Management will ban your ass!” as they left, Belle could still hear their voices as they called her a guy as they complained to each other.
Sobbing into her knees, she bit into her finger hard, rocking in place. She needed to dress, needed to move. But she couldn’t. She wanted to scream, but she forced it inside. Even breathing was hard enough. Too much. It was all too much.
Despite what it was the group of females were saying, Haylee didn’t budge, nor did she even bother replying to what was being said. There was not a chance in hell she would even entertain them with some kind of comeback, knowing that doing such a thing would only cause more harm than good. After all, she had tried talking so many times to get out of whatever discipline was coming to her, tried to talk her way out whatever fresh torture would come her way whenever she had done something wrong. It could have been the smallest thing, quite honestly… though even to this day, she couldn’t even stand the sight of marbled cake without feeling a rush of something akin to panic.
Sighing softly, she could hear the choked noises from behind her that had some of that hardened outer shell she wore softening, reaching immediately for the towel that had been discarded before she stepped forward and gently covered the girl’s shoulders.. she had seen the way Belle had dressed, saw the way that she held herself until this point…
“They’re ignorant,” Haylee spoke quietly, hoping that with the towel covering her and Haylee’s body providing a sort of block from the outside world it would allow Belle to calm down further.
Belle accepted the towel gratefully and wrapped it around herself. She was beyond thankful that the woman who’d stepped in hadn’t tried to touch her. Normally she could put up with it, but not as near breaking as she was now. Making a whiney noise, Belle grabbed the edge of the towel and bite into it. Her feet stamping on the tiles where she sat curled into a ball.
She hated this. Hated how she couldn’t stop it. Couldn’t make her voice connect to her mind. The way everything she felt was just too much. Her mind sparking into static and silence that defied description. Chewing on the towel and digging her fingers into her thighs to the point that she left behind the marks of her own nails, Belle finally found her voice again.
Sniffling and wiping her nose roughly with the back of her hand, her eyes wandered over Haylee’s feet and arms, anywhere but her face, “Thanks.”
Bell scoffed, “I thought I was more famous than that. The blue normally gives me away,” she preened and posed, “Megamind, incredibly gorgeous criminal genius and mistress of all villainy.”
Offering a hand to the fallen woman, the villain added, “And fuck yeah. If you’re going to pose dramatically on roof tops over the captured damsel and do battle with the city’s defender you need two things: a good evil laugh and know how to roll with a hit and fall.”
Golden eyes blink about the, in her opinion, pretty sorry excuses for trees, before looking back at the uh….mistress of all villainy. Can’t help but quirk a brow at that. “I’m….not from around here, so..” she shrugs. That’s a reasonable excuse she thinks. And not actually all that much of a lie either~!
She finds herself squinting at the girl again uncertainly and then down at the offered hand. “I see…Is this some ploy then? I can’t say I’d make a fantastic damsel, just so you know,” Xhuuya takes the hand regardless, hauling herself up with a few cracks and a groan. “Ah nope,” she slouches slightly after failing at her attempt to straighten her back.
Bell huffed and put her hands on her hips, though the pose looked very silly while kneeling, “Oh puh-lease. You’re all beat up. That’d be silly. Besides I only kidnap Roxanne… or Richard… or whatever they are today,” she fluttered a hand dismissively, the oddness of gender that seemed to follow her timeline never seemed to bother the blue villainess, “You’d make a horrible substitute and besides my next great battle isn’t until next week and it’s gonna be out near the lake where lot of people can cheer and boo, not in the woods. What’s the point of that?”
“Also that sounds like it really hurts,” Bell cringed, “Are you sure you’re not broken?”
Bell sat back on her heels and pretended to twirl the drawn on mustache and waggled her brows, “Why my dear, the better to laugh maniacally to. Mwahahaha~”
“But daaaaamn, that looked painful. When I fall from great heights I usually try and plan on being a wee bit closer to the city,” she tapped her chin, “It’s kinda a son of a bitch to get a ambulance out here,” she gestured to the deer path, barely large enough for a buggy.
She stares at the girl, squinting up at her as if trying to see and decided how sane this one might be, but blinks and shakes her minutely before trying to push herself up off the ground.
“Do you make a habit of planning on dropping from great heights?” she grunts out, at least managing to roll herself over onto her back and sighing out a breath. “Because I certainly do not.”
Bell scoffed, “I thought I was more famous than that. The blue normally gives me away,” she preened and posed, “Megamind, incredibly gorgeous criminal genius and mistress of all villainy.”
Offering a hand to the fallen woman, the villain added, “And fuck yeah. If you’re going to pose dramatically on roof tops over the captured damsel and do battle with the city’s defender you need two things: a good evil laugh and know how to roll with a hit and fall.”
Should Bell have pulled from Lyn’s grasp at all, she would have immediately released her… though as it were, the feline girl merely scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Ya don’t have to trust me at all, girlie,” She informed her, releasing her grip on her as she spoke. She didn’t care if Bell took her offered help or not, she wasn’t about to stick around long enough to be anywhere near this place by the time the cops got there. She had heard the sirens before Bell did, her urgency in the actions to get away fueled by the subtle sounds her ears could pick up before most others.
“Yeah yeah that’s what I thought,” Lyn mused, smirking just a touch before letting the sound of her chuckle die down, looking over at the girl with a raise of her brow. “Tha more you threaten me, girlie, the less inclined I am ta help you. Now, unless ya wanna be handed right over to the boys in blue, I suggest you get that stick outta your ass before you really piss me off,” she was already skating on thin ice. Lyn was honestly growing very tired of the tough chick act, and wasn’t likely to even think twice before she showed just how bad of an idea it was to piss her off.
“I don’t have a stick up my ASS!” Bell stomped her foot, “I checked this morning!” her cheeks immediately flamed lavender as the words left her mouth. What the fuck had she just said? Why? Why would that come out of her mouth? ARGH!
Making a horrible high pitched sound of frustration, the blue teen stamped her booted feet in a circle, arms flapping, “You! You! You have a tail! And I wasn’t threatening you but you’re very aggressive and that makes me VERY uncomfortable and I don’t want to see my dad today!”
Getting it all out of her system, Bell took off sprinting. She shouted over her shoulder, “And you’re not helping! We are escaping!”
Bell had no choice but to slow clap. The blue woman had been on her way back from visiting the Scott Manor. She always took the long deer trail through the pine forests that bordered Metro City and allowed the rich gated community of the ‘Lord and Lady’ lived in the be utterly secluded. Normally Bell’s walk home was nothing but peaceful nature and the loud music streaming through her headphones.
Walking towards the fallen woman, Bell pulled out her headphones and crouched, “You alive? If so groan painfully.”
Having just spent the last four hours with her secret girlfriend, Belle was quite a sight. Besides generally being disheveled in her tight leather pants and skull tank top, her face was covered in sharpie. The drawn on villain mustache at odds with her glittery gold eyeliner and deep purple lipstick.
Having already groaned painfully earlier, Xhuuya instead sighs in exasperation. Though granted the sigh came out a little strained, still winded from the fall. Her head turns enough to look at the girl, cheek resting against the ground, fully intending to shoot a glare up at her, but stops to take in her appearance. A brow quirks up slightly.
“What happened to your face?” she tries to laugh. It comes out rasping and she coughs.
Bell sat back on her heels and pretended to twirl the drawn on mustache and waggled her brows, “Why my dear, the better to laugh maniacally to. Mwahahaha~”
“But daaaaamn, that looked painful. When I fall from great heights I usually try and plan on being a wee bit closer to the city,” she tapped her chin, “It’s kinda a son of a bitch to get a ambulance out here,” she gestured to the deer path, barely large enough for a buggy.
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