Bella stubbed out her cigarette in the ash tray before crawling into the motel bed. Her constant struggle to define exactly who she was certainly took a toll on her. It'd been a pretty relaxing day, though. She'd spent most of her time in the park, where she felt at peace, gathering plants. It had been a while since she'd done so as her effort had primarily been focused on fighting. Still, it was the thing she was most interested in... for the time being.
From time to time, the thought of being an acrobat still crossed her mind. Then there was still her dream of starting her very own sanctuary, but she needed money to do so. She was in no way CEO material as her other siblings were. No 'traditional' job was right for her, but she was growing desperate trying to figure out a way to make money. A few weeks ago, Rico had called her, referring her to an ad for a modeling agency that he'd found. But modeling?? Bella just couldn't see herself walking down a runway. It was no secret that she wasn't much of a girly girl, but Rico had assured that she could still be her in the modeling world. Bella sighed and pulled the covers over herself. She figured she soon had to decide whether or not to partake in the assignments for the agency. She still wasn't sure about it. One thing she was sure about was that she was going for the pro class in fighting. If modeling got in the way of that, she wouldn't hesitate to drop it.
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I apologise, I was overqualified (unknowingly having 16* instead of 15) so I'm taking myself out of the tournament. Sorry to those I've fought already. Bella pouted as she exited the gym. She's removed herself from the tournament after she'd been looking forward to it. She had Isa there rooting for her, and of course Adam who'd been a great trainer. Perhaps too great. She grinned. Perhaps she had a reason to be proud. She proved she could take a punch and she could deal it pretty well.
Now, it was time to train for the pros. Kobe, help her. Bella glanced around at the competitors as she walked into the tournament locale again. It was rather intimidating, though there was no way she would let her hard exterior crack under intimidation. She put her tough face on, but secretly wondered who in their right mind would be afraid of a petite girl. She smoothed back her hair and found a spot to train, but just as she was about to start, her phone buzzed in her pocket.
It was a text from Isa, asking if she was going to Rio. Bella literally pouted. She was so tempted to stomp around like a brat. She always looked forward to beach time in Rio, but this year it wasn't possible. Just as she typed a response, she felt a small puff of air and whispered words near her ear. She nearly jumped out of her skin, turning with her fists up, ready to defend herself. But it was just Isa. At that point, Bella didn't care about losing face. She hugged Isa tightly, happy to have someone there to support her. Sure, there was Adam, but he had to focus on his competitors. Bella beamed, glad to have a friend nearby, but just as quickly as she'd lost face, she regained it. "I'm scared," she admitted quietly, but her face didn't show it. She was in it to win it; but she was prepared to take a beating. Either way, she wasn't to be broken. Bella wiped her brow for he gazillionth time, panting with thirst. How long had it been? Hours? Days? She squinted, trying to make out the images across the desert. With a sigh, she leaned heavily against the rock, closing her eyes. Maybe just a small nap...
She tried to recall her reason for being here. At first, she hadn't even considered flocking to Johannesburg as everyone else had. Then, she began hearing great talk of mystical happenings, healings, and mystery items obtained. It was the perfect opportunity... if it were all true. Sure she was cynical, but it was worth the try. It would take a miracle to fix this... Something she hadn't even had the guts to tell anyone. Except for Isa, perhaps. Startling, she sat up, squinting in the distance again. Was it the effect of exhaustion and dehydration, or was that cactus singing? Somewhere within delirium she wondered if she'd lose herself. If healing would equal to the disintegration of her very essence. But who was she anyway? The person she'd been born or the one she was becoming? She was always a black sheep, but now it was starting to get to her, just a bit. She was... abnormal. Some would say unique, but they didn't know the half of it. Groaning in annoyance, she stood up. Was that an oasis? Her mouth was literally watering as she took a step forward. Well... hopefully getting lost would help her find herself. And a slightly new identity a that. Or perhaps, she'd leave the same way she entered. As barren as the desert itself. |
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