it didn't take long for the boredom to set in and the animals to turn on each other. the lack of work going in this Brothel over the month of Feburary and the sitting around made everybody tense. they turned on Bella.
it was bound to happen. she's an easy target. she can get on your tits. mostly her moping around and then telling you all about her life. her life that seemed more and more imaginary. Bella's Twilight obsession slowly became more apparent. the dead giveaway was admitting she believes she's a vampire
Bella was saving cash to change her name. i took a peek at the papers. her new middle name would be 'Isabella' a vast imporovement over her original (and career appropriate) surname of 'Hoare'
she is nice. she desperately wants to fit in. unfortunately her way of doing it is by wearing her heart on her sleeve. no one like her taste in clothing, especially her poorly hemmed sleeves so no one wants to see the heart bleeding on the end of it. she'd tell you things about herself you never asked and by the end of the sentence you had no interest in knowing. she doesn't have any friends. she should feel safe to make some here amongst fags and tranny whores. but she's so desperate to make some here, it will never happen. on her way out one night she said to Christoph the receptionist, a very mothering greek man, with a seriousness that alarmed him "i wish you were my dad."
after seeing my sketchbook she brought in her own one day. she conveniently left it on the kitchen table for an entire day. i pawed through it. she's quite an amazing artist. her cartoon realism is fucking spot on. unfortunately she draws the same thing over and over again: herself in her fantasy vampire life
the rest of the kids tore into her. but after seeing this i could no longer be mean to her at all. Miss Vic noticed i talked about her in a different way to the others. i may have been laughing at the bat-shit craziness that comes out of her mouth, but there was concern. "help the others to be nice... or at least not talk so loudly. she doesn't have the easiest life," she said "you will meet a lot of sad people in this industry"
it was bound to happen. she's an easy target. she can get on your tits. mostly her moping around and then telling you all about her life. her life that seemed more and more imaginary. Bella's Twilight obsession slowly became more apparent. the dead giveaway was admitting she believes she's a vampire
Bella was saving cash to change her name. i took a peek at the papers. her new middle name would be 'Isabella' a vast imporovement over her original (and career appropriate) surname of 'Hoare'
she is nice. she desperately wants to fit in. unfortunately her way of doing it is by wearing her heart on her sleeve. no one like her taste in clothing, especially her poorly hemmed sleeves so no one wants to see the heart bleeding on the end of it. she'd tell you things about herself you never asked and by the end of the sentence you had no interest in knowing. she doesn't have any friends. she should feel safe to make some here amongst fags and tranny whores. but she's so desperate to make some here, it will never happen. on her way out one night she said to Christoph the receptionist, a very mothering greek man, with a seriousness that alarmed him "i wish you were my dad."
after seeing my sketchbook she brought in her own one day. she conveniently left it on the kitchen table for an entire day. i pawed through it. she's quite an amazing artist. her cartoon realism is fucking spot on. unfortunately she draws the same thing over and over again: herself in her fantasy vampire life
Bella and her sketchbook
Bella's wedding day
Bella and Ken(?) under attack
close to death, Bella is taken home to the Clan
Bella recovers from the attack
Bella is taken captive and raped. not sure where this fit in with the story or even if it is part of the fiction or her reality
the rest of the kids tore into her. but after seeing this i could no longer be mean to her at all. Miss Vic noticed i talked about her in a different way to the others. i may have been laughing at the bat-shit craziness that comes out of her mouth, but there was concern. "help the others to be nice... or at least not talk so loudly. she doesn't have the easiest life," she said "you will meet a lot of sad people in this industry"
this is the 12minute recording into a friends' phone when Bella was desperate to explain herself to the other whores so they could listen and understand her. this is pretty fucked up
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