Belle *Confessional*

(Assured that Susan and her vomitous blue suede hasn't followed her, Belle stops to rest. Feeling chilled, she pulls her beach cover out of her beach bag and slips it on, then sits down next to the big oak tree. She squeals and lifts her left cheek and pulls out the acorn she'd sat on. She becomes melancholy as she looks at it.)

Oh, now I'm like so sad. (Reminiscing about the many times she'd watched Timothy stuff one of the nuts into his mouth to store for his evening meal…. As a big tear dribbles down her cheek, she again doesn't notice someone approaching until an enormous shadow drowns her, chilling her even more than before. She peers up at the dark figure and shudders… until another smaller, cuter figure advances from behind the larger one.)

Timmy!

(Looking especially dapper, with tiny sunglasses resting atop his head, and a silk scarf tied loosely around his neck, Timothy smiles at his perky pal.)

Timothy: Hello young Belle, yes it's me. How have you been fairing on this wretched island while I've been absent? (Seeing her bloody noggin.) Oh, not so well I see.

Timothy, where… what are you… doing with *him*?

Timothy: Oh, James and I were just talking. He has a fondness for my name it seems.

(Belle jumps to her feet, and sneers at Mr. Reilly, who crosses his arms over his expansive chest and smiles deviously at her.)

What did you do to him?

(Reilly shrugs and says he can't imagine what she's talking about. She huffs and puts her hands on her hips.)

Timothy: (Walking out from the shadows.) Belle, did you know my chum James here writes a soap opera? Apparently it's the bees knees and has all the network bigwigs doing flips in the halls. James here thinks that I could be quite the ratings grabber, and could even be the final blow to… what did you call that other show, James? Oh, oh, I remember. Days of Our Lives… which I believe is where you and your kind come from Belle? James seems to think that with ME on… what's it called? Yes, it's called PASSIONS. Delightfully scrumpy, eh? With me on Passions, and the John and Hope thing going so well, Days of Our Lives will be OFF the air in no time! And James would be creating a new show… A SPIN-OFF with me as the main player! Just brill don't you think, Belle? James says I could be then next big thing… the next ED, right Jimbo? I mean, after all, just look how quickly you took a fancy to me Belle! You're in the demo that all Madison Avenue is lusting after! Just think of it, I could be a fab STAR, make lots of money, and maybe finally get home.

(Reilly, his ruddy Irish face jiggling with glee, nods in agreement and the two walk off. Belle, speechless gives them a weak wave, despairing that Timothy has moved on. Smearing her tears into the streak of blood on the side of her face….)

Um, okay now I like really need to find my mom! Bahhhhh!




confessed by Belle at 1:50 PM

Shane: [Unsuccessfully stifling an exaggerated yawn, Shane rubs his fingers across his eyes and tries to pinch off the pain at the bridge of his nose. As the words swim on the page, he blinks repeatedly, closes the file in front of him and sighs heavily.] There must be something that I'm just not seeing...but wha...[His thoughts are halted by a quiet knock with expectant eyes he turns to the door.] Secret room--more like Grand Central...

[Smiling sheepishly, Laura peeks inside.] Am I interrupting?

Shane: [His eyes brighten as he smiles and shakes his head no.] Nothing that can't wait.

Are you sure?

Shane: [Stepping into the room, one hand hidden behind her back, she smiles in question.] Positive...[Shane's eyes cloud and his voice drops in momentary distraction.] Besides, I've stared at this damned file until I've got it all but memorized, and I'm still no closer to identifying the real Roman Brady. [Shrugging, he returns his attention back to Laura as his eyes twinkle.] In fact, a little distraction just may be what the doctor ordered.

[Chuckling, she approaches him.] Oh, is it now? [Grins mischievously], And just which doctor would that be? [Thinking back to his earlier encounter with Marlena, Shane's eyes darken with concern, but he says nothing. Laura sighs lightly.] I see Marlena has been here.

Shane: [Nods and mumbles distractedly]...didn't seem herself at all.

[Hardening], No...I don't suppose she did. [He looks up questioningly, but Laura dismisses him. She has spent the better part of the last two days contemplating Marlena's bizarre behavior and is ready to change the subject. Quirkily], So what does the doctor say about caffeine? [Reveals a large cup of coffee from behind her back.]

Shane: [Relinquishing the cup to his greedy grasp, Laura watches as he inhales the deep aroma.] Nirvana...[taking a hungry gulp], Where...

[Laughs lightly], Let's just say flirting with Bob has definite advantages...[Amused, she takes in Shane's absorbed form.] And here I thought you Brits were tea drinkers. [Looking up, he sees her smirk.] If I would've known coffee would go over this big, I would have covered myself in coffee beans.

Shane: [A slightly hysterical giggle escapes her lips as a faint blush tinges Shane's cheeks.] That won't be necessary. [Sitting the cup down, he takes her in his arms.]

[Wrapping her arms around his neck, Laura's eyes darken as she pulls herself tight against him. The warm breath of her raspy whisper dances across his lips.] Promise?

Shane: Promise. [Leaning in for a kiss, his mouth begins to make a trail to her ear.]

[Her husky laugh is infectious.] You need a shave...[They still as a crash sounds outside the room. Her eyebrow shoots up.] Ugh...please tell me that door has a lock. [Stepping back, Shane's smile lights the black intensity of his eyes as he quickly latches the door. Throwing her head back, Laura's throaty laugh fills the room until she feels his arms wrap around her again.]

Shane: No more inter...[His words are lost within her kiss.]
confessed by Laura at 1:02 PM

Well, hello.

[Shane looks up from his file to find Marlena leaning against the doorframe an amused smile twitching the corner of her lips.]

You should take a break. All work and no play makes Shane a very. dull. boy.

Shane: [Clears his throat uncomfortably.] Uh, Marlena, hello. I was just going over the Roman files.

I know. [She wanders into the room, trailing her fingers over equipment that hasn't seen the light of day for years. Finally she comes to where he is working and she perches on the edge of his desk, crossing on long, tanned leg over the other.] Laura told me. I was getting a little worried. I've seen so little of you since we... merged. You don't seem to be having much fun, Shane.

Shane: [Slightly flustered.] Well, there are a lot of unusual things going on on this island Marlena. I feel it is my duty...

Ahhh, duty.... [Grins.] Well, you see, duty is all very well... but Shane, darling, you have to learn to live a little. Trapped in here all hours of the day and night, working... while the fair Laura is stuck with a paperback she's read ten thousand times.... [Purses her lips in an effort to bite back her smile at Shane's expression.] Shane, the poor girl needs a little male attention. Twenty four hours doesn't exactly make up for all those years on cloud cuckoo. [Leans closer.] Of course I suppose Laura isn't exactly helping herself. After all, you are quite obviously the most gorgeous specimen of manhood on this island. Well, aside from John perhaps, but since he's completely MIA, I'm not going to count him.

Shane: Marlena, I... [Flinches noticeably as she reaches out and runs fingers through his wavy hair.]

I like the grey streak. [Quirks one eyebrow.] Very distinguished. [Smiles seductively.] Laura should watch out you know, someone might be tempted to move in on her territory if she's careless enough to leave you alone for extended periods of time....

Shane: [A little stunned by what has just transpired.] Marlena, I really think....

[Slipping off the desk.] I think I'll be going now. Keep up the good work Guv'nor. [She winks at him and then she's gone, leaving Shane to breathlessly contemplate what the hell is going on.]
confessed by Marlena at 6:20 AM

(Belle's eyes fly open as she feels someone or something pinching her butt. She is disoriented at first as she tries to focus on the figure standing over her.)

Brady :(poking her with his tiny blue cane): Hey Sis, did ya have a nice trip? Hehehehe.

Belle: Braaaaaaaddddddddyyyyyyyy! Help me up, you dork! I think I'm like bleeding all over my lime green bikini! Divas aren't supposed to bleed!!! Do you know how hard it is to get blood stains out of this material? You are such a freak sometimes!!

(Brady struggles to pull Belle up while maintaining his balance on the tiny Tim canes. He loses his footing and falls down face first on the same rock that Belle hit.)

Belle (giggling): Oh my God! Hahaha, Brady, you SO deserved that!

(Brady sits up. His lip is swollen and bleeding)

Brady: Damn thath bitcth! Thiss iths all your motherths's faulth. If sthe didth't geth thath ex-huthsband cop of herths to thoot me, I wouldn'th have fallen down.

Belle: Huh? Like you're talking funny. I can't understand you with that fat lip you have.

Brady: I wanted to tell you thomething about your mother the whore. Sthe grabbed my ballths!

Belle: Your what?

Brady: My thethsticleths! (He grabs his crotch to demonstrate)

Belle: Ow Brady, my head like really, really hurts. I have to go find my Mom and see if she can fix my boo-boo. You should come with me. Maybe she could do something for your lip.

Brady: (fear and panic in his eyes as he leaps to his feet, using his mismatched canes to steady himself) NO! I don't want that thycho thouthing me!

Belle: Um OK, whatever. But I have something really, really important to tell you about that Reilly person and the secret room I found. Meet me back here tomorrow night so I can show you. Hopefully by then I'll be able to understand what you're saying. Oh, and don't tell Susan you've seen me, OK?

Brady: Othay. Thee you lather.

(Brady hobbles off to the water supply to wash his face while Belle sneaks through the woods to find her mother, her eyes peeled for any sign of Elvis' biggest fan.)
confessed by Brady Black at 2:52 AM

Belle *Confessional*

(Belle rolls over from the half hour allotment of tanning her already bronzed back. As she straightens her towel and adjusts her lime green bikini, she GASPS to see that she's not alone. 'Why do people like just *appear* like that around here? Gawd!' She wonders.

Politely she says "Hi" to Susan Banks, and scrunches up her nose, and squints painfully as she surveys the older woman's bizarre fashion statement. Belle feels suddenly nauseous and begins thinking how this needs to be a fashion NO in Glamour Magazine.)

Susan: Oh, you like my hat, 'Lil Missy Belle, and my blue suede bickinee? It's just a little ol' sumthin' I picked up at a garage sale in Memphis! I had to make the hat to match it. Whatcha thinking of this gorgeous thing? I think Miss Minnie Pearl would just die of jealousy, don'tchoo Miss Bee? (Suddenly looking very grim.) Oh, my, I'm not knowing what I'm thinking saying that about Miss Minnie Pearl, gully gosh a-mighty the good Lord already's blest to have her in haven! Hmmm, okay, as I was saying to y'all… I used some of my kitty cat's old toys to make the hat (Dallying her fingers lovingly across the wide brimmed blue yarn hat scattered with variously chewed on cat-nip filled mice.) but I think it's a lovely complimentation to the bathing beautilyness of my Elvis bickinee, don'tcha Miss Belly-Belle? (Susan lustily strokes the blue suede covering her breasts and purrs.) Ohhh, it's so smooooth. (She rolls her eyes around in her head as though she's imagining the King of Rock and Roll touching her blue suede, then looks over at Belle, jutting her teeth into the bright sunlight, blinding Belle momentarily.) Wanna FEEL?

(Belle's blue eyes bug out of her perky face and she's quickly on her feet, packing up her things.)

Um, no… thanks. Um, I like have to go get some Jell-O.

Susan: That's okie dokie, Lil Belle. Lisa Marie wants to touch it now anyway. (Susan grabs the doll's gnawed upon plastic hand and runs it around the mound of suede as Belle begins to gag.) Ohhh, doesn't that feel GOOOOD, Lisa Marie? I think your daddy would approve don'tchooooooo?

(Belle runs as fast as her petite little behind can go. When she finally begins to slow down, she's almost a mile from the beach. Panting wildly, weaving in and out of trees, she almost doesn't feel the foot that darts diabolically out from behind a tree to trip her. She does however, feel her head crack when it hits the rock imbedded in the ground where she lands. As she lies unconscious, blood trickling down the dirt covered stone, a figure moves to stand above her, his laughter rolling through the thick forest.)

Brady: Hahahahahaha! God, Belle, you're such a clumsy little freak, hahahahahahahahaha! (The blonde reprobate begins to flick dirt at his immobile sibling with his tiniest tiny Tim blue cane.) Get up you dumb mini blonde bimbo. I have something important to tell you about your whore mother….Now get up!! (He reaches down and begins pinching her placid posterior.)





confessed by Belle at 1:49 AM