Belle's Last Confessional

(After failing to see the little girl, Belle plops down on Brady's bed and starts to cry again. Her flip-flops fall off her feet onto the floor. Timothy scurries up onto her shoulder and with his tiny clawed hand pats her in an attempt to comfort her. Brady goes to her, tugging his little sister along.)

Brady: Belle, will you help me and Belle?

(Sniffing and wiping away her tears, the tormented teen nods her head.)

I would like so like to do that.... But, how? What do you want me to do?

(Timothy tilts his head and rests his elbow on Belle's head. 'This should be interesting.')

Brady: Will you let us out of here? Our mom and dad are out there, right? You told me about them.

Uh huh, they're on the island with me... though you'd never know they were my parents.

Brady: They're not.

(The little boy says sadly, not wanting to hurt her. Belle frowns, but she knows it's true. She knows why she has always felt so strange, and why she could never remember her parents or her growing up years. Why it always felt so phoney. Why she felt like she'd been dropped from the sky into their lives. She and Brady - they never fit. They were strangers in those lives. And it was like their presence made everyone behave weird. She didn't know who she was, but she knew she didn't belong with John and Marlena.)

Brady: Will you let us out? I can't open the door. It won't open for me.... But, Belle, you can't ever go back. Once Belle and I get out of here, you can't be Belle anymore. And wherever "Brady" is, he can't either.

That's okay. It's not like we ever were in the first place.

Timothy: What will you bloody do then, Belle?

(Belle looks up at Timothy and smiles.)

I don't know. I don't know where I was before I got plopped into this world. Maybe I'll follow Brady and we can find out where we came from and get back there. Maybe Langan can tell us... hmmm, maybe that's not such a good idea. I bet he would make me go back to Salem.

Don't worry, we'll be fine... wherever we end up. Maybe there's another show somewhere that needs me....

(She jumps up off the bed, slips on her flip-flops, squeals and is perky as ever.)

Let's go! Let's get you two back to your mommy and daddy! Are you like READY? (She does a little cheer and leads the troop from Brady's room like the pied piper.

When they get to the top of the valley and the old wooden door that kept the children from their real home, Belle takes one last look down into Sorasville.)

This is such a beautiful place, but it's such a bad place! I think sometimes like you need a place like this, but you two were never supposed to be here! It was so wrong! Whoever sent you here was bad!

Let's go!

(Belle turns the knob and holds the door open for little Brady, invisible little Belle, and her squirrel companion. For the first time in forever she feels like she has a reason for being.

Once everyone is out, she shuts the door. She again starts to cry. The squeaking hurts all their ears but Timothy, Belle, and Brady circle around her and give her a big hug.)

Thanks, guys. You're the best. Timothy, will you bring these two back to mom and dad... um, I mean, John and Marlena? I'm going to head off the island the way Brady did.

Oh, Timothy. I'm so like going to miss you to pieces! You're the best friend I've ever had! (She bends down and picks up the furry rodent and squeezes him between her boobs. When she puts him back down, he wobbles and spins in a dizzy circle.)

Timothy: The sentiment's the same, young Belle. Or should I say, *elder* Belle? Hehehe. I shall miss you.... Okay, what's say we find mum and dad, children? (Like a proper British soldier, Timothy stands at attention, salutes Belle, and leads Brady and Belle into the forest towards camp.

Belle watches, feeling both sad and happy. She begins to head in the opposite direction, wishing she had her makeup bag. She touches her lips and realizes they've not had a nice coating of lip-gloss in quite a while. She hopes there's a drug store where she's going....

As she tramps through the woods, she runs into Bob the camera guy.)

Hi, Bob!

Bob: I've been looking for you, kid. You've been voted off. The Big Bad Ass sent me out to find you. Where have you been?

Does it really matter, Bob? Thanks for the info. I was on my way off anyway, see ya!

(Belle and her perky posterior skip away, as Bob scratches his donut-glazed beard.)








confessed by Belle at 3:24 PM

Another Ousting, Another Vote
Also, Important Head's Up!!!!

The votes have been tallied. Belle Black, please gather your things, round up your rodent, leave your parting words if you wish, and skee-daddle.

Which means we're down to four, right? Marlena/Grace/Whoever She Is Today, Johnny Boy, Shane Baby, and Loopy Laura.

Next vote is due in to the Tribal Council E-Mail by Midnight ET on Tuesday.

Also, a head's up. The vote after this vote will be due in on THURSDAY by Midnight ET. I'll be hopping a jet plane back to the states and won't be available to do vote stuff on Tuesday.

After Thursday's vote results are in, then all castaways gets to vote (if they're still paying half a mind's worth of attention). All former castaways are welcome to post final questions to the final two survivors, then send their votes to the Tribal Council E-mail by Tuesday at Midnight ET. If no one votes, well, I guess this just goes on forever, so someone vote, please, when it comes that time the first of next week.

So there you have it. If you have questions (because something tells me all that makes very little sense), please drop me a line and I'll do my best to make sense.

Ta, and ta-ta for now!
confessed by Your Host, The Big BadAss at 6:07 AM