Kalon 612 Entry ~ Bellaruse Buckinly

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Username ◘ seedcakes
Partners Username ◘ Master of Nothing
Name ◘ Bellaruse Buckinly
Gender ◘ Female
Orientation ◘ Heterosexual
Age ◘ 25
Occupation ◘ Forensic Microbiologist in training
Residence ◘ London, England

Music ◘
Vs. Ho-Oh - Nintendo Company, Pokemon Heartgold

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art by Master of Nothing


Backstory ◘

"Poor baby Bella! No mommy, no daddy, no anything! Does little baby Bella need something? Bellaruse Need-A-Buck-inly?" The other kalon's jeering words bit at the back of her mind as the teen sat in the principal's office. She chewed at the inside of her cheek, her arms crossed as she listened to the principal drone about how fighting was against the school rules, and this wasn't her first offense. Bella flattened her ears, then burst out. "They made fun of me! They deserved it!" She would have said more, but the look on the principal's face said everything. The principal picked up a stack of notecards, shuffling them absentmindedly.

"Bellaruse, we cannot allow this behavior any longer. I'm sorry, but we are going to have to expel you. You've left me with no other options." Bella's stomach dropped.

"Please, please sir. I've been saving for school all my life, this is the most important thing in the world to me. Give me one more chance!" Bella tried to stop the desperation from leaking into her voice. Ever since she was a kid, she'd been saving any money she made for a tuition. The principal shook his head.

"You should have thought of that earlier."

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Bella's father was sick when she was born, and he soon died, leaving her and her mother as well as her three siblings alone. The stress got to her mother, forcing her to give up Bella in hopes of giving her siblings a better life. Bella ended up in a foster home. She hated it there. When she got the chance, she ran away. They tried to take her back, and she said she preferred the streets.

Now I'm back on the streets. Bella thought dejectedly, her tail dragging as she trotted to the dusty alley where she had built her home. It was still there, a mass of cardboard and plastic that she had thrown together in her spare time. "Home, sweet home," she mumbled to no one in particular, wiping a few leaves off the roof of her humble abode. Her eyes darted towards the rain gutter, which was built out of halves of two-liter soda bottles. A hole had been worn into the bottom of one of them, allowing the water to drip out. She sighed. Step 1- Fix it. Step 2- Gather food. Step 3- .... She didn't have a step three. Bella slipped out of the alley, towards the city. Hopefully, she'd be able to find something to fix her rain gutter with.

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A doctor's office. She'd wandered all over the city looking for a likely place. And of all places, she ended up at a doctor's office. They won't have anything useful in their trashbins... might as well... just go home.. Bella stepped through the parking lot, her eyes on the pavement. She didn't see the backing lights glow on the green car to her right. She didn't hear it begin to move. All she heard was the screech of brakes, and looked up, startled, a small unintentional screech leaping out of her throat. That's a nice car, was the first thing to run through her mind, her eyes wide, before she realized it was about to hit her. Thankfully, the driver stopped just in time. He stuck his head out the window, concern in his eyes. "Sorry, ma'am!" he called. "Watch where you're going next time..."

Bella tried not to show how much he had just scared her. "Same to you!" she replied semi-coolly. Bella licked one of her front teeth, something she did when she was upset, but then realized it probably looked like she was sticking her tongue out at him. Oops.. She moved back out of the way so he could leave. She noticed that his left paw was wrapped in a bandage, which was probably why he was at the doctor's in the first place.

An idea occurred to her. Nice car + enough to pay for doctor's bill = money = probably good stuff in the trash.. like plastic! With a skip in her step, the female kalon charged after the green car, her tail flowing behind her. The wraps were coming loose. Should probably get new ones of those, too.

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Her paws picked through the trash bin, avoiding the banana peels and apple cores. She felt a half-eaten pizza crust, and her belly growled in agreement. Ripping off the bitten part, Bella stuck the rest in her jaws, hungrily eating the old bread. It wasn't that bad, actually. But then again, she was used to it. Reaching the bottom of the trash, she put the lid back on and started on the recycle bin. A noise startled her, a light turned on. It was the kalon she had followed, a shocked expression smacked across his face.
"Did... did you follow me?" Now confusion knitted upon his face, and he dropped the trash bag he carried onto the ground.

"That would be correct, sir. You have a lovely car, I must say!" Bella smiled, trying to hide the fact that she was terrified. Getting caught had always been one of her worst fears. Except birds. And yellow. Gah, I hate yellow... His voice distracted her from her thoughts.

"...What are you doing in my trash?"

"Finding things, obviously! You're quite the wasteful man if I do say so myself..." Bella pulled a plastic bottle from the bin, her eyes lighting up and she quickly placed it to the side. She dug back into the bin, looking for more bottles.

The other kalon frowned. "Are you... you know, ah, homeless?"

Bella tried to match his expression. "This girl? Bellaruse Buckinly? Homeless?" Yea. Bellaruse Need-a-Buck-inly. That's me. The other kalon didn't seem convinced. Bella sighed. "Fine, but I'm not homeless! I'm... simply an orphan without a family. A nomad, if you will." I like that word. Noooomaaddddd. It's fun to say.

That seemed to do the trick. The other kalon muttered something to himself, then spoke louder. "I... don't suppose you'd like a bath? Or maybe some food?" Bella's ears shot upwards. Food.. and clean! She tried to act a bit more sophisticated.

"How could I accept an invitation for dinner from a man with no name?"

"Barclay Witherspoon." Barclay said, gesturing to himself with his injured hand.

"Hm," Bella tried to sound uninterested. What kind of name is Barclay? "Okay then, Barclay." Barclay rolled his eyes, turning to go back into his house. "B- wait!" Bella called. Barclay looked back. "I refuse to take this as an act of pity on me. I shall do work for you, so we will be even. What do you do for a living?"

Barclay chuckled. "I'm a forensic microbiologist, dear, I doubt you could help me. Besides, even if you could, you'd have to get legal permission from my boss. It's a nice thought, though, but let's just say we're even."

Bella puffed out her cheeks. She was tired of people thinking she couldn't do anything complicated. "Oh, so you think I can't help you, huh, Clay? Why, sir, you don't know miss Buckinly one bit! I'll show you!"

Barclay grinned and shook his head gently. Bella folded her arms. "Okay, I'll find something for you to do. You could clean the microscope. maybe."

Microscope, my tail! I can work a microscope! Bella thought impudently, although for some reason she was trying not to laugh as she followed Barclay inside.

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Personality ◘

Bella never grew out of her rebellious teenager phase. She is quite bullheaded, often rushing into things without thinking it through. She also gets her words mixed up very easily, and is very expressive with her paws. Bella also likes to agitate others for her own amusement, but if it starts to get to a point where someone will actually be upset she will normally stop. Normally.

Bella likes to pretend she is a psychiatrist, and will try to give 'advice' to others on how to fix their life. She isn't very good at it, but mostly does it to get laughs. Bella also believes in magic, and will watch youtube videos about it at night when she thinks she's alone.

She taught herself basic herbology using youtube, and has quite an extensive knowledge of it. If anyone gets injured while outside, she will dash off and run back with a fistful of plants, listing off what they are and what they are used for. Most of them aren't even good for the wound in question, but she keeps them anyway. Her room smells like dried plants.

Back to the part of where she likes to agitate others, her definition of 'others' is Barclay. She bakes his favorite kind of cookies and hides them in obscure places that he will never find to torment him with the smell. She turns his pictures backwards so they are facing the wrong direction. And that's only a small sample..

Bella also will snatch items randomly from things, only to put them back with a sly grin at Barclay. Bella is a minor kleptomaniac- she feels as if the items are actually calling her name (which isn't far-fetched to her, since she believes in magic!), and the only way to silence them is to take them. She's gotten better control over it, but every once in a while she has a breakdown where she will start grabbing fistfuls of objects around her and hugging them to her chest.

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Xanthophobia ◘

Bella has never liked the color yellow; it's extremely bright and hurts her eyes, since she spends most of her time in lowlit areas. However, when she was 5 or 6, she was jumped by a group of schoolchildren in bright yellow shirts. They made fun of her and fractured her arm and leaving her alone and hurt in the dark. And this wasn't the last time that would happen. The group continued to agitate her over the course of the next year, destroying her cardboard house and taking her stuff. Eventually, they stopped. She still doesn't know why. But after that, she began to associate the color yellow with that group of kids. Every time she sees it, her paws begin to shake and she has to close her eyes and retreat to a non-yellow area. If there's enough of the color, she will curl up in a ball and become unresponsive. Due to her xanthophobia, Bella wrapped her tail in bandages to cover the shine. She tells others that if she unwraps her tail, it will release an infectious disease that will kill thousands. In reality, it would just give her a mental breakdown.

Ornithophobia ◘

Bella doesn't have much of a reason to be afraid of birds. She just dislikes them, and its developed too far. They would poop all over her box, and it would take forever to clean off. Sometimes, they would steal her food. The presence of birds just bothers her, and she identifies as having ornithophobia even though she probably doesn't.

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Barclay Grim Witherspoon //

Partner in crime work. She lives in his house and secretly likes him, but basically lives to torment him. Bella does actually care about him, and always tries her best to impress him, even though she knows she probably never will. Often, Bella will make fun of him, only to compliment something else.

Reyna Monroena-Rodgers //

Pretty much the only reason she ever talks to Reyna is to ask her to sketch headshots of possible culprits in order to show around town and find them out.

Felicity Storm //

They met in a pottery fanclub, and sometimes Bella will show Felicity pottery she made. In return, Felicity chats about historical pottery and gives her tips on making it.

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Bella first found a pottery studio when she was 9 years old. It was cold outside, and she stumbled in to get warm. The owner invited her to a free pottery class, and she was taught how to spin clay. Bella fell in love with the calming activity, and soon taught herself to mold small figurines. She fires her work inside the shop, and decorates Barclay's house with it. Every once in a while, you will see a new one in a random place such as above the front door or behind the kitchen cabinet.

She has a sidejob where she makes pottery and figurines and sells them for profit. Bella even takes commissions, and the prices are quite flexible!

Oh yeah.. if you go into Barclay's house, make sure to check the ground. If you step on anything made of clay by mistake, Bella will probably go Chewbacca on you.

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It Started with a Toothpick ◘

August 2nd, 2010, 4:37 pm

Trapped behind Barclay, I lifted my head in an attempt to get a better view of the scene. A putrid stench stung my nostrils, but it didn't burn enough to give me a reaction. Ok, maybe a mild headache. Finally, Barclay moved into the room, allowing me to observe it more clearly. It wasn't as messy as I expected; then again, the only house I saw much of was Barclay's, and that was so orderly it could have passed as a magazine cover. All this was going through my head as I took in the room, so it shocked me when a large man pushed past, bee lining towards Barclay. I got quite a good eyeshot of the back of his head, much to my displeasure. Without so much a nod in my direction, the new man began talking to Barclay.

"Mister Witherspoon," he said in a gruff voice, "remember what we're trying to find here. I don't need another victim lying around dead, even if it's you." I decided that I didn't like this man from that point on. Being the sophisticated and wonderful lady I am, I wrinkled my nose at him while his back was turned.

Barclay seemed calm, but his expression showed displeasure. At least I wasn't the only one. "I know what has to be done, sir, don't forget that I was your intern for two years previous to this day. I can handle myself." Ooh, Clay, an intern? That interested me. I didn't know that about my fluffy friend. Hey, learn something new every day, am I right?

"And... what about your intern, 'detective'? Remember the protocol for crime scenes. She shouldn't contradict those policies." The man leaned towards Barclay, but at least I knew he knew I existed. Widening my eyes in mock surprise, I mouthed at Barclay 'What.. protocols?' I don't think he noticed.

"Of course, sir." Barclay said, but by now my mind had wandered to other things. Like Barclay. And actual detective crime I get to help solve yes yes I hope I find a clue and... wait- Barclay looked a bit tense. I briefly wondered why, but his paw wrapping over my arm shook me from my thoughts. "C'mon, Miss Buckinly, let us continue to the dining room."



August 2nd, 2010, 4:40 pm

"You two best friends or something?" I said cheekily, my eyes scanning the new area. I ducked my head under a table, glaring at the legs of chairs and the markings on the walls. Come on, come on, find something Bella! I mentally cheered myself on.

"We've known each other for a while, if that's what you mean..." Barclay said, of course putting on gloves to follow protocol. But who needs protocol? I raised an eyebrow, deciding not to pursue the topic. I ran a paw over a paint chip which had detached itself from the wall, but it didn't seem like anything helpful. "Any luck?"

I shook my head, grunting as I began to push a table to a far wall to better investigate underneath it. "No."
Glaring daggers at the floor, I eyed the huge scratches the table had left. Oops.


August 2nd, 2010, 7:59 pm

Barclay and I were walking down the driveway after searching the house. I hung my head in defeat. I hadn't found a single lead, and I don't think Barclay did either. A loud, breathy sigh emitted from my mouth, sending a plume of white into the sky. I hadn't realized how cold it was. Barclay was the first to speak. "So, what do you think about detective work?"

I didn't lift my head. I wanted to find a lead, or at least do something useful or impressive. Besides ruining the apartment's floor, that is. "I guess I figured it would be a bit easier to find a lead, or at least a clue..." I lifted my shoulders in a shrug. Letting myself drown in my woes for a few moments wouldn't do anything to help, but I didn't care. Squinting my eyes at the grey gravel, I allowed the patterns to blur into a mass of rock.

But wait. That wasn't rock? Squinting harder, I bent down and snagged the slice of wood in my paws. "What's this?"

"It's probably just a piece of bark, set it down." Barclay grumbled. I scowled. Well, maybe I like this piece of bark, huh?

"The ends are carved into points, and it's symmetrical. I think it's... a toothpick." My voice wavered at the end. My mind raced. OH MY SWEET TAILWRAPS IS THIS A CLUE HAVE I DONE IT THIS IS AMAZING I AM AMAZING BOW TO MY CLUEFINDING POWER. Barclay peered at it closer, and his eyes lit up.

"Yeah right. Wait... you're right!" He seemed shocked. "There was something in the file about the victim having a habit of carrying these around. 'Guess he didn't like getting stuff in his teeth or something."

I had to stop myself from jumping up and down in joy. "Let's run some tests on this." My face practically glowed I was so excited as Barclay took out a baggie to carry evidence in.


August 3rd, 2010, 11:42 am

Barclay actually lived up to his promise and let me clean the microscope. Ha! I bet it was the best cleaning that microscope ever got! ...I didn't scratch the lens. I don't think. That was already there. I was just finishing up when I heard Barclay's voice. "All right... We definitely have something here.... skin cells along with pieces of wood... We'll have to do some tests to find out whose they are. Do you think you could look into what brand of toothpick this is, and if it matches up with the victim's recent purchases?"

I nodded quickly, racing out of the room and forgetting to shut the door. Oh well. Some exercise would do the ol' Clay some good.


August 8th, 2010, 2:12 pm

"Bella!" Barclay's voice made me jump. He's always so quiet, and then he says something and you remember that he's still there.

"Is it ready yet?" I'd been asking that too many times over the past week. I think that was the... 18th? Maybe 19th. Or 20th. But whose counting?

I tumbled into Barclay's office in excitement. "Yeah, we should know if we have the suspect here or not."
He said. I slunk behind his chair, leaning on the back and craning my head to see the swirling circle on the loading screen. This was the moment of truth. To see what I had found. He'll be so proud of me! I'm a great detective!

BEEP!

The computer brought up a picture and the records regarding the person. I squinted. That was no suspect. That was me. Barclay turned his head, shooting me a glare. Oh, darn those safety protocols! The one time they're actually needed! "What? You didn't care about me wearing gloves at the crime scene or not, I suppose a few skin cells must've gotten on it when I picked it up." I attempted to say nonchantly.

Barclay sighed, shaking his head. Well, there goes my hopes of impressing him. "More like billions, but okay, I guess that's my fault. If anyone else's DNA were on the toothpick, there was too much of yours for the computer to pick up." My fur felt hot and uncomfortable. Barclay was still glaring at me.

"What?" I asked, because now his glare was starting to look strange. I looked back at the screen, at my face. And the wall of text. And then it hit me. He was searching the criminal database. My face both paled and reddened at the same time. "Okay, fine. I was arrested once... Twice. You wouldn't understand."

Folding my arms, I resisted the urge to snatch the stapler off his desk, which was murmuring softly. On second thoughts... grabbing the stapler, I ran out of the room and into my office that Barclay had made me a while ago. Shut up, stapler. It's not THAT funny. You don't have to laugh.

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Thank You ◘

Thank you for taking the time to read my form. I hope you enjoyed it, and maybe got a few laughs out of Bella's stories.

And special thanks to Master of Nothing for being my partner. Without them, this never would have happened.

*note* all pixel art used on this page created by me. the humanformed art is by Master of Nothing. Credit for the page break goes to the respective owner.