Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20150506015955/@comment-33209858-20150510232605

A game to see who's death was the best - or perhaps, the worst was a better adjective - was a strange game indeed. Bellerina pursed her pink lips; Her own death wasn't that great or eye-catching. Her heart gives out because her true love lied to her - Not entirely grandiose. She figured she wasn't even going to try and throw her hat into the ring, so to speak.

Anyways she wasn't one for rubbing her death into other people's faces, for Grimm's sake. They all ended up dying anyways, so did it even really matter how it happens in the long run? Still, Belle figured she should at least be 'supportive' and listen to everybody else's deaths. Hex, if it helped them cope with their oncoming doom, then so be it.

Delicately sitting down on a chair, one of the chairs that had been tipped over in its inglorious fall, Belle listened half-heartedly to the game of Merlin.