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Belle absently reached into the pocket that once held her cellphone only to be reminded when her fingers brushed against fabric instead that those men with the black eyes had taken it away first thing. She remembered the cold look on the taller one’s face when he told her ‘can’t have you calling for help’. There was another who visited often, a brunette who wore a simple white dress, she was much nicer but still frightened her a bit.?

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Slowly withdrawing the hand from her pocket she gently rested on her flat stomach? as she thought about getting the news about being pregnant around about the time her husband had gone with her friends to the underworld. She really hoped that he was helping them find Killian and would see to it everyone made it home again in one piece.?

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Those last two words echoed in her mind as she doubted the same could be said for her. She’d told anyone who would listen that whatever they thought could be gained from keeping her here didn’t amount to much with Rumple being where he’d gone. Was he okay? Had he made it back to Storybrooke yet? Or had he gotten trapped in the underworld?

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She looked around the sparsely furnished room with no windows, quietly wondering how long before they lost patience with waiting and slit her throat the way they had the girl who’d tried to help her. If only she’d not gotten distracted by the room with the wooden coffin whose contents were surprising in that the man inside was alive only he seemed...catatonic. Nothing she said or did could get a response.?

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She wished she’d paid more attention to the items in there with him as she suspected they were important somehow. But she did remember hearing a name...Dean Winchester and then there was a lot of commotion as for some reason they were moving him as if they thought someone might be coming and they couldn’t risk him being found.

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(ooc: all my going through old posts that last couple days got me inspired to write a post for Belle especially after coming across the last Gold post.)

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Belle spun around startled at the sound of the other woman’s voice as she’d thought herself completely alone in this sparsely furnished room. Instinctively taking several steps backwards when her gaze fell on the transparent figure. One hand coming to rest protectively over her flat stomach as to some degree she feared the specter was there for the unborn child of the ‘Dark One’.

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But slowly she began to register what had been said which helped her to relax a little though not entirely under the circumstances. “Help you? I don’t see how that I could possibly do anything of the sort with being trapped here.” Her arms moving to wrap loosely around herself as she stood there watching the spirit. It shouldn’t have been all that jarring finding herself face to face with one with all she’d experienced.

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She did so wish that Rumple was there but with no way of reaching him she couldn’t get word to her husband that she was in any sort of danger. Though she supposed if the brunette who wore the simple white dress had wanted anything from him then she’d have found a way of getting in touch and might well be coming for her.

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(OOC: I so need to rewatch Once Upon a Time among other things.)