Belle was horribly and terribly bored. She sat in the common area, hanging off one of the couches. It seemed like all the older memebrs of the Outsiders were off today, doing adult stuff or being antisocial. Belle sighed, watching the world upside down. For a moment she pondered how odd it would be to walk on the ceiling and have to reach up and jump to feel the floor. Would ceiling lights be on the floor? Would furniture be on the ceiling? Oh the questions that come to the mind of the bored child. She would have to ask Adam later about her hypothesis. 

And as if by a miracle her communicator went off. The young girl sat up too quickly, feeling dizzy as the blood being to rush back to her brain. She jumped off the couch, smiling at the idea of finally getting some interesting adventure on the way. She figured that she could go get her gear and get in the cruiser, but she was feeling more mischievous. 

Belle saw Fenrir putting on his gear, looking rather preoccupied. Belle giggled softly, dropping down to 'all fours' as she began to creep behind Fenrir, stalking her friend like predator and prey. Belle wasn't sure if Fenrir could hear Belle coming or not, knowing how well trained he was he most likely knew she was behind him. But if he knew he did a good job pretending the girl wasn't sneaking behind him. 

All at once Belle leaped onto Fenrir's back with an almost comical battle cry. She clung onto him, laughing at her own initiated, impromptu, piggy-back ride.

“Roar!” Belle said, trying to keep up her serious charade through her own laughter. “I got you Big Bad Wolf! I win this battle!”