We are Wild

One day, we'll get there for sure! Isabel Magnolia--20--SHSL Underground Delinquent Deaths: 0---Kills: 0--Executions: 0

[bluecelebrite]

a cup of coffee ☗ open

[bluecelebrite]

The girl seemed to be a ball of sunshine. She had the common morning sluggishness, which the engineer related with; mornings were usually the times he was the least motivated to do anything. She looked pretty…average for the most part, but that’s only because he knew nothing about her. 

When the girl noticed the aroma of coffee, Magolor gave an enthusiastic smile. "Yes, it is! Do you want a cup?" Even before she answered, he already started setting up an empty cup sitting upside down on the table. 

[drivenflower]

Once more, a persistent yawn pried open curiously pursed lips. While the presence of another was enough to excite the girl to a point where she was able to move with some energy, mornings were still a time to slowly power up. There was no imminent danger nor obnoxiously loud voice ordering her to move and so she was slowly reverting back to her habit of moving at whim and leisure. While this called for sluggish mornings, it meant lively afternoons. Coffee, however, helped with the day. "Really?" Perking up like a dog offered food, Isabel sat up on her seat and watched him. He was alright, definitely a good person for giving her a drink. Food and drink were essential, after all, to living. "You're pretty cool, ya know that?"

[ohjareau]

❀ about me ❀

[drivenflower]

BASICS:

name: inarini age: 18 birthday: july 2nd zodiac: cancer single or taken: single  height: 5'7" eye color: brown middle name: Bautista favorite color: blue,red,green lucky number: 143

SPECIFICS/DETAILS:

hogwarts house [x]: hufflepuff favorite fictional character: Petra Ral is my Queen. Kobato is my baby. favorite season: fall and summer describe yourself in a few words: i can't do intros. i like coffee but it makes my stomach hurt. but does it matter? this is love. meaning of your name: i have no idea ultimate otp:  YASAME what do you plan to/do for a living: Teach English

THIS OR THAT: introvert or extrovert:  introvert dawn or dusk: dusk righty or lefty: righty coffee or tea: coffee rain or shine: rain reading or writing: reading

[drivenflower]

Plops in here hello yes you are an amazing Isabel I'm so happy that you are portraying her because you are doing her so much justice man I know we don't know what her voice sounds like technically buT I CAN hEar her VOIce

[godlywarrior-deactivated2013100]

Come Tell ME what you think of how I RP MY muse, I can only publish.

I’m curious to know! Do you like how I RP as them? Do you hate it? How can I improve? SEND ME AN ASK; LET ME KNOW!

[rurukandy]

s o u r c e

[rurukandy]

s o u r c e

[drivenflower]

lobsterarm replied to your post: Welcoming all antags to become Isabel’...

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[drivenflower]

Welcoming all antags to become Isabel's friend! Befriend her! It'll be fine!

[sokumotanaka-deactivated2018121]

Send ☭ for a vs. battle quote to your muse

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[pallxttownprodigy-deactivated20]

Is quietly whispering lyrics to a very entertaining song. "….Their all blue…da ba dee da ba dai…"

[drivenflower]

A Beginning to our End.templums

Isabel wasn't lonely. She had watched loneliness eat at people's minds, destroying trust and making room for paranoia. Isabel was not lonely. Partings, sudden and some slow building, were common in the underground. People who viewed each other as comrades or family also succumbed to goodbyes. Frown setting on her features, the delinquent huffed and looked down at her hands. Still walking, she began to count just how many friends she had here. There was Big Bro, then Bro Jojo, Dio, and she could even count that one kid from that one trial. So, she had four friends. That was about one whole hand! Nodding in satisfaction, Isabel decided that she didn't need Farlan. She'd have plenty of fun times with her new friends. They could even live in their house just like the underground trio had originally planned. She'd have the same dream but with other friends. A sigh and lowered shoulders signaled sadness. It wasn't the same. Even with others, living their dream without Farlan felt wrong. The question, then, was why did Farlan leave? Raising her emerald gaze, feet halted abruptly in the sand. Mouth hung open. Eyes widened. "Fa-" An instinctive arm rose in the air, hand waving frantically, before her brightened features hardened. He had left and she had told Big Brother what she'd do if he had come back. Rushing forward, Isabel screamed his name. "FARRRRRRLAAAAAAN!" At first, it seemed filled with enthusiasm, joy at seeing her friend, but as the name stretched their decreasing distance the fury was noticeable. Just before reaching him, Isabel planted her feet and shifted her weight. Putting her momentum into the hit, she aimed straight for his gut.  Keeping her fist in place, she stared at the ground below them. "WHY THE HELL DID YOU LEAVE?" Frustration was plain in her voice. "You fucking left! Big Bro told me!" The anger receded, her voice straining to maintain the false authority that came from rage. "What the hell's wrong with you, Farlan?" Voice trembling, or perhaps that was her. Arm falling and head rising, she flashed narrowed, watering eyes. "I thought we were friends, family. Why d'ya leave us? You didn't even say goodbye..." The rush of words and emotions fell to silence, rising and falling shoulders.

[bluecelebrite]

a cup of coffee ☗ open

This was relaxing.

Or well, as relaxing as a school of murders can be. Magolor sat at a table of the restaurant with a cup of coffee in his hands, staring out at the ocean view. A pot of coffee was set on the table, the aroma drifting in the room. It was relatively quiet, the only sounds being the crash of the waves on to the sandy shore, and birds calling high in the sky. The Halcandran closed his eyes, only to open again upon hearing the doors of the restaurant open and then close.

Turning to the new occupant of the place, he said, "Good morning! Would you like to join me?"

[drivenflower]

It was her hunger that drove her to the restaurant. Hunger and the noise of morning. It wasn't so late that most of the island inhabitants were awake, but it was late enough that the creatures had begun to stir. Awoken by the unfamiliar sound of water against rock and sand, Isabel ventured outside. Yawn splitting lips apart, a heavy stretch did little to awaken her muscles. Opening the restaurant doors with a speed combating that of a snail's, Isabel only realized that she was in another's company when the greeting was thrown her way. Raising her head, she nodded. "Sure!" Slowly filling with her usual energy, Isabel plopped down on to a chair and inspected him. There were stranger people out there but he did inspire curiosity. Closing her eyes, she inhaled the aroma that surrounded him. "S'that coffee?"

[rurukandy]

s o u r c e

[xntouchablx]

[titanicide]

A bit of guilt washes over the soldier, if only briefly. At least, now, he could share his exotic meals with Isabel this time around. Cherish what little time he has left with this girl, he thought. It won’t last. Not here. Not anywhere.

"Yeah. We will." He… honestly isn’t sure how much he’ll be looking forward to that. Something brought Isabel back from the grave, but what if, by the time they’re allowed to leave, that magic is broken? Ah, but he shouldn’t think about those things so much. They’re, for the most part, unimportant details for the time being. His energy would instead be focused on leading the younger girl into the cabins, trailing into the kitchen, and rummaging through the freezer.

"Shit like this doesn’t even exist in the inner walls." Levi muses absently, a pint of vanilla ice cream secured and yanked out from the recesses of the freezer. Turning on a heel, he presents his secured prize to Isabel, a chilly pint of ice cream indeed. "Open it and take off the plastic shit. I’ll get a spoon for you."

[drivenflower]

Following her big brother, Isabel observed her surroundings with a mounting curiosity. She had never gone to the inner walls and so she wasn't sure if this was what the 'rick life' would have looked like or not. It sure as hell wasn't what the underground or other walled areas looked like. The kitchen itself was so convenient. Weird box-like things could heat up food without a fire. A stove was present but it wasn't at all stone. Isabel marveled at the convenience but she also missed the smell of wood and fire, of mingling aromas rising in the smoke. "Woah, really?" Taking the pint, she looked down at it with absolute awe. It was cool in her hand, ice clinging to the sides of the container. Hurriedly opening it, Isabel blinked at the milky white mass. "So we're eating something those snobs haven't even tasted, huh, Big Bro?" She beamed, excited. Eating this was like a little achievement. The high class softies in the inner walls could eat as much cake as they wanted but they haven't even tasted ice cream. Isabel would, though.

[apathiekrone]

venomous -

[apathiekrone]

♚ — The vampire watched her react to his words, watched as she visibly inflated at a few mere compliments. In all honesty, he was far from surprised. Humans could easily be won over if one played their egos just right. It was all a part of charisma. Whatever sort of reaction he had induced, it was one that would lead this girl straight into the very palm of his hand. While he doubted a girl of such stature could be of much use physically, she seemed like the kind that could easily make connections with others. Something like this was just what Dio needed.

♚ — Isabel, in that aspect, was like a blessing.

♚ — “There’s no need to thank me, you know. Names tell a story. While the direct meaning of Isabel, from what I look at, does not suit you… it does have a variant. Bella. In the Italian language, this is a word that means 'beautiful'. While you are young, now, I have no doubts that you will one day grow into a beautiful woman.”

♚ — Ah, maybe asking this young woman for information wasn’t such a bad idea after all. ‘Stuff back,’ she said. Could this mean the abilities he had lost would be regained if he were to kill? A literal bribe that would lure the students into murder… well, he couldn’t say that this mastermind didn’t know what they were doing. Playing on the laws of society to create a game of murder… it was almost impressive. A sigh left parted lips. “Hopefully we won’t find out what happens when we lose a trial, hm? Given the nature of this place, I can’t imagine it would be good. If you say we have wise allies, however, then I trust your word.” He would begin to part his lips to give the young lady a smile that showed that he was reassured, before a single word would have his eyes widening.

♚ — JoJo.

♚ — There was no way that was a coincidence. For a Joestar to be here, and for the nickname JoJo to be tossed around like it was a given name in itself… Joseph Joestar was surely related to Jonathan. How, though? Without the meddling behemoth here, another Joestar had come to take his place, and already, Dio felt the want to wrap his fingers around Joseph Joestar’s throat, to watch him squirm and choke out fighting words. To destroy the Joestar bloodline…

♚ — It would start with this girl. This girl, who apparently had a familial bond akin to a brother with Joseph Joestar. Fate… was on his side. A smile reached him once more, his gaze dropping back down to Isabel Magnolia.

♚ — “I’m glad to have allied myself with someone who has such reliable connections, then. Miss Isabel… thank you for your assistance. I truly am in your debt.”

[drivenflower]

To Isabel, his compliments were puzzling and wordy. Her name was Isabel and that was it. Whoever Bella was, she wasn't her. However, his thoughts were appreciated despite the fact that Isabel had no idea what Italian was. She didn't need to ask what beautiful meant and that was all that mattered. Dio thought she was beautiful although young. Folding her arms across her chest, emerald optics shining with an abundant energy, Isabel nodded happily. "Hehe. I'm looking forward to it!" In the Underground, she had watched children her age die off, sometimes one by one and slowly or sometimes by groups without warning. She was lucky to have lived and thrived, a weed in terms of stubbornness.  "Mhmm, but Big Bro's got it handled! I trust his choices, so we'll be fine!" Isabel reassured him, her confidence in her brother constant and never wavering. Levi always protected them, always had a plan. His presence here meant that everything was or would be alright. As long as she stood by his side, they'd get out of here or find some way to live in comfort. And since Dio was being so friendly, that meant he'd probably like Levi too. He'd be fine as long as he trusted them. Thinking back on his words, Isabel tilted her head and glanced upwards. There was an obvious thought and assumption and it made sense to share. "Well, if the murderer dies then Mister Bear'll probably kill some of us or all of us. It's sorta complicated." Her words were said lightly, a thrown away comment like an observation of the weather. Death was inevitable and a constant in life, even so she wasn't scared because the belief in her abilities and family was stronger than any fear she had.

"Nah, don't worry about it, Dio! D'ya need anything else?" She offered, more out of boredom than politeness. At this time, her brother was away and she had no one else to talk to. Dio seemed like an alright person and she felt reliable when she helped him. It was to be expected, anyway, she was a reliable sort of person.

[drivenflower]

Death Song.migattesa

The islands were not as big as the Underground but there was still much to explore. Unknown buildings and weird technology inspired curiosity and confusion. Trudging down a steep slope, the thug held her stomach as it produced an obnoxious growl. Already, she had gone through the academy and the park, but she had failed to go through the kitchen. Clutching her stomach, Isabel frowned. She had been stupid to overestimate herself. She had been foolish not to grab bread or, really, anything. Where was the closest cafeteria, anyway? Far too distant. 

Wait. How could she have forgotten? Lips parting, Isabel took a deep breath before producing a sound worse than a screeching cat's yowl. Loud and off-tune, her song was not so much a serenade as it was a banshee's death call. It was, as well, her call for food.