โAw, so what if it sucked ass? I was totally havinโ fun,โ Cyrek shot back, his snarky sense of humor peeking through as he winked at her and squeezed her hand that rested over hers as they exited the club, pressed close together. Sure, the press would have a fucking field day if they caught them on the streets; he could care less. She was fun, and he wanted to have fun. Thus, the offer she put on the table was rather tempting, debating it. If he picked a club, it would be qualityโ did he really want to get drunk on a Wednesday night? Not particularly. In fact, if he got drunk, he knew for a fact that he would spend the next half of the day during the hangover vomiting his guts out and that wasnโt exactly his idea of fun. Parties were fun, just not when he got wasted, and anywhere he picked would be too tempting for that. Bypassing the route of explaining that, he turned to her instead and smirked, stopping them in their tracks and draping his free arm over her shoulder, leaning in close to steal a chaste kiss from her lips. โHmmโฆ Callinโ it a night sounds temptinโ as fuck, I think youโre more interestinโ than any club weโre gonna go toโฆ I got a bottle of some nice-ass whiskey in my van, maybe we could have a littleโฆ private party?โ Winking at her as he spoke, he nudged her gently with his elbow, squeezing her hand again and breathing in her scent. The air was cool for Los Angeles thanks to the weather and autumn beginning to kick inโฆ quaint. It was a perfect night for a little walk back to his van. Either wayโฆ he just wanted whatever would make her happy.
she moves with him easily, letting herself be pulled closer, humming against the quick kiss, smiling as her own arms wrapped around his torso. it was all a simple recipe to the girl, and one cyrek seemed all too eager to fit into, in reality. isis was simple, truly needing nothing more than a bottle of booze and a person to have fun, but she wouldnโt be in LA if the music and a personal thrill when it came to the press didnโt appeal to her. still, the more she saw and spent nights with cyrek, the more she curious she got about how casual he really was... not that she minded, isis had decided. cy was sweet and moments like this, when she can tell heโs breathing in her scent and she seeks out another quick kiss in the middle of the sidewalk, sheโs okay with whateverโs happening. of course, she says none of this, preferring the physical to the emotional, โitโs like you read my mind,โ she chuckles, biting her bottom lip, hand not being held trailing up to playfully catch his chin and connecting their lips again, though she smiled as she did so. isis wasnโt always this publicly playful, but with the thoughts lingering in the moment, quite literally surrounded by cyโs presence, sheโd go with them. why not?ย โlead the way to our private party.โ
โhey, bea!โ sheโs just gotten off stage, sweat ran down her temples, and her breath is just slightly labored as she catches it,ย โdo you even watch?โ she asks, truly not caring about the answer. it wasnโt as if this was the first time bea had shown up for her performance. besides, some people liked the music, some people liked the high that came after. isis felt pretty certain sheโd figured out where beaโs views leaned. as she chugged water from a bottle, she catches up with the other woman,ย โyou gunna help me find something stronger or what?โ [ @beadcnovan ]
okay, so maybe her idea for a club sucked. perhaps the music was no where near what either of them expected, and isis supposed sheโd admit sheโd been to better clubs at 8pm on a Wednesday... though, certainly not out loud to her clubbing partner. instead, she went for a vague admission as she wrapped her arms around his, walking and pressed close beside cy,ย โokay, not my best decision, but we know not to come anymore. do you wanna find another place? call it a night?โ [ย @cywreck ]
โyou mean to tell me you got how many pets? how about...โ the look isis gave the other girl held a mix of excitement and hope. when didnโt someone need a nice visit with some fluffy animals? she tugged her little leather bag where she carried her bowl, grinder, wraps and weed out of her messenger bag,ย โi smoke you out, and we go play with some cute animals?โ @ vandijkstraย
(ZENDAYA, FEMALE, SHE/HER) youโve probably already heard of ISIS TAYLOR through the LA music scene. the 24 year old is a ALT POP artist & her music sounds kind of like HALSEY, GRIMES & MISTERWIVES. ISIS is said to be HEADSTRONG but also AGGRESSIVE. i wonder what bandslam makes of them? (OOC: SARA, 23, SHE/HER, CST)
HI! Iโm Sara and I was here a hot second by i couldnโt keep my girl outta my mind. i shifted a few things around, but pls take my scrappy chicago girl~
FAST FACTS
goes by: isis
surname: taylor, never mentioned unless necessary.
zodiac sign: scorpio (october 24th)
temperament: sanguine
hogwarts house: slytherin
positive traits: active, charming, colorful, creative, curious, driven, energetic, hard-working, independent, leaderly, optimistic, passionate.
negative traits: ambitious, blunt, dominating, egocentric, hot-headed, impulsive, obsessive, outspoken, selfish, tough, uninhibited, wild.
hobbies: singing, dancing (jazz, hip hop, modern, BASIC ballet), making jell-o shots, freestyle spur-of-the-moment rapping, writing, do nails (seriously sheโs wild), draw (VERY informal), getting into mischief, flirting like itโs her job, watching live theatre, biking, activism work (specifically with police brutality), exploring the city.
โถyour first memory is screaming and loud shots. you were just four years old, but you were already taught the world was yours if you wanted it, if you worked for it. itโs something you never forget growing up in Chicagoโs West Side.
โถdeath surrounded you young, and you learn what a drive-by is before you know what cooties are. you live in Garfield Park, with your grandmother now. you miss your mother, and your father, but somehow you understand that theyโre not coming back. the shots, the screaming, the chaos is a blur to you as you age, but youโve seen it enough times elsewhere that you can imagine it.
โถbut, youโre young. youโre one of the freshest minds the world has. your aunts, uncles, your parentโs friends, all watch out for you. you never missed a day of love, just your parents.
โถeverything you do is for them, because CPD solved nothing. if you canโt get closure, youโll sure as hell make them proud, so you never stop.
โถever since you can remember, beats and rhythms are what keep you going. you sing along with the birds as you walk to school, waving at every crossing guard as you go. your neighborhood, your entire community, get together to make melodies and dance too. itโs nothing too fancy in the grand scheme of things, but to you? itโs pure magic.
โถyou join programs that channel your love. you hang out among the sky scrapers and by Lake Michigan, spending hours on the trains, ย dreaming of more. youโre just 13, and you know youโre not staying here forever... but Chicago is still your city, it always will be.
โถyou become an activist. you protest the killing of your brothers and sisters again and again and again. you become a young leader, and you use your music to be heard. you use your music to share stories. you use your music to move people. youโre an artist and an activity, and youโre barely in high school.
โถ and then youโre 16, some of your friendsโ own music careers are taking off. youโre proud, beyond proud, supportive. itโs how you get on stage, next to your friends. in Chicago, itโs a common story. finally, after a few years of this and school, you get picked up by a manager.
โถ things start getting heated for you right after high school graduation. first, a show at the Argon, and itโs sold out for the show youโre opening for. then, itโs traveling around Chicago to Milwaukee, to St. Louis and Minneapolis. you even go to new york once. it seems like with each show you do, the more people show up at the next. you stop worrying about living full-time in a food desert, even stop worrying about eyeing each car that passes, because away from the West Side? youโre so much safer.
โถuntil, once more, your life shifts. youโre not there for the shots this time, but they take your cousin, who hadnโt gotten away from the violence that had taken your parents. your grandmother follows soon after, from natural causes. your family chalks it up to an old, broken heart. you? youโre not old enough for your heart to break and end things, but without your grandmother? your rock? you wish you were. but just as you know you must, you push on, you let N O T H I N G stop you.
โถyouโre back at it quickly. despite your family believing you should be with them, just like they were always there for you. but the world calls to you, the music begs you to come back, and you do.
โถ you worked with a fever that had you traveling the country. you opened for bands, you went on small-time talk shows, your manager sent you around the country and made sure every cityโs music scene saw Isis one way or another. you do not stop, quite literally. at first, youโre quietly taken to the ER after collapsing from exhaustion a couple times, but you learn to correct yourself. you learn your limits, and you tip-toe them like a pro.
โถfinally, youโre invited to LA to be in a couple commercials. you and your manager agree that LA is the best spot for you. you think about your family, who youโve missed but stayed away from. not even purposely, there was never any time. and in LA? things only get more serious.
โถ youโve lived here for almost a year now, and with stability of one place to live comes with being comfortable, getting friends. you certainly dont realize how much of a partier youโve become, but after more than two years of relentless travel and work? you let yourself enjoy a new home. you find clubs you like, partiers to tag along with, and an EP drop right around the corner. life seems perfect, and now more than ever, you know...
you were born for this.
WANTED CONNECTIONS
โถbest friend/ride or die (someone from chicago OR someone new in LA! or both!!)
โถ roommate
โถ first friend made in LA
โถ friends! all the friends! so many friend possibilities!
โถ someone who sheโs a bad influence to
โถ partying friends
โถ hookups (there are a FEW of these, past AND present)
โถ first love?? past or future come at me iโm open~
โถ consistent friends with benefits
โถ a crush she โโโdoesnโt have time forโโโ
โถ someone with a crush on her that she just leads on
โถ ANYTHING YOU CAN THINK OF !!
