bohemian starlet

Poltergeist - Lost love - dilettante we are creatures of the underworld, we cannot afford to love.

[isabetsghost]

Tea and cake. May and Isabet

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may-sandor‌:

May spent an awful lot of time in the Lounge and she wasn’t quite sure why. Maybe it was the open bar - or sometimes meeting new people and gaining some friends - but whatever the reason, she found herself back in the hangout spot once again.

There was a woman she’d never seen there, looking rather comfortable on what looked like a portable hamper. May must have been quite lost in thought for a moment because it didn’t quite click that the woman was talking to her until a small moment had passed.

“Huh? O-Oh, thank you, Miss,” she murmured sweetly, gently taking one of the offered Macaroons before nodding her head. “Y-Yea, it seems that way,” May agreed softly before smiling warmly at the other. “I-I’m Mayabelle. Or May if you prefer that,” the little blonde greeted, sitting in a chair not too far off from the woman’s hamper.

“May, that's a nice name. I am isabet. nice to meet you.” She smiled across at her. “ Feel free to dig in. I adore all french pasties, so they are all there. From choc au pain to croissants.” She said and put her hand to her lip and smiled wistfully. “ I used to love sitting outside a cafe and eating pastries and reading books. Sounds dull by today’s standards but to me, it was calming.”

[isabetsghost]

Tea and cake. May and Isabet

Isabet walked into the lounge with a small hamper. She walked over to the window and sat down and opened the hamper. She laid out the hamper and pulled out a macaroon. With a nod of her head, she switched the half-full kettle on from across the room and flicked through the newest edition of french vogue. Isabet glanced up when she heard footsteps. She smiled “Hello. Macaroon?” She offered and gave her a smile. “ Its a bit quiet in here today, I think people are still suffering from the holiday blues.” 

@may-sandor

[isabetsghost]

Working Natalie and Isabet

Isabet walking into the winery and looked around. Max had told her that she could sing on Sunday night jazz nights if she wanted to and all she had to do was just pop in to see Natalie and take a look around the building. Isabet thought it was a great idea and headed down to the winery, a little nervous because she didn't know who Natalie was. She went to open the door to the bar but it was locked. “Merde” She muttered and then took a quick look around and walked through the wall to the darkened nightclub. She walked through until she found an office and tapped on the door. “ Hello?” She called out.

@nataliemercer

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lionokoye‌:

“Ah,  of course,” he said politely, shaking her hand in return. Zaki usually knew professors from name alone, when talking to the students he worked with. “Nice to meet you as well,” the incubus added. Zaki looked over at the cells and shrugged his shoulders. “I’m not really one to make the grant students to do anything. I have a posting out there for a new one. I’d rather the person want to be there,” he told her. With the issues left by his last secretary, he was fine taking his time to fill the position. “And yes, the students here don’t interact much with the faculty often, it’s not just you.

 “It must be tough for them, so far from home and subjected to things that could cause them... well... its not my place to say.” She said and tilted her head with a smile. “ But they must trust you, and that must be a nice feeling, to know they have to you to come to.” 

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dead-wolfethan‌:

It was his own fault, really, as he got all the way to the library before remembering he had stuff due, and probably should have checked them back in before checking out any other books.  “I’m alright,” he chuckled, bending down to help her scoop some stuff back up.  “I was the one who turned right around into you, that was my fault.  I can help you help you carry these in, if you want?”

“Thank you, that would be really nice of you,” Isabet said and then walked beside him. “ I’m Isabet. I teach here, I take it you are a student?” She asked as she walked and then moving back into a wall as some rushed in between them she floated back out and continued to walk along next to him as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “ been here long?”

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lionokoye‌:

Zaki looked up again, giving the woman a kind grin. He could relate to how she felt, not wanting to come down here. But it was necessary for almost everyone to come down to the cells, even occasionally. “I know what you mean,” he said as the incubus tucked the clipboard under his arm. Zaki offered his hand to her in greeting. “Zaki Okoye. Dean of students,” he introduced himself, flashing her a grin again. “I don’t come down here often. But getting students to come in and talk about their futures is like pulling teeth. I learned a long time ago I have to chase some of them down. And now, without a secretary it’s even harder.

“Isabet Stewart, French Professor nice to meet you.” She replied shaking his hand and then let out a little laugh and nodded. “ I know what you mean.  I still haven't met many yet. I think they might be a little freaked out by the fact I’m a ghost.” Isabet said and shrugged. “Can’t you get one of the slaves to be a intern? “

[isabetsghost]

Isabet had not gone to the New years eve event. It wasnt that she didn't want to, it was just that she felt more comfortable sitting up in her room looking out the window at the stars and fireworks away from all the chaos. Now it was two days later and she was happily walking down to the library with a stack of books she was returningIsabet moved her way into the main building, turned and bumped into someone, causing her books to fall to the ground. “Oops I am sorry I didn't see you there, are you ok?” She said before dipping down to collect them.

[lionokoye]

Zaki didn’t take much time off during the break, he never really did. In fact, this year he didn’t even go and visit his youngest daughter. Part of him thought he wouldn’t return to the school if that had been the case. There wasn’t much to keep him there anymore. People had begun returning to the school, anticipating the start of the new semester. It gave Zaki an excuse to distract himself. Clipboard in hand, the incubus passed through the slave quarters after making appointments with a few of them. It was one of his favorite parts of his job as the dean of students, helping the grant students figure out a way to graduate and get out of here quickly. On his way out, he checked his clipboard, looking to see who was next on his list to speak with. Sensing someone coming down the hall, he moved out of the way to give space to them. “Sorry,” he said politely.

[isabetsghost]

Isabet had never been down the cells. She didn't really want to face that side of things just yet, She just wanted to be a real teacher. Isabet knew though, that if she didn't face it now, it would eat her up inside. She walked along, trying not to stare at the slaves like animals and she only stopped when she saw a man. “Its fine,” Isabet said softly. “I am still new so I am trying to get a look around without intruding.”

[queeniebell-blog1]

Starting over

Queenie had known the Glamour spell had be glitching out for a while. She had thought about going to medical rooms, but felt they would turn her away as it wasn’t an emergency.  Then last night things turned bad. After the party she headed home as usual and then climbed into bed. A fever like no other hit her and she laid in bed whimpering and writhing in agony. Thinking it was just a virus she drank water and took painkillers and even had cool shower. Eventually around four am, she fell asleep. When she woke she felt fine, in fact she felt stronger. But looking in the mirror things were not what she had expected. She was totally different. Queenie stared at herself and tried to stay calm. She got dressed and then headed to the main building with her laptop. She sat in the lounge and googled her symptoms and then felt tears prick her eyes as she read two words. No. Cure. Queenie got up and let her laptop slip to the floor with a loud thud and  then she saw someone. “ I.. I’m sorry If I..” She was trying to apologise for making a noise but the words stayed lodged in her throat. Tears fell and Queenie felt lost. She just needed one person to tell her she was ok. 

[isabetsghost]

“Please don’t cry,” Isabet said handing her a handkerchief from her purse. She always carried one as the sand could sometimes get in the air and it made her eyes itch. “ Tell me what’s wrong.”

[miloxcole]

Milo was down in the cells, moving from one to the other when he heard footsteps behind him. “Here for pain or pleasure?” he smirked, not turning around. “Or a little of both? Either way, I’d be happy to help you out.”

[isabetsghost]

“ I doubt very much that you are a slave. But if you were, I would rent you.” Isabet smiled and then walked past him. “ I was just looking,” She said softly giving him the head to toe look. “ Nice to see the guards are so... well equipped.”

[theinstituteconfessions]

Is Isabet ANOTHER sexy French witch? We have been spoilt in that category …

@isabetsghost

[isabetsghost]

Sorry not a witch But thank you for the compliment. It was appreciated.

[bounddragonkyle]

Amused?

[bounddragonkyle]

isabetsghost‌:

Isabet walked passed the cells and heard him speak.  “ Do you think it is fun being here? I have a strong suspicion that none of the other students feel the same.” Her voice was as cool as her skin tone as she observed him. “ Arrogance is not a blessing, it shows a heightened sense of insecurity and a low form of self-esteem which is masked by a fake persona.” She continued. “ Manners maketh a man, you would be best to remeber that. Continue to have your amusement, but it is wise to hide it well”

“I think it has the potential to be interesting.  Fun remains to be seen,” Kyle said with a snort.  “Assumption of arrogance and low self esteem from a mere moment’s observation is a sign of poor reasoning and observational skills.  As for manners….they change with the season.  Which era’s version would you like?”

[isabetsghost]

“ Actually it is acute observation skills along with a knowledge of psychology, sociology and anthropology which brings me to the conclusion.” Isabet responded sweetly. “ you’d think with so many era versions of manners In your repotoire you shouldn’t have to be reminded to act appropriately. But then your old age must have made you forgetful as well as arrogant. Pity. You catch more bees with honey than vinegar.”

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colinxbarton‌:

Colin chuckled at the remark, Scotch would definitely do the trick after all. Yet he was rendered silent for a moment, seeing the soda can open on it’s own and empty itself into the glass. “Now that’s a neat trick. So you’re a Witch or something?” First guess and probably completely wrong but he knew some witches that could do similar things so it was a valid option in his mind anyway. He moved away from the bar to pick up the can and put it in the trash. “Nothing like good old handiwork.” He remarked with a slight grin. In a way he was always glad not be able to use magic, considering he was human as can be, but having magic would probably make him lazy as hell.”Oh I major at P.E. I want to teach one day, work with children. So where do you come from? If you don’t mind me asking, if you do then just say so.” He said, knowing how things went around here all too well.

“A witch? Oh no, I’m not that clever. I am something that I am pretty sure the Institute hasn't seen before. I’m a poltergeist.  Hence the moving things without touching them, Its kind of our thing.” she admitted with a wrinkle of her nose. “ It can be a bit stressful when you are tired and you have to focus on moving things.” Isabet nodded as he spoke “That sounds nice, it is nice to teach. Where do I originally come from? I don’t know. I woke up dead if you can call it that. I was in the United Kingdom but I was taken to France by a man who helped me through things and taught me how to be a ghost I guess.” He said in a simple way which sounded totally normal to her but may come across odd to others. “I lived in Paris since 1900 but I felt the need for a total change so here I am. Where are you from?”

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colinxbarton‌:

Colin looked aside at the bottle. “Well, yeah it’s Scotch. It’s supposed to be strong. Not used to strong drinks then?” He chuckled a bit. “I’ll stick to soda for today. French huh? Mon français est très mauvais. That’s about all the French I know to be honest. I like the way it sounds though.” He said before extending his hand to her. “I’m Colin, welcome to the Institute Miss.”

“True but it clears away the cobwebs,” Isabet said with a small chuckle. “ Your French isn't so bad, some people dont even know that. If you need any lessons then I’m here.” She said and nodded. “ Yes, soda, coming up.” She nodded her head to the glass and the Soda can which floated and licked open and poured itself in front of him then settled on the table.  The can flew across the room and missed the trash by an inch. “ Eh can't win them all.” She said with a small smile.  Isabet took his hand and smiled. “ Nice to meet you, Colin. What do you do here?”

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Gustave Caillebotte:- Rainy street in Paris