take me anywhere, i don't care

Isadora Foster. 26 years young. Freelance writer, on and off bartender. Redcliff Street. INFP, enneagram type 4, if that means anything to you. driving in your car i never never want to go home because i haven't got one anymore.

[isadorafoster]

text 📲 tierney ⇆ isadora

tierney: subtlety, one of my many skills

tierney: the big 2-5

tierney: think i can drink 25 drinks in one night

isadora: you won't hear me argue about that. 😍

isadora: i'm a year older than you

isadora: please DON'T but you're going to have a great birthday

[kenzie-newman]

Where: outside the firehouse When: mid afternoon Who: open to anyone @slchat​

had elliot volunteered to man the little table they’d set up outside the firestation? you bet. while she wasn’t exactly a fan of the girl-scout vibes, she was more than ready to throw herself into selling the calendars —- mostly because she starred in it. sure, she was only a trainee, but their division was apparently lacking in women enough to include her, which elliot was positive would only help their cause. “come get your calendars - the sexiest calendar you’ll find this year.” the brunette grinned, leaning on the table. “and if you want it signed, you only gotta ask.” 

[isadorafoster]

Isadora often took long, wandering walks and ended up at new places, this time outside the fireplace. She looked up at the place and smiled at the other standing at a little table that seemed to be set up for outsiders. Meandering over, she gave the other a wave. “Oh, you had me at sexiest calendar, but signed is just a bonus,” she quipped, a soft smile tugging at her lips. “So I feel like this is the part where you’re going to tell me my money’s going to charity,” she continued, teasingly as she instinctively dug through her purse for a few dollars.

[isadorafoster]

lapointefm​:

-

next time it would be her choice to pick where they went . jaden felt safe in the cinema , upon sticky linoleum with popped corn kernels burning the hair in his nostrils . the warmth of tiny hot dog ovens settled his heart and calmed anxiety that clammed his palms and beaded his brow with a thin layer of sweat . “ alright . you’re twistin’ my arm here , but we’ll grab some cookie dough too . and chocolate . but it’s only ‘cus you’re forcing me – i can’t be held accountable for what i do under your thumb , “ the male was addicted to those blue slushies . perhaps that was the exact reason he visited the movies quite so often , so he could drown himself in overly sweet liquid and bounce off the walls for the rest of the evening in a saccharine haze .  “ a horror sounds good . i love that shit . i saw they were re-running the nightmare on elm street franchise . “ a horror would also mean he could drape an arm over her shoulders in protection , he’d assure her , as opposed to a possibly unsuccessful romantic move . he had a get out , an excuse , one he wouldn’t have been faced with in light of comedy or romcom . “ don’t get too scared , hold on tight to your popcorn . “

-

Isadora was happy that he had taken her out. They were mostly video gaming friends but she had a huge crush on him and it was probably not well disguised at all. But then, did she really want to hide it? Nonetheless, she enjoyed being around him and he could always make her laugh, smile, and feel like her burdens released from her shoulders for a little while. It was nice. “I’ve got the chocolate,” Isadora insisted, pulling out a few dollar bills and handing it over to the guy behind the counter. She gave him a smile and brushed her hand just barely against his, a very subtle gesture. “I just have a way of putting a spell on you, I guess,” she teased. “Yes, let’s go see that!” she said enthusiastically, nodding her head. “I could always hide my face in your shoulder if I get too scared,” she murmured, a little smirk dancing on her lips as they got their tickets to the movie. “You can protect me better than any popcorn. Right? Come on, JJ, I’m counting on you here.” 

[isadorafoster]

text 📲 tierney ⇆ open

tierney: birthday countdown stARTS NOW

tierney: 10 days

tierney: just a subtle reminder

isadora: VEry subtle ;))

isadora: so exciting! ❣️🍾🎉

[isadorafoster]

korra-sandoval-aguilar​:

Korra laughed as Isadora mentioned not remembering exactly where they met. Her brows raised as the other mentioned a drink for the name, “Oh well I might just go off and circle back just so I can get two drinks,” the brunette giggled, nudging Isadora, “It’s Korra by the way, I work as a bartender her on a normal day” she added, in hopes that this will jot the other’s memory.

.

“Two drinks it is, then, for both of us,” she grinned. Isadora scanned the girl’s face for a while before placing the name to her face. “I remember you!” she said in drunken excitement. “I was a bartender for what? a week?” she mused, a smile on her face. “I wish I could just write short stories and make enough money from that but I’m not,” she admitted. “So I guess I’ll get another job soon.” She scrunched up her eyebrows in thought. “How’s life treating you?” she asked. 

[lapointefm-deactivated20240410]

❪ ⠀ * ⠀ ─── ⠀ closed starter ⠀﹕ @isadorafoster​ ⠀ ❫

jaden was far from the best influence when it came to eating a ‘ correct ‘ amount of candy . his friends had to practically wrestle the stuff from his grasp , a fight akin to a dog holding something they shouldn’t between their lips and refusing to let it go – although jj was approaching his thirties the boy would never give up his sweet tooth , and wasn’t embarrassed that he needed limits in place to keep him from gorging on the stuff until his belly hung beneath his waistline . “ we can get some gummies , a large popcorn and one of those blue slushies from behind the counter . a big one . “ maybe it was part of his charm , a peter pan-esque way of living ; despite bordering his third decade jaden was far from ready to grow up . passing over the bills he turned to isadora , allowing her to take hold of the popcorn as he cradled the slurpee in hand . “ – by the time you realise how deep you’ve got into a pack of candy the whole bag is gone and you’re sitting there in a circle of wrappers wondering what the fuck you just did . it’s a vicious spiral . you better keep an eye on me , i’m watching my waistline . “ there were multiple re-runs at the cinema that day , and although jaden certainly had his reservations of which movie he’d prefer he’d leave it to the other to decide , “ have you picked what we’re gonna watch yet ?? “

[isadorafoster]

Isadora grinned at Jaden as they waited in line at the movie theatre. This wasn’t something she normally did, but Jaden seemed to be easy to do this with. Go out. It was nice so far. “Admit it, you could kill for a bag of cookie dough too,” she said while grazing her teeth against her bottom lip, a small smirk on her features as she looked at the candy displayed. “Gummies, popcorn, slushies... You forgot chocolate. I’m appalled,” she teased lightly, nudging him. She chuckled. “Sh, hush. You’re perfect. So eat some candy, go crazy, in fact.” She smiled. Carrying the popcorn, she got a straw for her drink and took the first sip of her slushie as she turned to him. “I’m in the mood for a thriller or horror or something,” she said, looking at the movie selection. Truthfully, she hadn’t known. She was more focused on the company. There were several thrillers to pick from, she saw, as her eyes raked over the lit up colors surrounding the movie titles, so hopefully they could settle on something. 

[korra-sandoval-aguilar]

Where: Los Globos When: Ophelia’s party, 12am-ish

Korra had more than a few shots and signature drinks and was feeling quite giddy, but the energy was wearing out so when she turned around and saw someone she thought she knew the brunette got all exited. “You’re here!” Korra screamed running up to them and giving a big hug.

[isadorafoster]

Isadora was bordering on drunk if not already drunk, leaning against the wall. She moved to find another seat after a crowd accumulated next to her, and found a spot that was quieter. At least momentarily, until she was approached with a scream of excitement and a hug. She grinned and hugged the other back. “I’m here!” she announced. “Okay, so I know I’ve had a few but you look kind of familiar,” she began when she pulled away, furrowing her brows, “but I can’t place your name, so your next drink is on me to show how sorry I am, okay? ” Isadora slurred. 

[isadorafoster]

[isadorafoster]

sloaneharmon​:

Sloane sometimes thought she was an expert at reading faces, and more professionally knowing that just because their expression conveyed one thing, it didn’t necessarily deem the same as their feelings. She was able to put this into practice when a woman emerged from the party looking less than happy, despite the smile present within her features. Taking a whiff, she immediately scrunched up her face at the smell of a drug she’d never tried — taking her total of drugs tried to a definite zero. “Sorry, but it doesn’t look like you had a great time.” She decided to respond, leaning gently against the wall of the apartment. “What happened in there?”

-

Isadora could still feel the girl behind her and she turned her head slightly to acknowledge the figure behind her while taking a hit from her joint. She blew the smoke away from the other’s direction and put the joint out and into her little box holder, stowing it away into the pocket of her jeans. She chewed on her lip and turned towards the other, shrugging her shoulders when she remarked that it didn’t look like Isadora had a great time. She was right, of course. But she didn’t think she’d be so transparent about her current issue. “Nothing, really,” she tried to smile it off, but failed, and shrugged again. “It’s the whole thing, and feeling out of place, and I’m kind of drunk, and someone made a comment against women, like what kind of person does it take to think that sort of way? and I couldn’t be there after that.” She was pulling her shoes back on, as she’d taken them off, and clinging to the rail so she wouldn’t fall over. “And I have no ride anymore, so it looks like a beautiful walk is ahead of me,” she said, staring distantly out into the night. 

[sloaneharmon]

WHERE: Oasis Apartments

It was late — perhaps not to the occupants of the apartment blaring obscenely loud music, but to Sloane Harmon, it had passed the time that she was willing to let it slide. Hence why the brunette presently stood outside the door, the door that was all between her and what sounded like a party she wasn’t invited to. She didn’t take pleasure in being a ‘party pooper’ but if nobody cared that she wasn’t there — probably because she didn’t make a habit of socializing with most of her neighbors — she didn’t particularly care about breaking it up. 

With an ear pressed against the surface, she visibly scoffed at the racket she heard within. It wasn’t until the door began to open that she scrambled backwards, casually leaning against the wall in some pretend nonchalant fashion. “Oh hey! I was — uh, I was just waiting to go in. Good party?” She asked, sheepishly trying to cover the fact she had been eavesdropping. Once again, when it came to confrontation she buckled. 

[isadorafoster]

Isadora didn’t live here, but she’d gone with a friend to the party. She lived on Redcliff Street and Oasis was always throwing parties, so that was how she ended up there tonight. She was lucky, really, that she could afford her little house on Redcliff Street. Lucky that her book had been published and she’d made profit off of it, but that profit was dwindling and she’d probably need to take up bartending or waitressing again to make up for the loss in income. Hopefully it wouldn’t come to that. She quite liked working from home, really. 

Maybe the party had been a mistake, though. Her drunken self had gotten offended quite understandably by an anti-feminist joke, and she’d stumbled out of the party, waiting to be unseen and unheard, slipping out of the door when no one was watching her. It wasn’t that the joke was bad. It wasn’t just that. It was that the party, this scene...wasn’t her. But she repeatedly tried to make it hers, anyway. Always restless. She grabbed a joint from her pocket and pressed it to her lips, looking up from her feet when she saw someone else standing there. “Yeah, it’s great,” she answered, trying her best at a smile. “Hope you have fun,” she said, trying to be as friendly as she could. Meanwhile, she leaned against the railing and pressed the joint to her lips, lighting it and taking a hit. Then she watched the smoke fill the night air and she sighed. 

[kaljoshi]

“—no, i was being serious.” there’s a deadpan look plastered across his face as gaze catches the person in front of him. you’d think he was joking, but he’s not. hayden wastes no time being blunt. “did you want to fuck or not?”

[isadorafoster]

Isadora was not taken aback at all. She continued as if she hadn’t heard him, taking another sip from her drink, then finally answered, looking up at him. “My place or yours?” She wasn’t drunk, not even close. A small smile crept up onto her lips, though the feminist in her was bugging her right now. She shrugged a shoulder. “Maybe I just want to kiss first,” she answered, bringing her arms around Hayden’s neck. 

[isadorafoster]

[ ISADORA FOSTER. 26. FEMALE. SHE/HER] is here! They’ve lived in Silver Lake for [ ALL THEIR LIFE ] and are originally from [ SILVER LAKE ]. They are a [ FREELANCE WRITER ] and in their downtime love [ CAMPING ] and [ ADVENTURES ]. They look a lot like [ KRISTINE FROSETH ] and live [ ON REDCLIFF ST ]. (ooc: c, 26, she/her)

NAME: Isadora Foster BIRTHDAY: October 21, 1994 AGE: 26 ZODIAC SIGN: Scorpio OCCUPATION: Freelance writer/on and off bartender SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual HOMETOWN: Silverlake, California

Isadora came into this world just as her mother left it. Growing up, not having a mother definitely had an impact on her. Her father was not the best with emotions, but tried, awkwardly, though the two could never really connect that way. Nonetheless, they still hung out like friends would, and coexisted rather well. 

When Isadora was three years old, her widowed father remarried and his wife was pregnant. Isadora looked at her father one day at five years old and asked with tears in her eyes, “Dad, is it my fault my mama died?”

And that set the tone for the shaping of her character, believing that she wasn’t meant to be born.

She had at a very young age and has a very restless, wandering spirit. She throws herself from thing to thing almost manically, determined to participate in life even if she isn’t enjoying it, collecting experiences and adventures and thrills in a way. 

She was a very imaginative child, and threw herself into other worlds. Soon she began writing them down on the typewriter, and with age came better developed writing skills, until her teachers and her father recognized that she had real talent. 

Her father married into a very large family, while his and Isadora’s family was rather small, just her grandparents and an aunt, who provided almost maternal guidance to Isadora growing up. 

She felt extremely out of place at the family functions, but she does get along with her step-sister, who is like a blood sister to her. Upper class, the woman he married wasn’t who Isadora pictured her father with at all. Nonetheless, he was happy, so she didn’t say anything about her reservations. Lost - feeling a constant sense of being lost, Isadora has only stuck with one relationship. That was the relationship she had as a sixteen year old. The relationship was deep, loving, tender, soft--with another female, and lasted a year and a half until the other female moved for college, upon Isadora’s insistence.  

They wrote letters, trying to keep up with each other, for a year. But Isadora’s step-mother began to hide the letters, and she hasn’t talked to the other since. 

She has had a house on Redcliff Street for a few years which she’s made her own, and she is living off the income of a book of short stories that she published, while going back and forth to a bartending job.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

ex-girlfriend (PLZ!)

hookups/fwbs (m/f)

friends

best friends

co-workers

artistic friends

anything else!!

[korra-sandoval-aguilar]

Time: 23:00ish Place: Los Globos bar Who: Korra x a friend/customer/anyone

New Years eve always brought pesky thoughts of new beginnings and recaps to the year so Korra was almost happy to distance herself from that and be able to occupy herself with working the night at Los Globos. And it wasn’t like it was too hard of a work, as long as she kept an eye for her boss, made sure no shattered glasses were left unattended and everyone’s giddy she was free to enjoy a drink and a chat with the people there. At that point of night the brunette had already have her fair share of drinks ‘bought to her’ by customers for a little last minute of the year flirtation and the young woman was ready to find someone to dance about with. Korra made her way to a person near the bar “penny for your thoughts?” she smiled leaning on the counter”

[isadorafoster]

Cora always loved a party, and Los Globos was, after Dungeon, her favorite place to get a few drinks and listen to music, and of course participate in the drug scene if anyone was handing anything out. Right now she was stone cold sober and stood at the bar getting a whiskey in her, because she needed it. As soon as possible. She wasn’t the biggest fan of holidays, and her mother loved to remind her that she didn’t have a boyfriend (her mom carefully avoiding the fact that Cora was bisexual and could easily have a girlfriend, too, but whatever. That was her mother, and that was her mother’s problem.) Seeing her friend make her way over to the bar, Cora managed a smile and finished her drink. “Hmm, hey,” she murmured, giving a small smirk. “Yeah, I just need a few drinks. Wanna join?” 

[isadorafoster]

REMI 📲 CORA

remi: so i'm up on the roof and i'm a little concerned

remi: like people are drinking A LOT

remi: and did i mention we're on a ROOF? i can't be the only one who can sense disaster coming

cora: one question, why am i not there

[isadorafoster]

nell → cora

Nell: Merry Christmas 🎅🏻

Nell: I'm celebrating by getting drunk enough to facetime my parents.

Nell: Please tell me yours is going much better.

Cora: Hey! Merry Christmas. ❣️

Cora: Ahhh. Me too, actually, except it's a family lunch instead of facetime. Sorry. Wanna get drunk with me tonight?

[isadorafoster]

Nic 📲 Cora

Nic: A few questions

Nic: 1) What are you doing on NYE 2) Can you keep a secret 3) Are you afraid of heights

Cora: Getting drunk or high, probably. Yes I can keep a secret. Not afraid of heights. What are you thinking? Because I'm intrigued.

[camiryans-deactivated20210104]

“It’s a goddamn Christmas miracle,” Cami exclaimed, unable to keep the stupid, genuine, big ol’ grin off her face. She didn’t gush or squeal or express joy in any similar way. But she did smile. And ramble. “You’re not gonna believe what I found, dude.” Estate sales could be really hit or miss. The one she went to that afternoon had been a definite hit. “I’m digging around in this big fucking box and guess what I found? Bob Dylan’s second album in mint condition.” She shook her head, still unable to believe it. “A stereo copy of the original version with Talkin’ John Birch Blues on it.” Maybe a handful of copies existed and she had gotten her grubby little paws on one. “I can’t decide if I want to sell it or keep it for my own personal collection.”

[isadorafoster]

Cora looked up, mostly uncaring, at Cami until her attention was peaked and she pulled her eyebrows together and a little smile formed on her face. “No shit,” she said back. “Um---keep it! Are you kidding me? Don’t you dare give that away. If you’re still considering it I’ll fight you for it.” She raised her brows teasingly, harmlessly, the small smile still on her lips.