Deceitful and Rebellious

Isla Delgado | 29 497| Waitress at Babikov's Diner | Traitor |

[islaxdelgado]

“ Maybe you’re right. But my patience is running thin and having to change three to four times a day because my clothes get soaking wet due the rain is not the best ideal thing, you know? ”

“Why bother changing, then? Just leave the clothes on you until you get home and change for bed. No use in ruining good outfits, if you know you’re gonna get soaked anyway.”

[islaxdelgado]

“Great!” Tamsin all but beamed at the waitress. She didn’t want to just sit around alone, with no one to talk to, but she didn’t want to impose, either, which is why she was so happy when the woman agreed to join her. “I’m Tamsin, by the way. Tas for short.” She introduced.

“Isla.” She returned the introduction, taking a sip of the whiskey she poured. “So, what brings you here, Tas? A drink or something to pass the time?”

[islaxdelgado]

                             A brief smile graced her lips as the glass of water was placed in front of her. “It’s a hard thing to do sometimes,” she muses with a sigh. “Especially here. This place isn’t… forgiving. I dunno if that’s a good or a bad thing.” Aggie paused for a moment before realization dawned on her face. “The city, I mean,” she corrects quickly. “Not the Diner. This place is actually very nice.”

Isla laughed at her apparent nervousness. “Relax, sugar, I know what you meant.” She pursed her lips as she thought about what she’s said. “Truthfully, it’s both. Nowhere is forgiving in this world, but I guess it all shapes you up to be the person you are. It’ unfair, damned unfair and hard, but it is how it is. We endure. We survive. It’s gotta mean something in the end, right?”

[islaxdelgado]

Location: Portia City; near Babikov’s Diner Time: 02:37 a.m

The rain was maddening. Thunder roared all around her and if it weren’t for her keen intuition and the most of her immortal life spent near a battlefield, she would have overheard the bomb -- the chaos exploded with an intensity turning half the city into a different kind of battlefield. Chaos took over as people pushed one another, squeezing though, metaphorical, keyholes to escape the fires which threatened to engulf the city. It came near the diner, the fragments of the bomb, burning cloth, pine-cones exploding as fire burned them, serving as a mini projectile to spread the fire, spread the chaos.

Isla replied to the situation with a heavy sigh, almost as if she was bored by it. ‘Here we go again.’- she thought, shaking her head at it. Fortunately enough for her, as she really despised to run in high heels and taking them off was a no go, the diner was safe from chaos thanks to it being located further from the burning Police Station and Monorail. She exited the diner every now and then to inspect the situation, her hair damping from the minutes she’s spent outside, on the pouring rain. One would though it’d help extinguishing the fire, but no -- arson fires were never that easy to put out, especially if they came from a bomb.

She re-entered the diner, frowning as she noticed someone sitting on a bar-stool, their backs to her. Isla arched her eyebrow, as she inched closer to them.

“So, did you really come for a drink in the midst of the chaos?” She asked, adding in an amused tone; “It’s still gonna cost you something.”

[islaxdelgado]

Lyra ventured pretty close to the Garden, the Portia city. She was restless, and there was just too much pain around her ( agony almost as dark as hers was, and it took her spiraling back to that wretched place ) and she needed a respite. Not wanting to bother Ava or Axel, she made her way towards a neutral-zone territory, at least that’s what she thought about the little antique diner.

Propping herself up on a stool, she smiled to the woman the moment she spoke. “Evening. Do you have whiskey?’” Lyra asked.

Isla looked at the pretty brunette occupying the chair and she tilted her head as she observed her, before the woman asked for whiskey. “Sure we do, sugar. Ice or no ice?” She asked as she spun around on her high heels towards the liquor bar, producing the bottle and a glass, waiting for the girl to complete her order.

[islaxdelgado]

Three minutes to midnight. There was absolutely no reason for him to be there. The diner encapsulated all that had ever gone wrong in his life, and yet inexorably he was pulled into it out of the late-night rain. Stink of over-cooked oil, fatty grease and the sweetness of whatever the gentleman in the corner had ordered for himself mingled together into one wretched, overwhelming but familiar concoction. Proteus settled by the bar, just a twitch of a relieved smile as the jukebox transitioned smoothly into the next song, it hadn’t done that in months. Clearly, the mechanic was well worth the money. “An Old Fashioned,” he soothed over the vivacious melody that reverberated off the walls.

“Didn’t know we were using pet-names.” Proteus canted his head, his lips touched with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Thought I’d check in with you. It appears however, that you’re doing just fine without my assistance.” He leant one elbow against the counter as he regarded her, a deeper connection wasn’t needed to tell the smile was fake. Proteus didn’t question it. Not openly. “Eladia could have covered the late shift.”

As she recognised Proteus, Isla smirked, her smile more honest this time. “Ah, I thought I felt the temperature drop the moment I heard the ding of the door.” She spoke, teasingly, her smile widening slightly. Proteus was like a father to her; yes, he often had an expression of an iceberg, but she knew that somewhere, deep down; very, very deep down, he truly cared and it was enough for her. He simply had problems expressing his feelings in a standard human way, but she couldn’t really blame him - she was a lot like that good few years following Florence’s death.

“Well, that’s sweet of you. I thought you didn’t want to be here any more than it was necessary.” She commented, and the sentiment approved her mood by a fragment. In that moment, she understood why he came in to check up on her, and it made her smile turn half-sad, half-thankful. “It’s okay, I don’t mind the distraction.” She said after a second. “So, what can I get you?”

[islaxdelgado]

Tamsin was wandering around the city. Yes, she knew it was a stupid-ass decision that could get her deactivated, or worse, but she was so tired of being cooped up down at the Pyre, that she just needed some fresh air. Or, well, fresher. Alas, but the fate would have it that after a while of walking, she’d found herself in a diner, open 24/7 from what she’s gathered, as it was 3 minutes to midnight and the bar was still crowded.

Tas wandered towards the bar, jumping up on a stool, when a pretty brunette called out for her order. “Hi. Yeah, uh… I’d like – “She quickly scanned the liquor display behind the woman, narrowing her eyes as she found her order. “Bourbon, please?” She said with a smile, before clearing her throat. “You can, uh, join me? I mean, if you’re not too occupied by work.” Tas offered.

She certainly could use a drink. Isla nodded, turning around and grabbing a bottle of bourbon, poring the blonde girl a glass of it. For a split of second, she reminded her of someone; she used to be that shy and open, too trusting for a moment, even if the circumstances made her to not trust anyone, not after what her parents had done to her. As the blonde offered a drink, Isla arched her eyebrow, pondering for a moment.

“I can easily serve whoever walks in next, but I have a few minutes to spare.” She accepted, pouring herself a glass of whiskey. It’d be good for her to talk to someone, chat mindlessly. It would prevent her from thinking about the one who should have been here with her.

[islaxdelgado]

Isla’s Memories

Task 002. Self-reflecting. Her apartment.

She remembers the first time she saw her wife. Florence was scouting for enemies, spies, but instead she had found Isla sitting on the ground, making a really poor origami out of a pamphlet she’s found of the ground. She remembered the way the woman called for her, the way their eyes met, brown orbs meeting brown orbs. Everything else fell back into background, faded. It was then that their bond was created, then that the two of them fell in love with each other, and for a while it was a true cliché -- true love, love at first sight.

But, their true love could not save them, spare them. Florence was killed in action, the last rebellion against those who oppressed them, but Isla couldn’t find it in her to care. Everything faded once again, only this time for a different reason entirely. This time she faded -- she felt it happen, not solely because of their bond, no. When Florence took a shot, and fell on her knees, Isla felt it - it felt like her heart was ripped from her chest, a quick pang of pain and then there was nothing. When Florence died, her life seemed to have ended, too.

But, then she’s found a new purpose, in form of her good friend or how she liked to regard him, adoptive father, Proteus. He understood her, valued her and listened to her in a different way than Florence did, not as a lover who wanted to keep her shielded from information and rebellion, but as a friend, a team-mate, who valued her opinion, her thinking and her ideas. There was a particular incident, after Florence’s death that Isla looks somewhat fondly of. She helped Proteus when he fled Avalon, despite of all that he’s done, directly or indirectly, to her. They bonded, sharing similar thoughts and goals. This time, she hopes fate would not take the only other person she grew to care about. This time, she will intervene.

[islaxdelgado]

Location: Babikov Diner. Time: 11:57 pm.

Isla was leaned over the counter, placing a handful of empty glasses on a tray. She was working late night shift again, but this time she didn’t really mind. It was supposed to be her wedding anniversary in three minutes, and she was supposed to spend it with her significant other, but Florence was dead, and after all these years Isa still could not let it go. Her mood was souring by the moment, but she kept her flirty smile on, especially as the next customer sat by the bar.

“What can I get you, sugar?” She asked, clearing the counter in front of them, placing the remaining two glasses on the tray.

[islaxdelgado]

                             AGGIE’S eyebrows briefly. That… it was a good point. “I guess it’s not me looking at it more so than me knowing, uh… knowing that it’s there.” Taking another small beat to ponder it, the young woman blinked herself out of the moment, smiling softly. “Uh, water. Water is… that’s fine.”

Isla nodded, before turning around to pour her a tall glass, placing it in front of the girl. “With that I can agree. It’s good to remember you have something to live for.” Whether it be just breathing.

[islaxdelgado]

“ I think general is the key word there. It might be general but certainly isn’t for everyone. And it certainly doesn’t add anything for me… not when I’ve seen more than this. ”

Isla hummed, slightly shrugging. “After every rainy period comes sun. You just have to be patient, y’know. It won’t last forever. But, I kinda prefer it to sun. I find the heat intolerable.”

[littlebarlow-blog]

                          AGGIE tilted her gaze down to the word etched into the skin of her wrist in black ink — breathe. ❝ It’s a reminder, ❞ she says, smiling faintly, fingertips brushing over the tattoo. ❝ When things feel like they’re getting to be too much. It’s calming, you know? ❞

[islaxdelgado]

“I guess. Though, I doubt that in your blackest hour you remember to look at your wrist.” Isla said with a shrug, leaning against the counter. “So, what can I get you, sugar? Alcohol?”

[alexishcmmond]

“I miss the sunny days.” Alex voiced, not really directed to anyone. Eyes closing for a second as she pressed her back against the nearest wall.

[islaxdelgado]

“That’s bad, sugar. I actually find the glumness adds to the general mood.”

[wordsnquotes]

When you live in the dark for so long, you begin to love it. And it loves you back, and isn’t that the point? You think, the face turns to the shadows, and just as well. It accepts, it heals, it allows. But it also devours.

Raymond Carver,  Late Fragment (via danselions)

[islaxdelgado]

Isla’s Worst Nightmare

Task 001. Self-reflecting. Her apartment.

How can one be afraid of things, when one’s whole life was nothing but one large fear? Trivialities such as darkness, spiders or clowns didn’t get to her. She thought loneliness didn’t, too, but after waking up alone in her bed, she wished there was someone to hug her, tell her everything will be fine -- even if nothing would ever be fine. After Florence, after her wife’s death, Isla thought she could endure everything. After all, her worst nightmare came true -- the woman she loved more than anything in life was dead. Killed by the very thing the went up against, and on the last Rebel mission before they were squashed like ants under a magnifying glass. The bad guys had won, and they took, and took, and took until there was nothing left, no one left.

For a long while Isla thought she would never love again, never feel such pain of loss again. She thought she was protected. But, she was wrong. There was someone she grew to love, a dear, dear friend -- an only friend, and a man she was helping, keeping hidden and who, in return, offered her a job. Proteus Babikov. She loves him, dearly, and for a while she thought she’d be able to betray him if the need ever arises. But, now? Now she’s not so sure, even if she has her doubts about him betraying her too, if he had the chance.

Her fear arose again. It was the same, again. She doesn’t want to lose any more people, not anymore, not again.

And what will she do to protect her only friend?

She will fight.

If it was the last thing she’d do.

[edenshq]

Age: Twenty-Nine (497)

Alliance: Traitors

Bond Shared: Formerly Florence Branson & Proteus Babikov Currently Unknown

Occupation: Waitress at Babikov’s Dinner

Residency: The Void Apartments

Species: Immortal

Isla Delgado was born in Avalon to mortal parents, yet when they learned that their daughter could be one of the kids who could become immortal they dumped her as a baby on the shallows – the most barren and deserted sector of Avalon. The infected and toxic air wouldn’t kill her, but not having anyone to look after her would. The shallows was an isolated and difficult place to survive in and it was only because of a group of rebels that Isla survived. They protected her and kept her hidden from Avalon’s assassin’s and guaranteed her a secure life, or as much of one as they could in times of rebellion.

As years went by Isla’s views on the rebellion and everything that had happened because of it changed. She was never forced to become a rebel, she had chosen to be one by default, yet that was something she regretted tremendously once she grew up. The young girl knew they stood and fought for a good cause — it gave everyone a chance to live freely and not under the despicable rule of Proteus — but she wanted nothing to do with them. If it wasn’t for the fact that they’d saved her life and kept her safe as she grew, she would have left the resistance. While she’d decided to stay all of those years she never took part in any mission or special task that were given to some member’s — she wasn’t going to betray them but she wouldn’t help them, either.

More time passed and this routine stayed the same. Isla would stay back at the rebel facilities watching over the place while everyone else went on big missions to stop ‘the bad guys’. She’d outgrown her childhood reasoning’s of staying put, instead focusing now on her one true purpose: her wife Florence. As she grew tired of the never ending battles and conflict, she’d found solace in the other woman — whom she’d later discover to be her bond companion. Unlike Isla, Florence always took part in missions and loved being a part of the rebellion. Because of this Isla knew her ideas of running away and leaving would never happen. The other woman was the only thing tying her to Avalon, keeping her in place. Devastation struck when Florence died on a mission, leaving Isla without her bond companion and every reason to leave — and that’s what she did. She now despised everything that had to do with the rebellion and had been given the one final push to leave.

A few months prior to the war that would end Proteus’s reign, Isla fled to the only place she knew to run to: Eden. Yet she wasn’t entirely sure what she would stumble across. A nation many had talked about? Or nothing? Luckily Eden was real and soon the place became the home she had always wanted. Settling into The Hive, she remained hidden for years obtaining information. Learning about the nation, making sure to know who was friend or foe. And this time? This time she’ll choose wisely who she’ll stand with.

Connections

Florence Branson: Florence was Isla’s first bond companion and the one she considered to be the most important one, this being because they were wives. They met and fell in love long before they found out they were bond companions. Decided to be together as long as they were allowed to because there was nothing else they would’ve want to. And though both women were immortals - the type of life they were living was bound to get one of them either hurt badly or killed…. Sadly their time together was not as long as they had expected. After years of managing to survive every little mission she had been given, Florence died on what would be the last mission for the rebellion before the war that would take Avalon down. After her wife’s death, Isla soon left Avalon. After all she had only stayed back because of Florence and now she not only needed to leave because she had come to despise the rebellion - but because every place in the forsaken land, reminded her of what she lost and was not able to safe.

Proteus Babikov: Though he is the reason behind everything that happened back at her birth place - and the one to blame for every single mortal having access to the immortality serum, Isla has become very close to him. She has provided him with shelter ever since he escaped Avalon and came to Eden. And it goes far more than just him happening to be her second bond companion. Proteus has proved himself to be someone Isla can trust and also someone she can shares her plans and thoughts with - that also agrees with her. In the little time they’ve spent around each other, the man has turned out to be more of a father figure to her than any of the rebels she once shares a room with. And though Isla is willing to start a war once again - fight alongside Proteus - Isla would be also willing to betray him if the occasion called for it. He might be the closest thing she has to a friend or family; but she knows that it came down to anything, she’d be willing to turn against him - after all, that’s what he will do too. Or so she believes.

Isla Delgado is an immortal and a traitor. She is portrayed by  Morena Baccarin  and she is Available.

[breathtakingqueens]

My mom is an actress, but she never really pushed me into it, and it was never something I thought I would be doing. She was very happy I decided to, but she certainly doesn’t offer me criticism because she knows I’d tell her to shut up! Nobody wants to hear that from their mum!