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[maia mitchell — 28 — she/her] Introducing ISABELLE LOCKWOOD . Word on the street is they are a SURGICAL RESIDENT & ASSISTANT FOR ATHENA MARCHMAIN, having been around for 3 YEARS . Despite an otherwise clear record, sometimes they are known to engage with THE SYNDICATE'S affairs. Though they are STUBBORN and HOT-HEADED , they can also be COMPASSIONATE and OPTIMISTIC. In the chaos of New York City, they’re sure to fit right in.
bios & wcs under the cut.
▸ devils that you know raise worse hell than a stranger. (Sebastian)
"Yeah, don't I know it." She spoke curtly, tight lipped as she looked up at Sebastian. It had been a while since she had seen him, or Vanja. It wasn't there fault, she had distanced herself from almost everyone when she was attacked. If she couldn't trust one of her own to not hurt her, how in the hell was Isabelle meant to trust anyone else? "It's not you, you know. Or Vanja. I've just... Had a lot going on. Extra shifts and all of that."
❝ how have you been sleeping? ❞ - axel
The question almost caused her to laugh, but Isabelle caught it before it came out, turning it into somewhat of a scoff. Sleeping wasn't the word for what she was able to do, only really getting in the few vital hours she needed for her body to still run in the on-call rooms of the hospital on her breaks, or the rare quiet moments. Isabelle still found it difficult to sleep alone in her own bed, even with the new security system that would be loud enough to wake her if anyone broke in. "I get some sleep, on breaks at work." She answered honestly. There was no point in lying to Axel, he was one of the few that saw through her lies most of the time. "It's just going to take time, I'll be able to sleep at home soon, I'm sure." Was she sure? No, not really. But god, she was hopeful. When she was on her own in her home the nightmares came, so even if she managed to fall asleep it was never for long. "How are you doing?" The doctor questioned, trying to take the spotlight off of herself for a moment at least.
❝ are you sure you didn’t want to mention something to me? ❞
"Zed, I know you enough to know you're the type of guy that doesn't care to know the details of people's lives. I know if I wanted to talk, you'd be there, listen, you'd store the information and you wouldn't care to talk about it again but... honestly, there's nothing more you need to know other than I appreciate all your help that night." Isabelle didn't like talking about it, that much was clear. Mathias had left her traumatised, yet furiously determined to give him a taste of his own medicine. She still struggled sleeping alone in her home, even with the newly installed and highly recommended security system, and if she did sleep, it was like she relived it in her nightmares. "I'm fine now, almost fully healed." It had been a month, maybe two. Isabelle was on the mend and doing good physically. "At the point where I can at least buy you a drink to thank you." There was no doubt in her mind, she would likely have bled out without Zed's help.
You don't want to know who did this.
Which means it's someone Oz knows. And that makes him livid. His brow furrows, his lips form a hard line as he glares at her. Because if anything, that's even more reason to be told who the hell broke into her apartment.
And she talks of revenge. How? She's not a hitman. And she's been apparently caught unawares once already. Who the fuck...
"I can look into security systems." He knows enough from his time on jobs to know which are faulty or miss certain spots - and the ones he would try to avoid, sneaking around to get the upper hand on a target. "But. If this is someone we know... I worry he'll do it again. Not just to you, maybe to someone else." Is it a Syndicate member? It always fucking is, isn't it?
He sighs. "...Probably could. I help set up accounts. Get money to the right people. I have a lot of addresses to send the appropriate documents to the right people." Oz waits. Will you tell me?
"It stays between us, you do not do or say anything stupid that ends up in you getting hurt. I can't deal with that Oz, someone else getting hurt because I couldn't keep my mouth shut. Promise me? Then I'll tell you, and you can see about getting me that address?" Isabelle questioned, her facial expressions showing that she was entirely serious about the words that came out of her mouth. She never wanted to see Oz hurt again, not after the last time.
She chews on her lower lip, debating with herself, fighting against the urge to confide in him but she never was very good at keeping anything from Oz. "Mathias. Mathias broke into my home, gave me the option of hurting myself or him hurting me... Turned into both anyway." Isabelle confessed quietly, studying Oz's features carefully for his reaction to the information. "Apparently death is a gift. He's psychotic, something is deeply wrong with him." But what could she do about it? She just prayed that one day he ended up needing a medic, and his life was in her hands. She didn't know if she would break her oath of do no harm, but she certainly would make sure that he wouldn't have an easy recovery.
"And what would be those consequences if we kept what you said between us?" Axel asked as he stared at his friend. He wanted to help -- he did -- but he wouldn't force her to discuss what happened. He'd ask questions, yes, but if she told him to drop it, he would. For now, anyway.
"Dealing with it, like being out at a bar when you should be at home resting?" Axel knew with th eway she moved and walked, she had to be more hurt than what she was letting on. "Stitches..." Axel let out a sigh, the thought of kissing her was put to a halt. "Isabelle. Can you at least tell me how this happened and why you're not in bed, having someone take care of you?"
"You wouldn't like it Axel, and I think you would get yourself into trouble." Perhaps she was overstating how much Axel cared; would he really fly off the handle at Mathias for hurting her? A fuck buddy at worst, a friend at best? She doubted it but, it wasn't worth the risk of someone else getting hurt because of her. She had a plan she just had to find out where the other lived.
It was clear the distraction of a kiss wasn't coming any time soon, so sighing she leaned back in the booth, drink in hand. "I don't want to be in my home, Axel. Not alone. Not until I have some sort of security system. It's not... I don't feel safe there anymore. They broke into my home, they made me hurt myself and then they hurt me." Isabelle spoke quietly, taking in a large mouthful of her drink as she glanced up at him. "And I don't have someone I can call on to come and take care of me, not someone I would burden with this anyway."
"You have, that is true. And I've been nice enough not to do any of this before, so we're even. This is how I say thank you, dying is a gift you know?" Mathias was aware of how dangerous it was to hurt one of the medics, but he had patched himself up in the past and could do so until Isabelle got over it.
"Good choice!" Mathias let go of her now and handed over the knife. He didn't seem to hesitate about handing her a weapon, looking calm and sure of himself. "Go on then, I'll let you know if you did good enough".
"A gift?" Isabelle repeated, clearly not holding the same opinion that the hitman did. "You should work a shift in the ER and see if you think that death is still a gift when you hear the screams of grieving families, Mathias. I never knew you were so naive." She spat, taking the knife from him with shaking hands.
She had a plan, she thought. Lull him into a false sense of security, knife slicing across her upper forearms once, twice, three times. Drawing blood, deep enough that she'd need stitches but not deep enough to do permanent damage. She swapped the knife to her other hand, her dominant hand, and lunged for Mathias.
It was true, Mathias had no interest in what was on the phone, he just wanted to know why Isabelle was so protective over it. Perhaps it could have been something he could exploit in the future.
The command caught his attention. Mathias had heard people beg and bargain with him in order to live. They'd threaten or try to appeal to his lacking sympathy. In the moments before death, they'd fight so hard to live. He could never be persuaded sadly. His life was governed by his noncompliance.
He sighed, and increased his grip, "You know what's not very fun, Isabelle? All the people who think they can tell me what to do. Listen. Let go. Go away. It's tiring". He pulled out a knife and held it to her, "I'll give you a choice, okay? I can hurt you badly or you can hurt yourself. Which one do you want?"
She gasped as the knife was pulled out, and tried to pull away but the grip that he held on her kept Isabelle in his grip. "I--... Why are you doing this? I've helped you, healed you, on countless occasions. And this is how you say thank you?" It was a dangerous game, playing with one of the medics that worked to save you when you were hurt. Isabelle certainly wouldn't forget it.
But perhaps, if she was given the choice of hurting herself, she could win the upper hand. If she was given that knife... "Myself. I'll hurt myself." Isabelle replied shakily, swallowing thickly as she looked up at the other.
There's more to it. He can feel it. His brow furrows but he doesn't push too hard. "...Go after them?" Oz points out, and leans in closer to her. "So you know who it is." Because it's as easy as that. She's already revealed she knows. It would make no sense for her to 'find' them and go after them if she didn't know who it was.
"And you're not telling me for some reason." Oz observes - states, rather than asks. But he nods gently. "I'll help you figure out a security system. If you tell me what the fuck is going on." She's nearly saved his life, multiple times. So maybe he's protective. Maybe he wants to make sure she's alright. And to make sure whoever did this shit to her isn't doing it to anyone else.
"Oz..." She started, a sigh escaping from her lips as she reached for his hand, squeezing it softly. "I can't tell you who did it. All I can say was that I was attacked, in my own home, and when I'm healed from the injuries I received I would like to get my revenge on the bastard." Isabelle paused, knowing he wasn't going to be happy with not getting to know who did it. "Trust me, you don't want to know who did this. Please, don't make me tell you." If he asked one more time she wasn't sure she'd have the resolve to not tell him. Anyone else, it would be easy but Oz... Well, it was different with him. With all they'd been through, her saving him to the best of her abilities plus the rest of their history. It was a lot.
"Please just... Just help me out. I don't want the security systems that are shitty and don't work well. And I'm going to need you to tell me how to break into someone's place." Though, how would she work out where Mathias lived? Maybe Oz would know... Would it be worth the fallout in telling him? "If I needed to know where someone lived, would you know? Or know how to find out?"
"If I was reporter; working and going in a protest would both be true. And you wouldn't question it, yeah? I'm not lying and neither was he. It was both." The look in his eyes, you could tell it was the truth. Now question would be, what had been work in the protest. Or, had they been on their way to work and got caught in the protest. Or changed plan and joined? But he was telling the truth, that was certain. "Aye! I'm forgiven. See, all worth the pain. I'm bad at being straight." They joked with a big smile as he quietly took the pain caused by the stitches. Fighting in the Arène was a lot more painful than this. "So... you're available tonight?" Maybe she'd prefer to wait, or just be around him tonight, or maybe she'd prefer to be with the both of them. Who could tell...
"I believe you." She spoke, chewing on her lower lip as she worked on Sebastian's injury. It wasn't a bad one, not as bad as it could have been if his story was the truth. Isabelle stayed quiet as he spoke, choosing to concentrate on her work rather than his joking, it would be better for both of them if she did that. "Yes, I'm available tonight. Is that an invite to finally come over and see your home and the pool?" If he cancelled again, Belle wouldn't be as forgiving. It was the first mistake, the first thing that had marked either of them down but she could forgive them considering the work situation that had come up. It must've been out of their control, for them to cancel so last minute like that.
Maia Mitchell as Lady Belle Fox || The Artful Dodger 1.01
He looks up and his brow furrows in confusion. Security systems? Breaking into someone’s house? Too much. Oz knows far too much about how to slip in and out of someone’s place. But why?
“….did someone break in?” He puts two and two together pretty easily by how she’s talking, and his expression hardens, lips forming a hard line. “Are you alright? What the hell happened?”
She hesitated when he asked that, not knowing whether she should tell him or not. Isabelle knew that if one person could get her to tell them what happened, it would be Oz, but that made it all the more complicated. She couldn't tell someone within The Syndicate, she couldn't tell Oz. What could he do? What could anyone do? "Yes, someone broke in. So I need a security system and I need to know how to break into someone's house. I'm fine, I will be fine. When I'm better, when I'm healed, I'm going to go after them. Show them I'm not a toy they can play with because their bored. It's the only way to make sure it doesn't happen again."
✧･ﾟ— OPEN STARTER
— CENTRAL PARK ; LATE AFTERNOON
With a strong black coffee and croissant in hand, Athena strolled through the park. It was a sunny day, albeit a little cold, but with the greenery of the trees spreading across the city and with the blooming of the spring flowers it finally felt as though winter was a distant memory.
Athena’s morning had been filled by work. She had a meeting with a important client at 9am and a buyer come to collect their $80,000 painting an hour later; it was then pencilling in more meetings after that and a long lunch with a business partner afterwards. It wasn’t until now that the clouds in Athena’s mind cleared and she was able to relax, so she quickly found an unoccupied bench before anyone else could take it and put down her coffee beside her as she tucked into her croissant, careful not to drop crumbs on her coat.
It wasn’t long before she had company, though. Looking up, Athena feigned surprise as she moved her coffee cup slightly closer to her so the other person had space to sit. “Is there really no other free bench in this entire park?”
"I'm sure that there is, but unfortunately this couldn't wait." Isabelle spoke, an apologetic smile on her face as she glanced over at the other. "Your 4pm called me, I had to find you, they're asking if it can be moved up to well... in about thirty minutes. I couldn't see anything in your schedule but I didn't want to say yes just in case you had something planned in that wasn't there." The doctor was only a part time assistant for the other, but there were still calls that came through to her if no one else was answering the phone. Luckily, it had been her day off from the hospital so she could drop everything and study Athena's schedule to try and figure out where she may be.
"What do you want me to call them back and say?" Isabelle asked, phone in hand as she waited for an answer from Athena.
"Which one is it for you, Isabelle?" Axel asked as he observed her, carefully. He didn't know her as well as his ex, Izara, but he felt like he knew her enough to figure out when she was lying. "Because I have different answers depending on which one it is."
He nodded and grabbed their drinks. As he stood, he turned and watched as she stood up from the chair. The way she moved clearly meant that she was hurting, or at the very least uncomfortable, in more than one area of her body. He chose to sit next to her instead of across from her in the booth. "A distraction?" He asked as he slid her glass towards her. He took a gulp of his own before placing his down on the table in front of him. Axel then turned his body towards Isabelle. "Well... you have two options. I could do my best to talk your ear off, or..." He lifted a hand and brushed a fingers over her lips. "I don't see bruises on your lips."
"I can't speak about it, because I'm worried of the consequences." She admitted, because realistically she knew what help she needed. She had needed medical help, so she had gone to Zed. She needs a security system, so she will get one. When she's healed, she wants revenge on Mathias, and she would get it. "But I don't have to talk about it, either. It's... I just can't answer whatever questions you might have, Axel. What happened, has happened. I'm just trying my best to deal with it." It was hard, mostly because of work if she were honest. And Isabelle didn't know what she would do the next time she was called by The Syndicate because one of them needed medical attention, and it was Mathias she was presented with.
"You would be correct, my lips are not bruised." Isabelle replied, though she was sure that her body would not handle falling into bed with Axel yet again, kissing was something that she could do. "Just don't expect for this to lead to either one of our beds. I think you'd tear my stitches." Though sleeping in her home on her own had become hard since the intrusion of Mathias, perhaps she could convince Axel to stay the night. She knew that she shouldn't expect that of him, but the question could come later.
"I'm very lucky; couldn't you tell?" He asked, showing the large scar on his throat. Now that was some miracle called Vanja. And that murder attempt had made killing his aunt and uncle sweeter. "No no. I'm healthy man. No allergies." Sebastian grinned as the doctor smiled; it was hard to resist him when he wanted someone. "I can be stuck anytime you want." He pointed out, winking at her. He pouted at the reminder of leaving. "We wanted to be in protest and got arrested. Would've called you earlier, but good friend got hurt and work happened. Wanted to give you space. But then missed prettiest doctor. And I had to apologise face to face, yes?!" He leaned into Isabelle, looking her in the eyes. "Forgive me?" He murmured, pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear.
She had noticed the scar before, but a scar where his was... She didn't wish to pry and ask about it. Isabelle imagined that whatever happened would have been traumatic enough that he may not wish to talk about it. "Good. I'll get started then, just try to stay as still as you can, and if it hurts too much I can get you some pain relief." The doctor spoke as she started to clean the area thoroughly, before getting the sutures ready. "I'm not a plastic surgeon, so I can't promise you won't have a small scar, but it shouldn't be anything too bad." She listened to Sebastian as she worked on his injury, chewing on her lower lip as she digested the information. "Vanja said you had work. You're saying it was a protest. So which is true?" Their stories didn't match, and that made her a little bit wary of if she could trust them again but she had already forgiven Ja. Wouldn't it be mean to make Seb work harder for it? He got closer, and her breath hitched in her throat, "I promise you, you don't want to make me lose concentration right now." She chuckled, "I forgive you. Just get your stories straight next time."
⏤ Elizabeth wasn't truly believing in her words. On the other hand, she knew when you have a rough day, and wanted to avoid a topic that does not leave her mind. ❛ If you ever need someone to hear, you can count on me. ❜ She is a good listener, most of the time. She just wanted to let the other know, she wasn't alone. However, she wouldn't pry into something the others did not want to talk about. ❛ My day is meh. ❜ There isn't anything thrilling going on. And she was upset at her father. Sulking all day. ❛ On the bright side, I might adopt a pet soon. ❜
"Thank you, I appreciate it. You too." Isabelle offered in return, trying her best to offer a genuine smile. She was good at pretending, even if the smile didn't quite reach her eyes. "Oh that is a bright side! What kind were you thinking? I've wanted a cat for a while, but I don't think it's fair considering I'm barely home. Maybe a goldfish. All I gotta do with them is feed them and clean the tank every once in a while."
"Is it? Why?" Mathias was being nosy for no good reason. Was there something to be ashamed about on the phone? Did he care? It would be fun to make her squirm a bit by exploiting that.
"Why? I'm already here, and you're already here! I don't see why you can't cure my boredom now. You've cured all the wounds I've gotten before, what's the difference?"
Mathias could pinpoint the moment someone would make their fatal mistake. He didn't move as she rushed towards him, she was quick he could give her that. Not as quick as him. He grabbed her arm, the one reaching for her phone and yanked her away.
"Hey now, that's not the game we're playing Isabelle. Don't ruin this for us". His grip was hard as he grinned, "You're so worked up over the phone I don't think you're paying enough attention to me".
"Because it's not for your eyes, nor is it something you would enjoy, I'm sure." Isabelle replied curtly, eyes flitting between him and the unlocked screen of her phone beneath the others foot.
He grabbed her as she rushed forward, and she let out a surprised little yelp. "Mathias, you're hurting me. Let go." Isabelle tried to command, trying her best to squirm her way out of his hard grip. "You want my attention? You had that already. You don't have to grab me like this to get it. Just let me have my phone back, and you'll have all the attention you could want."
Curing boredom was a lot different to curing wounds, and he had to know that. Isabelle had no idea what his interests were outside of The Syndicate, so she sincerely doubted that she was the type of person who would be able to entertain him and cure the boredom. "I'm not ruining anything, let me go."
