#isaac 001

[lottiebecker]

starter for: @isaacxmarshall​

location: the courthouse 

The box was an awkward dsize, but luckily since it was mostly filled with paperwork, it wasn’t unbearably heavy. Still, after Charlotte climbed the steps of the courthouse, battling with the heavy wooden doors while keeping everything in order must have been a sight for anyone passing by. She could have waited, or asked for help, but what kind of impression would she be making first weeks into the job if she couldn’t even deliver some legal documents and evidence?

“Which way to the District Attorney’s office?” She asked, looking to one of the people passing by the front desk barrier. “Who are you?” It was asked with a scoff that made Charlotte’s expression twist up slightly in annoyance. What did she have to do? Get a name tag VIP pass? “I’m with Thompson Legal. I need to see the D.A.” If this guy thought he was going to get any more information out of her, he was sorely mistaken. “If you aren’t going to point me in the right direction, I’m sure there’s more important things for you to do here than harass me.”

The employee sputtered, trying to come up with some sort of comeback and Charlotte set the box down with a loud, echoing crash on the front desk. “I’ll wait.”

[benjamin-hastings]

CLOSED START FOR: @isaacbendavid​

LOCATION: ANTI-VALENTINE’S DAY PARTY, VICE NIGHTCLUB

Benji was enjoying his night. Chatting with Annie, getting a little intoxicated, the party at Vice was all going according to plan. Not that there really was a plan, but he was happy and it looked like Katie was having a nice time. When she made her way outside, he’d followed only a few moments after, finding it curious she’d be leaving without mentioning anything to him — only to happen upon what quickly devolved into a pretty ugly scene between she and some Tommy Shelby wannabe. Whoever he was, there was a history there. History that Benji wasn’t privy to — and he was prepared to leave it that way until Katie filled him in, until a particular insult wafting through the air caught his attention. There was Katie, beautiful, kind, perfect Katie, tears streaming down her face as she ran back inside, not even noticing Benji. His eyes snapped to Isaac next. He hadn’t let an argument with Flo ruin his night — siblings fought, it wouldn’t be the last time they did, certainly. But he couldn’t stand by and let this smug son of a bitch talk to the mother of his child in such a manner.

“Hey, asshole!” Benji unbuttoned his jacket, range of motion necessary as he quickly stepped over, hands grabbing the collar of Isaac’s jacket as he then threw him back against the exterior of the club, knocking over the standing ashtray as he slammed him into the concrete. One more solid motion, and Benji’s fist was clashing into the man’s face. It was only after he felt the sting in his knuckles that he recognized the face before him. Wasn’t this the guy from the playdate? “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

[missmary]

Where: Carkitt Market Who: Mary && @isaac-d-buchanan​

It always amused her when work took her to the Museum of Muggle Curiosities but occasionally something would come up that required her attention there. She was still smiling to herself over the anachronism of having microwaves in the section about how Muggles made do without magic in the Bronze Age. She had fixed the issue, but she was astounded that the mistake had been made in the first place. Wizards knew nothing about Muggles.

The smile slid off her face when so wrapped up in her thoughts she almost ran straight into Isaac Buchanan but it wasn’t the same feeling of foreboding as it would be with most of the people he kept company with in school. It was, instead, the utter confusion over how she was supposed to act around him here in the magical world, where those old friends were pushed to the forefront of her mind, when the last time she had seen him had been in the Muggle world. “Isaac. Hi, um.” There was, in fact, a question burning in her and she found herself blurting it out, though not before she had glanced around to check nobody was paying any attention to their conversation. “I saw Rosalind the other day. When I was visiting Kenna. Did you two break up?”

[nottsoinnocent]

She had been trying to get to Sebastian. The green light had been unmistakable and even if it hadn’t been, he had fallen from over fifty feet. Yet, Melaina had still tried to get through to him, the panic gripping her to act and irrationality making her want to check for herself. Rabastan had almost served as a distraction from that, especially given there were Aurors all over the place and the mediwixen officially working the game already surrounding Sebastian. Adrenaline drove her on, casting spells so familiar to her that they were second nature and even though it was no coincidence that the injured party she had ended up helping was a pureblood, she barely noticed who was helping her get him away from the debris. “Don’t lift him from under the arms,” she ordered. “I think he’s broken some ribs. We need to levitate him and keep him flat.” A stretcher would be easier but there was too much going on.

@isaac-d-buchanan​

[sandriinehebert]

closed starter for @isaacreinhart​. event: spring fest.

“i’m so sorry!” alessandra exclaimed, everything she carried was falling on the ground, when she noticed what she had bumped into, more like who. she tried to make the most of every minute spent at the festival after a long day at work and it always consisted of bringing as many memories and gifts as possible. it was as though she was hoarding surprises for all the non-existent children in her entourage. in reality, she would spend the next couple of days watching the colorful ballons shrink, she would try to find a spot for each and every plush toys and, most importantly, she would go on a strict diet hoping to survive through all her trips to the food trucks. this was most probably her most epic visit to the carnival, since her arms were so filled with stuff that she barely saw where she was going. she zizag walked towards the gates and everything seemed to be fine, until she was convinced she had bumped some fence. she could not have been more wrong.

“i challenged myself to do it all in one ride, i should have known better.” she shrugged in an apologetic manner and tried to gather her belongings. the balloons neatly tied around her wrists were certainly not helping. instead, she attempted to make the situation as less awkward as possible, so, with a smile, she shared her idea. “do you want a balloon or a stuffed animal? just pick your favorite color and it’s yours.”

[isla-jean]

CLOSED START FOR: @isaacbendavid​ LOCATION: last temptation, bayview

With Frankie’s marking period grades in, Isla Jean elected to take her daughter out for ice cream as a reward for her good marks. In respect to Frankie’s school work, Isla Jean had never had to ask her daughter to do her homework. She always offered help, and sometimes Frankie accepted, but typically, she was a self-starter, trying to troubleshoot her own issues before coming to Isla Jean. In that way, they two were alike. Frankie was in her own world in that moment, contemplating all the toppings she’d get as she waited for the ice cream to be scooped, a few steps away from her mother now. 

Isla Jean was staring at the case, not quite as focused, when the door to the parlor chimed, a new customer entering. She turned her head, only offering a glance before returning her focus, but just the millisecond of attention got the wheels churning in her brain, and Isla Jean hazarded another glance back. He was tall, taller perhaps than Isla Jean expected him to be, a yarmulke attached to the dome of his head, turtleneck awfully formfitting to what Isla Jean could only imagine was a fine physique. God, good for Naomi. Well. Not anymore. But he certainly was as dishy as Isla Jean had heard about, the soft and broody rabbi standing in line for ice cream looking just as Isla Jean had imagined him, and from the photo or two she’d been offered for context. 

“I’m sorry to be so nosy —” Isla Jean wasn’t at all, actually. She loved being nosy. “But you’re Isaac, aren’t you? I’m —” She offered a hand. “I’m Isla Jean. Kevin’s —” She paused, rethinking the statement. “I go with Kevin.”