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♛ The Introduction
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FULL NAME: Isabelle Renee Carter NICKNAME(S): Izzy, Belle AGE: 28 BIRTHDAY: January 5, 1995 ZODIAC SIGN: Capricorn
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♛ The Introduction
GENERAL INFORMATION
FULL NAME: Isabelle Renee Carter NICKNAME(S): Izzy, Belle AGE: 28 BIRTHDAY: January 5, 1995 ZODIAC SIGN: Capricorn
"You're really making a good case about the book; I'm for sure going to have to get it now," Olivia chuckled with a laugh as she nodded. She made a mental note to herself to look up the author, knowing that they must be good if they were recommended. "Oh! It's a YA book about a girl who can kill people by touching them. It takes place in a dystopian world and you don't really find out about the world until you get really into the book, but I think it's worth it. It's a whole series, but I think I'm going to wait to finish the series until I have a palate cleanser."
"Good, it really is that amazing of a story. Glad I could convince you to grab it one day," Isabelle smiled. As Olivia explained about Shatter Me, her mouth dropped. "Oh that sounds good! How does she have friends, family, love?!" She now had so many questions. "Oh no, a palate cleanser? I'm nervous now," she giggled. "I understand though, after We Were Liars, I'm doing the same," she chuckled holding up the book in her hand. "Though, I don't know how much cleansing this'll do," she admitted, flipping through the pages once more.
“Thanks for keeping my secret because I don’t know what I would’ve done if everyone found out I was such a softie.” He laughed and shook his head.” I enjoy those types of books too and Twlight wasn’t so bad, The movies were the problem.” He laughed again. “Those are good genres especially when mixed together.”
"Of course, of course," Isabelle chuckled at him. "It's quite endearing though." As he spoke about that series, Isabelle shook her head. "To each their own. I feel like I'm the only person not captured by that series - books or films." She shuttered at the thought. "Now the true blood books, grade-A. The TV show had some great moments." Smirking, she flipped some hair over her shoulder. "Oh yeah, mixed together it's a party. I be on the edge reading those type of books."
A breath of relief left his lungs knowing the dog didn't cause any damage to the woman. From the small time he had known the dog, he picked up on the fact that he could be a little much to handle when it came to his bursts of energy. But that was normal for a puppy of his age. "Nice to meet you, Isabelle." Matteo glanced in the direction of the pup, noticing his tail was still wagging and he was bursting with energy. "Yeah, he is. I'm a vet over at the animal hospital. He came into the clinic and I volunteered to foster him until he gets adopted." He paused for a moment. "Are you interested?"
The rambunctious dogs tail was wagging and he was jumping up on her repeatedly. She had to assume he liked her and as she cooed at him and baby-talked the sweet boy, she had to admit, she was a little smitten as well. "Oh that's so nice," she smiled, "do you usually foster dogs needing homes? I thought they went into shelters..." she questioned softly, her hands still rubbing all over Hershey's chocolate coat. "Oh he's adorable but before I made any decisions like adopting a dog I'd have to talk with my roomie," she admitted.
A smile flashed across Tamara's face, glad to see that the woman had loosened up a little bit thanks to the alcohol. She knew how intimidating it felt to be a newcomer when first moving to a new town. 'Let's go," Tamara agreed as the two of them took their time meandering towards the bar. "I did too. I came here anticipating getting drunk tonight." It was a rare occasion these days that she had the opportunity to let loose in this way. This event was a golden opportunity for her to put her responsibilities aside for the evening and just have fun. As they approached the bar, Tamara put in her order with the bartender. "Can we get two of these strawberry jello shots?" she asked as she pointed to the drink specials menu.
"Oh that's perfect," Isabelle flashed Tamara a smile. As Tamara ordered for them, she took a moment to look around the mixer. "See anyone you think is worth taking home?" She always wondered if the point of these things was to really find love or if most people just took this opportunity to have a one-night-stand. "That's the whole point of this, right?" As their shots were rested against the bar, Isabelle grabbed one and held it up to Tamara before she tapped it against the bar and tossed it back quickly. "Shit," she hissed. "It stings even more the second time around."
"Looks like we're both in the same boat," she replied with a polite giggle. She glanced towards the shelf and spotted just the book she had come in for. "This one," she said as she held up a book titled One of Us is Next. "I just finished the first one and once I realized there was a sequel, I rushed down here to get my hands on it."
Nodding along, Isabelle chuckled, watching as Phoebe grabbed the book she was searching for. "Oh!" she said a little too loudly before she bit her lip and quieted down. "I heard that first one is really good. I need to add it to my collection," she admitted. "I know the plot twist is wild isn't it?"
"Apple pie a la mode, an excellent choice if I say so myself." All this talk about food was starting to make her stomach growl. Especially since she was now craving a piece of the diner's apple pie. Phoebe was pulled from her thoughts of the diner's food as she noticed Isabelle's gaze locked on her. She was adamant about figuring out where she knew her from, while Phoebe already had the hint she knew exactly where she had seen her. Gauging from the blush and the giggle that escaped the other woman, she knew she was right. Though she chose to scrunch her brows together in confusion and asked, "and where is that?"
"Maybe after this shindig is over we can head to the diner and grab some," Isabelle suggested easily, now craving the desert something serious. She could already taste the cool vanilla ice cream on her tongue. At the question, her blush deepened and she took a moment to decide rather she was going to admit it. Then she realized, it was already out there. So, she just said it. "I'm pretty sure I'm subscribed to you..." she whispered, leaning in slightly as she tucked hair behind her ear and looked around the restroom slowly hoping no one else was inside to hear them. Her brown eyes slowly returned to Phoebe and she couldn't help but to look the woman up and down now, taking in her soft curves.
——- Normally due to working as much as she did , marianna didn’t get around to going to the bookstore or reading as much as she’d like -- however , today was different . she finally had the time and went to the bookstore like a happy child getting a new toy as she walked around the store with a small bounce . a gently hum leaving her throat as she looked through the fiction section . the latina was really into a good murder mystery or even a dark story in general so here she was seeing what she could find . seeing someone else in the section she gently approached her , glancing at some books closer to the other . ❝ what are you into -- bookwise , of course ? ❞ marianna asked , clearing her throat as she added the section part . there was no way she’d flirt with the first person she saw no matter how beautiful they were .
Grabbing a second option, Isabelle read the back of the book before she flipped it open, reading over the inside panel curiously. This seemed promising but she wasn't sure. At the words, she looked up slowly, smirking slightly as she lifted her eyes to meet the latina woman. "Wouldn't you like to know," she joked with a chuckle before she placed the random book back and held up her for sure choice. "Romance, mystery, suspense. How about you?" she smiled sweetly.
Matteo kept his stride up, propelling forward and gaining on the loose dog. He was still too far away to get a grasp on the leash or the dog, and there was certainly nothing he could do about the collision that happened before his eyes. His feet halted to a stop, kicking up a few specs of dirt in the process. "I am so sorry," he pleaded to the woman as he reached forward to get control of the dog. "Are you-- alright? He didn't hurt you-- or anything did he?" His words came out in breathy pieces as he struggled to regain his breath. "I'm Matteo, by the way," he held out his hand in a polite gesture. "And this energetic furball is Hershey, my newest foster pup."
Isabelle laughed as the dog pushed up against her, still almost knocking her over with it's big frame. "Hey now," she patted it's coat gently as she kept her balance in her knelt stance. Looking up, she eyed the man as he ran over and she chuckled at him. "It's quite alright. He didn't hurt me," she told him sweetly. "He's a-okay," she reassured. "Matteo I'm Isabelle,' she introduced herself, slowly moving to stand up, taking his hand into her own and giving it a shake, before she looked back down at the dog; Hershey. "Oh, that's an adorable name!" she giggled, leaning over now to continue to pet the dog. "You said he's a foster?" she asked.
who: open @fairfordstarters
where: just outside of the bark park, farmlands
Matteo had always been a sucker for a cute face. Which is why he couldn't say no to the adorable chocolate lab puppy named Hershey, that came into the clinic that needed a foster home. He was an energetic pup who loved to run around and play, which meant it shouldn't take too long to find a good home for him. The dog park was just about a mile from his house, making for a long enough walk to tire them out. As Matteo readjusted his grip on the leash, the dog pulled out of his grasp and began running down the road. Matteo bolted after him, calling out his name to get the dog back. "Hershey! Come on, boy!"
The more comfortable Isabelle got with Fairford, the more she felt like exploring the different area of it. So today, she was taking in the farmlands for her jog. It was absolutely beautiful and she definitely never saw things like this in LA. The landscapes and the scenery. It was so serene. That was, until, she was almost clobbered by a dog. "Oh my God," she squawked in shock as it just about knocked her over. After a breath and a moment to regain her composure, she knelt before the energetic pup. "Hi," she said to it, rubbing it down. "Where did you just come from?
He nodded his head and offered a hint of a friendly smirk as she got his order started. His eyes stayed fixated on her as she seamlessly maneuvered around behind the bar. "I wouldn't say it's that obvious. I've just lived here most of my life and I definitely would have remembered seeing a face as pretty as yours." He couldn't help but slip in some flirtatious banter, especially since the woman was absolutely gorgeous. He thanked her as she slid the drinks in his direction. "How long have you been in town for?" he asked as he picked up the first glass and took a few sips.
Tapping her fingers against the screen, Isabelle input his information before she popped the drawer and slid his card inside for safe keeping. Turning to look at him, she nodded along. "Ah, that makes sense," she smiled softly, "hard not to notice a fresh face when you're a native," she mused aloud. She contemplated letting him know that she was a lesbian, but thought better of it. Flirting was flirting, rather man or woman. It was harmless and it wouldn't hurt to play along. That was apart of the game of bartending, provide whatever the custom wanted, within reason of course, to feel satisfied and keep on buying drinks. Closing the drawer, Isabelle walked back over with a sweet smile. "Thank you," she said coyly. She leaned back, resting against the opposite counter behind the bar. "A month," she told him. "Still settling in and what not." She eyed him slightly, just taking him in. He seemed like the rough and tough time on the exterior but something told her he was a gummy bear deep down. "What's your story?" she asked him. "What was it like growing up here?" She was also curious to know how her life could have been different had she been raised here instead of Los Angeles.
"Yeah, But you can't tell anyone that a tough guy like me reads romance novels." He puffed up his chest playfully and laughed."Hmm well I have to check them out, You may have saved me from twlight." He joked." What's your genre in books ?"He asked.
Snorting softly, Isabelle tucked her hair behind her ear, nodding. "Your secret is safe with me," she reassured him. "Promise." She shook her head dramatically, "please no Twilight. That series is so overrated," she rolled her eyes slightly. "I enjoy a variety of books. You know, romance, mystery, sci-fi, crime, supernatural, dystopian," she listed off a few. "I just love good writing and story and those typically give both," she explained with a smile. "My main genres are romance and mystery though," she told him.
Olivia listened to the other speak with a nod of her head, feeling her bangs run into her vision before she moved them away. "Oh, I've heard that was a good book. I haven't had the chance to dive into it yet," Olivia spoke with a smile. "I'll have to be sure to check it out. Hopefully that book there is as good as the first one you read. I've just finished reading Shatter Me, and I'm looking for something to keep me as entertained as that one did."
Listening along, Isabelle smirked. "Oh it's amazing. That twist at the end. I swear, you'll never see it coming," she told the blonde. "Oh, I'm sure. I don't think E. Lockhart ever misses," she mused. "Oh I've never heard of it. What's it about?" she questioned. She was interested. Maybe that could be the second book she grabbed.
Jaxson smiled and sat across from her as he sipped his coffee. "I like romance mostly." he was a sucker for fictional romance or non fiction, It didn't really matter to him he just liked romance. He loved to read two people desprately in love.
"Oh," Isabelle grinned at him. She was learning more and more about him every time she saw him and to say she was pleasantly surprised was an understatement. "Okay I see you Mr. Sensitive man," she chuckled poking him in his chest playfully. "In that case, Colleen Hoover has some amazing romance novels. Emily Henry too," she suggested.
Phoebe had only one book in mind when she walked into the store, but it never hurt to browse around a little bit more. It was always a nice surprise to run into a friendly face, especially Isabelle's. "I'm good. Just browsing around looking for the next book in the series I'm reading. How about you?" She nodded in the direction of the books the other woman was holding. "Reading anything interesting?"
"Same," Isabelle responded easily. "Just finished a book so I needed to grab another," she explained before she glanced down at the novel in her hands. "I think it will be," she said with a soft smile. "Looks like it'll be a page turner," she told Phoebe. "What book are you on the hunt for?" she asked curiously.
"I'm a classic ice cream sundae kinda girl," she stated. Some people may argue that her answer was boring or basic. But who could complain about ice cream, hot fudge, whipped cream, and a cherry on top? "My second choice is definitely any of the pies we have. Apple and peach are the best, by far." She was happy to have met a friendly face who she could pal around with for the evening. "No, I haven't been to Daring Daiquiri in a while." Her face twisted in confusion as she racked her brain as to where else the woman may have known her from. For a brief second, the thought of the past videos she had made for adult websites or her current OnlyFans content could be where the woman knew her from. While she wasn't ashamed of it, it wasn't the topic she willingly wanted to bring up. Especially when in the presence of someone new. "Maybe we've just crossed paths around town before?" It seemed like a plausible explanation.
Nodding slowly Isabelle smiled. "I couldn't agree more. I love a simple ice cream sundae," she admitted, listening on as Phoebe told her about the pies. "Oh, maybe some apple pie a la mode," she thought aloud. Shifting in her heels, Isabelle bit her lip. The woman hadn't been to the bar, she hadn't been to the diner. Why did Phoebe look so damn familiar. She stared at the women for a bit longer before it clicked and a deep blush rose upon her tawny cheeks. "I know where I know you from," she said in almost a whisper before she giggled gently.
"Well it is a singles mixer and singles mix much better while under the influence of alcohol," she teased. She had been a bartender long enough to have seen how much a few drinks could loosen just about anyone up. From people dancing and letting loose, to people letting their flirtatious sides come out. "The little rascal is grandma's problem for tonight." She let out a small laugh and clinked her glass to Isabelle's to cheers. "I've been long overdue for a fun night out like this."
"You're not wrong at all," Isabelle agreed with Tamara. "I'm feeling a little looser already," she admitted with a chuckle. That shot was going straight to her head. Hearing the other woman speak about Alexander, she couldn't help but to smile. Clinking her glass against Tamara's she chuckled, "Well let's get down then." She nodded towards the bar and she began to slowly walk over. She ordered another shot and looked at Tamara. "I ubered," she smirked.