Isaiah Boggs

My name is Isaiah Boggs, don't bother to bore me with your name, I couldn't care less. Let's get one thing straight, you mean nothing to me more than a play toy to a child. I don't care what you think and should you ever think to step out at me, you may find yourself on the fun end of one of my new machines. Or, perhaps I'll go old school, and you'll be on the recieving end of my knife.

[thisusedtobeisaiah]

Let's See How Far We've Come || Isaiah & Stella

[stella-ella-olla]

"You and I had very, very different childhoods. Mine was full of like, bedtime stories and gentle encouragement and hugs. All that good stuff!" Stella said. "I mean… from failure, you learn. From success, you don’t. So weakness is a good thing every once in a while." She rolled her eyes. "Everyone needs human interaction. Ever played the Sims? ‘Cause in that game you can literally die of loneliness." She fell silent, thinking about his question. Honestly, no answer immediately came to mind. They just sort of put up with each other, she didn’t think either of them had any idea why. "Well… you’re interesting to talk to, when you’re not insulting me. You’re pretty smart, too, which is a plus." She paused. "I really don’t know," Stella admitted with a shrug. 

[thisusedtobeisaiah]

"I was shoved around and insulted," he said without emotion. He held no contempt for his upbringing, it had simply been what it was. "I learned from my mistakes, I don't make mistakes anymore." He smirked at her question. He'd never played any sort of game in his life. "Never. I don't have time for such things. I have myself, I'm not lonely." He waited for her answer and when it came he simply just looked over at her. "Idiotic, strumpet," he said before looking away again, he may as will insult her, especially if it might make her leave. "I'm more than pretty smart... I suppose the feeling is mutual, though, seeing as how I have yet to push you in again." 

[thisusedtobeisaiah]

I'm back.

[mollymouseme]

Oh, you sound a bit grumpy.

Why?

[thisusedtobeisaiah]

'A bit grumpy'? Are you eight? I'm not in a bad mood, I just don't like you. 

[thisusedtobeisaiah]

Let's See How Far We've Come || Isaiah & Stella

[stella-ella-olla]

Stella, for the first time in her recent memory, didn’t have a reply. He had a point, after all, and she wasn’t exactly used to dealing with people that weren’t nice. So she didn’t say anything, just sort of burrowed a little deeper into his sweater, trying to get warm. “I’m not vulnerable,” she argued, though it wasn’t one hundred percent true. “Nice imagery,” she added with a grimace. Stella shrugged. “Because you need some human interaction and I’m the only one who puts up with you?” she suggested, only half-joking. “Not that you’re that bad. Just a bit scary sometimes.” 

[thisusedtobeisaiah]

Isaiah just shook his head, the weak always insisted they were strong. It never did any good, at the end of the day, denial or not, she'd still be stuck with who she was. "My father used to say that to me as a child," he said simply. "To motivate me to be better. There was no room for weakness." He looked over to her once more and raised an eyebrow. "I made it the first fifteen years without, I think I'll be fine." He turned his attention back to the water, pulling his knees in closer as a breeze rolled by. "Why do you put up with me?" he asked, genuinely curious. "No one but you will bother, not that I'm complaining, I prefer to be alone, it just doesn't make sense. Furthermore, you don't think I'm that bad, then you obviously don't know me that well." 

[-asaboppfarrbutterfield]

[thisusedtobeisaiah]

Let's See How Far We've Come || Isaiah & Stella

[stella-ella-olla]

"That is… incredibly harsh," she commented. Stella was shocked by his almost kind gesture, but took the sweater anyways, rolling up the sleeves a little so they weren’t too long. "Thank you," she said earnestly, smiling at him. Her brow furrowed slightly as she frowned. "I don’t think of myself as weak, per se, but I definitely don’t want to cause anyone pain,” she countered. “Face it, you’d be bored without me,” Stella said, looking back at him and trying not to laugh. Isaiah did keep things interesting, she’d give him that much. 

[thisusedtobeisaiah]

"Never have I claimed to be a nice person," he replied, cocking an eyebrow while looking at her. He didn't understand why people were still shocked when he acted. It's not like he spent his time masquerading as someone friendly. Isaiah laid all his cards on the table, nothing hidden, it wasn't his fault people took issue with what they saw. He just shrugged, mumbling "you're welcome," as a second thought. "If you can't hurt someone then you're vulnerable and you'll never make it in life. The giants of this time are just men standing on corpses and shoulders." He looked back over to her, a smirk on his lips. "I have have my machines to keep me entertained, I have you to.... I have no idea why I have you." His smirk almost turned into a small grin and he shook his head. He didn't know why he hung around with her, he just did. 

[cuteboyiscute-blog]

[classic-addiction-deactivated20]

[thisusedtobeisaiah]

Let's See How Far We've Come || Isaiah & Stella

[stella-ella-olla]

"Obviously I didn’t. Unless you’re just imagining me as a manifestation of your guilt about killing me." Stella wasn’t speaking as quickly as she usually did, whether it was from the fright or the cold, she wasn’t sure. Her teeth were chattering slightly. The lake had been much colder than she thought it would be. "Why so violent? Ever heard of talking things out? Like a normal person?" she inquired, raising an eyebrow. "Exactly. And that would be a tragedy, wouldn’t it?" She’d picked up on the sarcasm, but had chosen to disregard it, knowing full well that it would probably annoy him. "A lack of physical pain doesn’t mean that I’m fine! I am emotionally scarred!” She just shrugged off his last comment, deciding that seeking revenge on Isaiah was probably not a good idea after all. 

[thisusedtobeisaiah]

"I'd have to feel guilty," he said with a smirk. Isaiah clenched his jaw as her teeth chattered. It was annoying little sounds like that, that set him off. He shrugged off his sweat shirt and tossed it at her. "Warm yourself up before I push you in again," he said with a slight growl. Now in just a t-shirt he was slightly chilly, but it was bearable, and he did his best to ignore it. "I make myself clear, and when my wishes aren't respected, I use violence. It's easier than repeating myself, and it gets the point across. Only the weak are afraid to cause pain." He also enjoyed blood, but he left that part out, it wasn't important. "Oh yes, what would I do without someone so annoying to keep me company?" he asked raising an eyebrow while he looked at her. 

[thisusedtobeisaiah]

Let's See How Far We've Come || Isaiah & Stella

[stella-ella-olla]

Stella grimaced, wrinkling her nose. She was more than slightly irritated with him, particularly since he seemed so pleased with himself. “I can barely swim, you know,” she informed him. “I could’ve drowned and then you’d have no one to talk to.” She shuddered lightly, the wind making her shiver. God, she wished she had a towel or a blanket or… something. “I am not fine. That was awful.” Stella ran a hand through her hair, exhaling loudly. “I’d push you in, too, but I can only imagine your reaction to that.”

[thisusedtobeisaiah]

"But you didn't, did you?" he pointed out. As much as he hated to admit it, had she started to drown, he might have actually gone in to get her. He didn't mind Stella as much as most people, which was probably why he hadn't pulled a knife on her. "If you're that worried about drowning, next time I'll just stab you," he said with a shrug. "Heaven knows what I'd do without you... I'd have to go back to the peace and quiet of being alone, shame," he said sarcastically. "You're not physically hurt, you're fine," he corrected her. "And if you push me in, I will personally see to it that you do drown." 

[justanothervariable]

Can I even smoke in here?

[justanothervariable]

Awe. What are you inventing with your legos? A small IQ? Sweetheart, I have been training in genetics back when you were in diapers. I doubt my IQ is any bit tiny. And why’s that? haven’t hit puberty yet?

[thisusedtobeisaiah]

You think you're funny, don't you? You're really not. Genetics? Congratulations, you can splice fish together. It'll come in handy, I'm sure. I have, I just don't care to have sex. Why is that so terribly difficult for you to understand? Just because you threw your life away doesn't mean I want to do the same with mine. 

[asaisthebest-deactivated2016022]

[justanothervariable]

Can I even smoke in here?

[justanothervariable]

Oh really. What are you going to do? Build a train set and play with action figures? Kiddo, when you get with a girl, you will see just how amazing sex can be. Then we will talk again.

[thisusedtobeisaiah]

Or I could spend my time doing useful things like building and inventing. I don't expect someone with such a small IQ to understand. I don't plan on ever having sex, and even if I did, I'll never talk to you again, strumpet. 

[thisusedtobeisaiah]

Character Update!

He's now about 5'6.5". Thanks for your time. <3

[thisusedtobeisaiah]

Suck my dick you midget

Maybe you haven't noticed, but I've grown, now leave. 

[thisusedtobeisaiah]

Let's See How Far We've Come || Isaiah & Stella

[stella-ella-olla]

There was a moment between when Isaiah spoke and when she hit the water during which Stella realized what was about to happen. She screamed, a high-pitched shriek of terror, and then she was in the lake. Heart racing and mind clouded with panic, she felt herself sinking for a few awful moments. She kicked frantically, her lungs burning. She broke the surface of the water and coughed as she grabbed onto the dock. “You could have just told me you didn’t like the nickname,” she said shakily, pushing herself up and onto the dock. Her now soaked clothes were sticking to her and her hair was a mess. Stella pulled her knees to her chest, taking deep and slow breaths, trying to convince herself that she was alright, that she would be alright.  

[thisusedtobeisaiah]

Isaiah couldn't help but smirk, immensely pleased with how she reacted. "Words can only be so effective." He set the book down next to her on the dock. He would still let her borrow it, despite her poor choice. He felt a cool breeze whip by and only grinned, thinking how much colder it must be if you're wet. "Besides, you commented on how nice you thought it looked. I thought you'd enjoy it more from down there." He looked over with a smirk. "You're fine, calm down." He was still enjoying how bothered she was by it. 

[thisusedtobeisaiah]

Let's See How Far We've Come || Isaiah & Stella

[stella-ella-olla]

"Don’t worry, Izzy, I won’t read too much into it," Stella said with a laugh. "Even though I’m like… ninety percent sure you just called me intelligent, so thank you very much for that." She pushed her hair away from her face and licked her dry lips, wishing she’d remembered to bring chapstick. "The lake is really pretty at this time of day," she commented absentmindedly. The sun had just started to set, tinting the sky orange.  

[thisusedtobeisaiah]

Isaiah's eyes shot open, his attention coming too when she gave him a nickname. Rather than pull out a knife, which was very tempting he just took a deep breath and looked over at her with a blank look. "Intelligent? Not at all," he said simply. Without asking he took the book back from her. "I don't want this getting wet," he said in a scarily calm voice before giving her a shove so she went tumbling into the water. It served her right. 

[justanothervariable]

Can I even smoke in here?

[justanothervariable]

Wait, let me get this straight. You call girls whores but you don’t use them? Somehow I think you are doing it backwards.

[thisusedtobeisaiah]

Not at all. Sex is a useless distraction used by the feeble of mind. I have better things to do with my time.