immaculately manicured nails fingered through equally gorgeous tops as isla perused through her collection. a fluffy white bathrobe enveloped her petite frame. “so, we’re going to have to look fucking drop dead gorgeous tonight so I’m giving you carte blanch to steal anything from my closet that you like.” her smile both sweet yet devilish. “and you’re going to help me pick out from a few options, mon amie.” her finger lightly tapped the tip of her roommate’s nose. there was a connection between isla and solstice the blonde couldn’t exactly explain. they started out hating each other. almost repulsed by the presence of the other. but after so many nights of caring for the other after a night out and buying multiple hangover cures, a bond was bound to be made.she enjoyed it, however. friends were not easy to find for the female, usually scaring people away due to what was perceived as an untouchable nature. “and we should hurry up, because we’re missing happy hour.”
sup? your fave trash goblin is back back back again giving more ‘yas gods’ than the vatican. give this a like for a closed starter from either isla or audrey! if you have multiple muses, help a indecisive gemini out and let me know who you’d like one for! ~ Lo
Chase walked out of the audition room feeling pretty confident. He always was wishing Radcliffe did some more modern shows, but Hamlet could be pretty cool. He wasn’t trying for the lead, but Horatio was fun. And the only one that didn’t die, really, so that was equally as nice. Laertes would be fun, though; he really wanted to swordfight. Smirking at a familiar face in the theater world, he plopped himself down right next to her, nosily peering at her lines. “So whatcha reading?” he asked, glancing at her. *// @xisla
glossed lips pursed ever so slightly as she drank in the words in front of her. most people took her for a dumb blonde. isla never minded it. in fact, she was determined to use it to her advantage. no one would ever know the dedication, the drive and the intelligence in her craft that loomed inside her. dark eyes looked up at the boy, her signature little cheshire smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. “ophelia’s lines.” her words simple and clean, no trace of anxiety to be found. it was as if she already knew the role was hers. “I go in shortly. second reading and all that.”
“Is that– your lipstick’s all smeared,” Calliope informed the other, eyebrows raised in an unimpressed fashion as her arms folded over her chest. “What’s the story?”
@xisla
hand slipped into her bag, retrieving a meticulously stoned compact that the blonde quickly flipped open. isla examined her lips as her back rested against the classroom door. “just a bit.” fingers quickly fixing the smeared edges and lipstick soon being placed on again. “story? guess my drink must have not agreed with this brand or something.” eyebrow arched as she took in the others judging stance. “not the greatest story, if I’m being honest.”
perfectly manicured nails tapped against her phone as isla leaned against the brick wall the bar was behind. she found herself a little too intoxicated at a downtown bar with people she had barely known. her pink and white ensemble popped out against the dark colors of the night. a light buzz came from her phone and she quickly looked down, painted lips parting into a smile. maybe it was a tactic to see him tonight, but she had called dom to come retrieve her. the boy seemingly would be at her beck and call, and she used that knowledge completely to her advantage. attention was her most valued currency. her eyes darted up to be met with his behind the windshield of the car, giving him a small wave. the sound of her heels clacking on the pavement intertwined with the faint bass of the music inside as she walked up to the car, opening to the door. once she got in, the girl placed a soft kiss on dom’s cheek. “merci, beaux homme.” she greeted him with a innocent little smirk, breath soaked with the fruity drinks consumed tonight. “what would I do without you?”
a large, empty ballroom may have seem intimidating to some, but to isla: it was like stepping back into the pristine corridors of home. the petite blonde sat on the floor as her legs were stretched out, the tips of her toes pointing and flexing to the music playing from her phone. each movement seemed calculated, purposefully put there as if the blonde was an old victorian painting. her body always seemed to fall in a graceful way. as she continued the stretch, her steel eyes caught a figure outside of the room via the mirror. a small, light smirk formed on her face as she gave them a little wave. “are you going to just stand there and stare for a while?” her voice light and teasing, yet loud enough to penetrate the walls. “I know I’m pretty much one of the most aesthetically pleasing people here but it’s getting kind of concerning how long you’ve been there.” painted lips continuing to curl into a smirk.
hey demons. it me. it your girl Lo. my obsessions include hot sauce, drag queens, good character development, theatre, cats, improv comedy, and spicy quality memes. welcome back my beautiful messy monster Isla ♥
•(more about the girl below)•
『ESTER EXPOSITO ❙ CISFEMALE』 ⟿ looks like ISLA DUBOIS is here for SOPHOMORE year as a THEATRE/BALLET student. SHE is 20 years old & known to be CHARMING, ALLURING, LICENTIOUS & CONNIVING. They’re living in NOLAND, so if you’re there, watch out for them.
○ isla marguerite dubois was born in regina, canada to two natives of nice, france. her father is a defense attorney to a bunch of global businesses and her mother is a beauty mogul.
○ needless to say, my baby is l o a d e d. growing up, her family had a few housekeepers and she and her siblings had nannies to watch them after school. as she grew up, she never wanted for anything. isla is the definition of being born with a silver spoon in her mouth.
○ speaking of siblings, isla has four older brothers. she is the only girl out of the five kids and the baby by almost ten years, so she knows how to get what she wants pretty damn well. she’s only had 20 years of experience
○ being raised like that, she has a tendency to sound really…..entitled. honestly, she doesn’t mean to sound like an absolute stuck up bitch, but that’s her language. the girl can be very caring and sincere if someone can stand the outer shell of some annoying ignorance about the 99% of the world.
○ ever since puberty, isla has been obsessed with boys. it’s almost been excessive how many boys she goes after. if you are a male (and straight/bi, she ain’t no reverse james charles #timelyhumoramirite? (this joke is so many months old but I’m still proud of it so haha)) there is about a hundred percent chance she will try and hit on you. partner or not. isla is also a bit of a notorious homewrecker.
○ having cultivated this obsession for boys and after a not so innocent relationship with a dance teacher when she was younger, isla has developed a new talent: using them for her own gain. she is a serial dating manipulator. if you have something to offer her, isla will get close to you and sexually/romantically manipulate you into giving her that advantage. after she’s gotten that, she’ll expertly make the break off seem like the right thing at this time. this includes two of her professors: one of her theatre professors and her psych professor.
○ isla doesn’t have a lot of female friends. to quote rachel from friends “yeah, girls don’t tend to like me.” she does have her core girls though.
○ theatre is her life. not only does she want to become an actress, she is also a budding star within her program.
○ besides theatre and boys, isla’s life revolves around dance. she started competitive dance at the tender age of 3. she competed religiously until she was eighteen. isla still attends and TA’s at some of the dance classes offered.
More is sure to come as I think of it, but this is the gist. Now for some:
Wanted Connections
the best friends ;; her partner in crime, the ying to his yang. the pair or more that are typically attached by the hip, consult each other, and couldn’t live without one another.
the partier ;; the sound of too loud music and the taste of warm, cheap beer are the defining characteristics of this friendship. these two may give each other recognition in the halls, but as soon as the word ‘party’ is involved, these two are together. the best of friendships always start smashed.
her girls ;; not many females like isla, but these girls are that exception. her ride or dies. she’d kill or hide a body for these women.
the one? ;; these two flirt so much, they might as well just get it over with and date. however, many steps have to be taken to get there. are they willing to make those steps?
the big ex ;; these two seemed to be so in love. …or not. maybe they ended on a good note, maybe it went down in flames. all that’s known for certain is that they went from the cutest couple to barely speaking.
fwb ;; having a friend is good. having a friend who has sex with you is better. no strings attached.
just a hookup ;; they’re for sex and nothing else. harsh but true.
the toy ;; isla’s own little toy. she uses them for whatever reason and makes them think they’re her one and only. will she break her shiny new toy? maybe. she’s not known for being careful.
the scorned ;; whether this is an ex hookup’s partner or someone she used and threw away, she burned this person. all she can seem to give them is a shrug emoji.
