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Between hours at the morgue and then working her other job, it was a wonder how in the world Myriam could stay awake for so long. After years of doing it though, she had grown used to it. That and lots of coffee. Although, after the long day and night she’d had, she wanted a drink instead of a coffee. Myriam sat at the bar, but no one had come out yet. She waited for a few minutes before taking it upon herself to walk behind the bar to grab something for herself. When someone else came in, they waved her down. “I don’t work here. Just helping myself. Don’t worry. I’ll pay for it.”

There weren’t many people Isabelle could trust on the force. To be more specific, there was only one. There was nothing proving Myriam wasn’t on her side and trying to make this town a better place, but there wasn’t any proof that indicated she was either. It was frustrating, Isabelle never too sure what was worse: the flat out bad guys or the assholes who lurked in the shadows. Giving Myriam the third degree at a public space probably wasn’t the best idea but maybe she could get a better read on the woman. “I’m off the clock, don’t worry about it.” Isabelle stated trying to act more casual than what she really was. Chances are, money would be left behind the counter and a decent tip regardless of what Myriam did, she didn’t want anyone to ever have a reason to put a strike against her. “Long day?” She inquired with a curious arch of her brow, slipping into a seat at the bar.

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♡ ┆ O P E N !

the  laundromat  had  always  been  a  place  of  tranquility  ,  a  place  away  from  all  the  chaos.  she’s  on  her  second  load  of  laundry  ,  two  more  to  go.  luckily  it’s  her  day  off  so  she’s  not  in  much  of  a  hurry.  homework  was  sprawled  all  over  the  folding  table  no  regard  to  anyone  else  that  might  need  it.  ❛  this  is  too  fucking  much.  ❜

Honestly, she wished she could blame the messy bun, tattered jeans and oversized t-shirt on it being laundry day. No, that was just her every day look when she wasn’t sporting the Clearmont P.D. issued uniform. Lugging an overstuffed laundry bag, she was about to hurl it onto the table when the spread across it caused Isabelle to pause. “Uh..” She began, head cocking to the side a little. “Might I suggest taking a study break long enough for me to sort through my colors?”

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diablaborn‌:

an untouched plate of fries rested in front of her, and though she was hungry, the dish was repulsive to her senses. she emitted a soft sigh and pushed the plate towards the person seated next to her and offered a shrug. “i’m not hungry,” she explained with a smirk. she added enough conviction in her words to make it seem palpable but she couldn’t help her gaze from wandering across the diner to survey the other foods she might be craving.  she shifted her gaze back to the person she’d gifted her fries to and grinned. “what’s the matter? afraid i might have poisoned them?” she chuckled, waggling her fingers for effect. “suite yourself then.” 

Being hungry, tired or an unsavory combination of the two was the norm for Isabelle Fowler. All work and no play----she could hear her mother’s scolding over her poor life choices from here. Eyes scanning the menu, unsure of what she was in the mood for, a plate of food crosses into her line of focus. Her gaze lifts, shifting to the right to the woman beside. Already, she has her pegged and while the look on her face makes it obvious she doesn’t want to take the food, she won’t give a why. The last thing she wants is to owe a MC member a favor. “Thanks but no thanks.” Isabelle politely declined. “I couldn’t.” There’s a simple shake of her head, trying to remain cordial as she always did. “Everything alright? I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone turn down fries in my entire life.”

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here’s some info about about isabelle fowler:

first things first: unless you know her...like, really know her, don’t call her belle, bells, isa, or whatever nickname pops into your head. she likes to keep professional at all times and nicknames imply that you’re friends. while she may smile in your face and play nice...especially if you’re on the opposite side, you’re not friends. 

dad wanted a boy...got her instead whoops. isabelle fowler has been ruining men’s expectations and dreams from the moment she was born.

10/10 gets off on people looking down upon and estimating her. there’s something about the look of stupidity and shock that comes across their face when they realize she’s not who they think she is that makes her all warm and fuzzy on the inside.

she’s one of the few good (wo)men in the police force. if there’s one thing she won’t budge on, it’s her morals and doing what’s right will always be a motto she lives (and probably dies) by. 

currently, she’s sergeant for clearmont p.d. but is gunning for the chief position and trying to do whatever is possible to overhaul the current system. 

is completely opposed to the mc but is very good at hiding her disdain. isabelle knows how to play a role and smile in her enemies face--you know the motto, keep your friends close and your enemies closer. plus, she’s not dumb enough to rile up the force or the mc when the bad guys outrank the good ones, cause that’ll only blow up in her face and she’s worked too hard to get where she is.

is probably (definitely) too logical for her own good?

while she’s definitely a hardass, when the uniform is off (lol like she ever takes a break from saving the world) she’s actually a really down to earth person and occasionally lets loose. need a reference? ask jay. 

hardcore tomboy who knows when/how to put on a dress and heels when it matters...thankfully, it rarely matters. but with her age and current job title, she finds the need to prove she’s one of the guys less and less. 

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Life isn’t fair.

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