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"Oh?" Isabelle raises an eyebrow, glancing towards her girlfriend. "Really now? Well, I can assure you that there won't be any secretiveness tonight. At least, I hope not." Looking back forward, she notice a man standing behind Althea. "You must be Argent..." ( @argent-graves )

Dinner for Four [Closed RP]

( Alrighty. I found that there was going to be a dinner for the four characters, so this is how I’m going to try to do it. If you don’t want to be involved, speak now or forever hold your peace. This is going to be a hassle, but I’m going to try to make it work. There are four of us here, so I’m going to say that whoever you want to respond, you should tag. Even if you want the person you reposted it from to respond, still tag them. That way, there’s no confusion on who’s supposed to respond. Cool? Cool. @altheamoons @argent-graves @isabelle-kingsley )

Lacy Pierce stood at the Graves’s front door, clutching Isabelle’s hand tightly. She was nervous about the endeavor, and really hoped that nothing would go wrong. After all, she had just returned, and this was the first time that she was going to introduce Isabelle into any of her former… friends.

They were fairly dressed up, with Lacy falling back into wearing a dress. It was Blood Red in color and fell to her knees, paired with a simple black gemstone necklace and a pair of black flats. Her hair was twisted up into a bun, with two strands hanging to frame her face (curtsey of her girlfriend, of course).

Isabelle, on the other hand, had gone over and beyond for her first impression. She was wearing almost a gown, with her finest jewelry. Dark green in color, her dress hung amongst the ground and was incrusted with gemstones around the bodice. She wore earrings and a bracelet, both of which were diamond. Lacy thought it was going a bit overboard, but it relaxed her a bit to know that Isabelle was comfortable.

As the pair stood at the door, Lacy whispered, “Are you ready?” When Isabelle gave a curt nod, she took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

( @altheamoons , would you like to go first? )

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Isabelle smiled, not quite meeting the woman's eyes. "Yes, it's a pleasure to meet you, Miss. You must be Althea. You look stunning. Lacy has told me so many wonderful things about you." ( @altheamoons )

Dinner for Four [Closed RP]

( Alrighty. I found that there was going to be a dinner for the four characters, so this is how I’m going to try to do it. If you don’t want to be involved, speak now or forever hold your peace. This is going to be a hassle, but I’m going to try to make it work. There are four of us here, so I’m going to say that whoever you want to respond, you should tag. Even if you want the person you reposted it from to respond, still tag them. That way, there’s no confusion on who’s supposed to respond. Cool? Cool. @altheamoons @argent-graves @isabelle-kingsley )

Lacy Pierce stood at the Graves’s front door, clutching Isabelle’s hand tightly. She was nervous about the endeavor, and really hoped that nothing would go wrong. After all, she had just returned, and this was the first time that she was going to introduce Isabelle into any of her former… friends.

They were fairly dressed up, with Lacy falling back into wearing a dress. It was Blood Red in color and fell to her knees, paired with a simple black gemstone necklace and a pair of black flats. Her hair was twisted up into a bun, with two strands hanging to frame her face (curtsey of her girlfriend, of course).

Isabelle, on the other hand, had gone over and beyond for her first impression. She was wearing almost a gown, with her finest jewelry. Dark green in color, her dress hung amongst the ground and was incrusted with gemstones around the bodice. She wore earrings and a bracelet, both of which were diamond. Lacy thought it was going a bit overboard, but it relaxed her a bit to know that Isabelle was comfortable.

As the pair stood at the door, Lacy whispered, “Are you ready?” When Isabelle gave a curt nod, she took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

( @altheamoons , would you like to go first? )

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"Of course not," she turns her head to look back at Lacy, "Where ever we go is home when I'm with you."

Home, Agian. Home, Again.

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It had been a few weeks since Lacy and Isabelle had stepped off of the train and found themselves in Grand Central Station. They had returned to New York, the place where the both of them had grown up. Whether she liked it or not, Lacy had to come back. She couldn’t keep avoiding her past, and she had to fix things eventually. Now was a good enough time as ever.

Lacy had found a penthouse on the 18th story of a local Appartment Building, right at the edge of the city. It was only three blocks away from the Library, where Isabelle found a job, and had ample room. In addition, Lacy had found a Log Cabin in the Woods, for a once a month retreat. It was a cozy lifestyle, that Lacy had worked for months to set up.

As she turns towards the stack of still packed boxes, Lacy sighs. She hoped they could find comfortable places for all of the books and trinkets they had accumulated. “Hey, Isabelle?” She turns towards the woman lounging in a chair, book in hand, “Do you mind hellping me finish unpacking?”

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"I like wherever we go, as long as we're together," She answers, following Lacy's line of sight out the window.

Home, Agian. Home, Again.

@isabelle-kingsley

It had been a few weeks since Lacy and Isabelle had stepped off of the train and found themselves in Grand Central Station. They had returned to New York, the place where the both of them had grown up. Whether she liked it or not, Lacy had to come back. She couldn’t keep avoiding her past, and she had to fix things eventually. Now was a good enough time as ever.

Lacy had found a penthouse on the 18th story of a local Appartment Building, right at the edge of the city. It was only three blocks away from the Library, where Isabelle found a job, and had ample room. In addition, Lacy had found a Log Cabin in the Woods, for a once a month retreat. It was a cozy lifestyle, that Lacy had worked for months to set up.

As she turns towards the stack of still packed boxes, Lacy sighs. She hoped they could find comfortable places for all of the books and trinkets they had accumulated. “Hey, Isabelle?” She turns towards the woman lounging in a chair, book in hand, “Do you mind hellping me finish unpacking?”

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She pulls her head back, smiling up at Lacy, "I love you too, Lace"

Home, Agian. Home, Again.

@isabelle-kingsley

It had been a few weeks since Lacy and Isabelle had stepped off of the train and found themselves in Grand Central Station. They had returned to New York, the place where the both of them had grown up. Whether she liked it or not, Lacy had to come back. She couldn’t keep avoiding her past, and she had to fix things eventually. Now was a good enough time as ever.

Lacy had found a penthouse on the 18th story of a local Appartment Building, right at the edge of the city. It was only three blocks away from the Library, where Isabelle found a job, and had ample room. In addition, Lacy had found a Log Cabin in the Woods, for a once a month retreat. It was a cozy lifestyle, that Lacy had worked for months to set up.

As she turns towards the stack of still packed boxes, Lacy sighs. She hoped they could find comfortable places for all of the books and trinkets they had accumulated. “Hey, Isabelle?” She turns towards the woman lounging in a chair, book in hand, “Do you mind hellping me finish unpacking?”

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Isabelle gave her a brilliant smile and pressed her forehead against Lacy's shoulder, humming along and swaying with her.

Home, Agian. Home, Again.

@isabelle-kingsley

It had been a few weeks since Lacy and Isabelle had stepped off of the train and found themselves in Grand Central Station. They had returned to New York, the place where the both of them had grown up. Whether she liked it or not, Lacy had to come back. She couldn’t keep avoiding her past, and she had to fix things eventually. Now was a good enough time as ever.

Lacy had found a penthouse on the 18th story of a local Appartment Building, right at the edge of the city. It was only three blocks away from the Library, where Isabelle found a job, and had ample room. In addition, Lacy had found a Log Cabin in the Woods, for a once a month retreat. It was a cozy lifestyle, that Lacy had worked for months to set up.

As she turns towards the stack of still packed boxes, Lacy sighs. She hoped they could find comfortable places for all of the books and trinkets they had accumulated. “Hey, Isabelle?” She turns towards the woman lounging in a chair, book in hand, “Do you mind hellping me finish unpacking?”

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"Studious? That's a first," she grabs a few of the books and starts putting them away in alphabetical order, humming to herself as she danced back and forth between the boxes and the bookshelf.

Home, Agian. Home, Again.

@isabelle-kingsley

It had been a few weeks since Lacy and Isabelle had stepped off of the train and found themselves in Grand Central Station. They had returned to New York, the place where the both of them had grown up. Whether she liked it or not, Lacy had to come back. She couldn’t keep avoiding her past, and she had to fix things eventually. Now was a good enough time as ever.

Lacy had found a penthouse on the 18th story of a local Appartment Building, right at the edge of the city. It was only three blocks away from the Library, where Isabelle found a job, and had ample room. In addition, Lacy had found a Log Cabin in the Woods, for a once a month retreat. It was a cozy lifestyle, that Lacy had worked for months to set up.

As she turns towards the stack of still packed boxes, Lacy sighs. She hoped they could find comfortable places for all of the books and trinkets they had accumulated. “Hey, Isabelle?” She turns towards the woman lounging in a chair, book in hand, “Do you mind hellping me finish unpacking?”

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She hops up, book still in hand, "I never realized how many books I had until we had to move them all," she chuckles, "Oops."

Home, Agian. Home, Again.

@isabelle-kingsley

It had been a few weeks since Lacy and Isabelle had stepped off of the train and found themselves in Grand Central Station. They had returned to New York, the place where the both of them had grown up. Whether she liked it or not, Lacy had to come back. She couldn’t keep avoiding her past, and she had to fix things eventually. Now was a good enough time as ever.

Lacy had found a penthouse on the 18th story of a local Appartment Building, right at the edge of the city. It was only three blocks away from the Library, where Isabelle found a job, and had ample room. In addition, Lacy had found a Log Cabin in the Woods, for a once a month retreat. It was a cozy lifestyle, that Lacy had worked for months to set up.

As she turns towards the stack of still packed boxes, Lacy sighs. She hoped they could find comfortable places for all of the books and trinkets they had accumulated. “Hey, Isabelle?” She turns towards the woman lounging in a chair, book in hand, “Do you mind hellping me finish unpacking?”

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Isabelle looks up from her book for a split second, "Yeah, just... one second..." Her eyes scan over the book before she closes the book with a loud clap and smiles at Lacy, "Alright, I'm ready. What are we unpacking first?"

Home, Agian. Home, Again.

@isabelle-kingsley

It had been a few weeks since Lacy and Isabelle had stepped off of the train and found themselves in Grand Central Station. They had returned to New York, the place where the both of them had grown up. Whether she liked it or not, Lacy had to come back. She couldn’t keep avoiding her past, and she had to fix things eventually. Now was a good enough time as ever.

Lacy had found a penthouse on the 18th story of a local Appartment Building, right at the edge of the city. It was only three blocks away from the Library, where Isabelle found a job, and had ample room. In addition, Lacy had found a Log Cabin in the Woods, for a once a month retreat. It was a cozy lifestyle, that Lacy had worked for months to set up.

As she turns towards the stack of still packed boxes, Lacy sighs. She hoped they could find comfortable places for all of the books and trinkets they had accumulated. “Hey, Isabelle?” She turns towards the woman lounging in a chair, book in hand, “Do you mind hellping me finish unpacking?”

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Introduction Name: Isabelle Lynette Kingsley Also Known As: - Faceclaim: Emily Rudd Titles: - Age: 25 Birthday: August 31st, 1899 Nationality: American Species: Of Magical Descent / Squib Blood Status: Half-Blood Blood Type: O- Astrological Sign: Virgo Gender: Female Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Past/Bio: Isabelle was kicked out of her home at the age of 19, and forced to grow up quickly. She had always been looked down upon by her grandparents, as she possessed magical blood, but was a Squib. Knowing of the existence of Magic, but not being able to use it, hurt her and made her wonder what her life would've been like if she could've used magic. When she was left alone on the streets, she decided she wanted to get as far away from the city where she grew up, and moved across the country, to a small city in upstate Washington. Georgetown was quaint and quiet, and she quickly found a job as the town's Librarian. It was there, where she fell in love with books and literature, and has continued her passion to this day. When she was 24, though, a stranger came to the town. They didn't get many visitors, but the townspeople were always friendly towards those who were passing through. The tall, burly man stayed at the inn, and grange things started to happen. Women were taken from their homes, leaving their children, families, and husbands alone. No one knew where they went, and Georgetown was thrust into sorrow and fear. Isabelle read the articles, but never feared that she would be taken. So far, only married women had been kidnapped. Until, one haunting evening, her window smashed and Isabelle was knocked unconscious. When she woke up, she was locked in a cage. She stayed there for days, screaming and crying and afraid of what would happen to her. On the 5th day, when Isabelle was on the brink of falling into death from dehydration and malnutrition, a man visited her. The same man that was staying in the inn. She thought he was there to help her, to save her, but she was wrong. He walked into her prison, and forced her to her knees. When she protested with the last remaining bit of strength she had, the man lashed out at her, and left a claw mark on her arm. It was animalistic, and shocked Isabelle into Submission. She woke up the next morning in immense pain and a burning fever. The man did nothing to help her, but instead let her suffer for 4 day straight, as she transformed into a Werewolf. When he saw she awoke with Yellow Eyes, he started to treat her like a dog. He threw her raw meat, which she devoured hungrily. He kept her in like by punishing her for stepping out of line, but gradually gave her more freedom. She became his right hand man, living in constant fear of him. About Her Personality: At first glance, Isabelle is an extremely bubbly person. She's fun, upbeat, and happy when you first meet her, and stays that way, or gets louder, if she's in a good mood. When she's upset, she's defensive and strong, and unwavering when she makes a decision. It either takes a large amount, or virtually nothing to bring to her to tears. She suffers from PTSD when in confined spaces, and in sexual situations. Occupation: Librarian/Independent Researcher Likes: - Cats - Books - Music (Particularly Classical or Lyrical) - Tea of Any Kind - Wine (Particularly Red, but she'll Drink Anything) Dislikes: - Meeting New People - Arguing - Seeing Others in Pain, and not Being Able to Help - The Full Moon - Hearing Animal Calls Hobbies: Reading, Writing, Humming, Gardening Fears: Being Forcefully Taken from her Home Again, Being Forced to do just about Anything Strength: Her Intellect and Being Able to Make Split Second Decisions. Weakness: Mild PTSD Talents: Sewing, Playing the Violin and Piano Appearance Height: 5' 5" Cup Size: 32DD Skin Tone: Caucasian Eye Color: Brown Hair Description: - Color: Chestnut Brown - Highlights: Chocolate Brown - Length: Slightly Past her Chin. - Style: Wavy and Poofy. - Worn: Down, 99.3% of the time. Extra: - Scars: A deep Cut on her right Arm, the cause of her changing. - Piercings: - - Tattoos: A Crescent Moon, placed on her Right Hip. It waxes and wanes with the actual Moon Cycle. - Facial Features: Fair Skin, with very pale Freckles in the Summer. - Scent: New Books, Fresh Earth, and Rosemary. - Other: - Relationships Father: Unknown- Deceased as of Isabelle's 2nd Birthday Mother: Leanne Jasmine Kingsley- Deceased as of Isabelle's 19th Birthday Siblings: She has none. Relatives: Her Grandparent on her Mother's Side, who she hadn't talked to for years. Family Line of Work: Aurors and Geologists- Neither of which Isabelle qualifies for, or is interested in. Family Background: Isabella came from a family of Strict Purebloods. When her mother married a No-Maj man, her Grandparents were disgusted, but couldn't cast her out of the family. She lived alone, until she had a child and the No-Maj left. She was forced to move back in with her parents, who reluctantly accepted her. When her mother died of Scarlet Fever, Isabelle was told that her Grandparents could no longer help her. So she left the family, and hasn't seen the Kingsley Family since. Education: She attended No-Maj schools, but studied Magic on the side. She's familiar with most areas, but she has never been able to use her expertise, because of her lack of Magic. Affiliations/Alliances Home Town: New York City, New York Residence: Georgetown, Washington (Former); New York City, New York Loyalty: Lacy and what could be her Pack Organizations: None Extra Information Theme Song: On Top of the World- Imagine Dragons Food: Caesar Salad. Drink: Red Wine. Color: Sunset Orange. Animal: Falcons. Flower: Petunia. Season: Spring. (http://punkprincess9493.deviantart.com/art/OC-Template-Harry-Potter-333196798)