Isabel Lane Hemingway (isabellane) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-10-21 19:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !plot, ~isabel lane |
Who: Isabel and Meg
Where: Through the door to NYC
What: Getting Isabel a new body
When: Monday morning
Rating: Lowish
Open: No
Status: complete
Isabel waited patiently for Meg. She was very thankful that she discovered a way to make herself invisible because she knew in her current form, she would cause problems. She floated by the door to New York, essentially pacing as she waited. Meg trot up in her boots, clicking away across the room with all of the doors. As usual she wore skinny jeans, a comfortable shirt, and her leather jacket. Eyes set ahead of her, she moved with purpose to meet Isabel. When she got there, she smirked at the sight, not really having believed the little pictures that showed up on the community web pages. “Are you ready? I’ve found the body.” Isabel nodded. “Thank you.” She sighed. “I’m going to have to make myself invisible but you should still be able to tell I’m there, right? Like sense me or something?” Giving the ghost a look, Meg waved a hand. “I’ll know,” she said. “But in case I don’t, Casper, keep up.” With a grin she then opened the door and stepped on through. To be honest, she still had no idea what sort of wish she would ask for in exchange. She had thought about it all week, but nothing came to mind. Nothing that really felt right, save for one thing but...Meg didn’t want to admit that. Isabel nodded and as soon as Meg opened the door, she disappeared. She stayed very close to Meg, looking around as they walked through the city. Meg wasted no time, she was on a mission after all. Still, she walked as casually as one could, but considering the crowd of New York she didn’t stick out. Hands in her pockets, the dyed-brunette led the way to the hospital. It wasn’t a terribly long walk, though it didn’t feel particularly short, either. When they arrived, she came up to the desk, smiling a pleasant, friendly smile--no one would ever see it again. “Hi,” she said. “I’m here to see Kathleen McKena.” The woman at the desk nodded and went through some paperwork before giving over a visitor’s sticker and pointing off down the hall. With another smile, that quickly fell as the receptionist was at her back, Meg tilt her head for Isabel to follow. After walking to practically the end of the hall, Meg came to a stop outside of one of the rooms. She stood there a moment, quietly, as if looking to Isabel before pushing inside. It was cool, all hospitals were cool, if not a little eerie. Holding the door open for Isabel, it shut quietly behind them on its own and in the corner Meg stood, waiting. The room had one bed, with one occupant. A pretty young woman with a nice complexion, brown hair, seemed about average height--though it was hard to say with her laying down. She was in a coma, and by the sad paperwork tacked at the end of the bed, she’d been that way for a while. Even Meg had nothing cruel to say, though she normally might have. It was not a pretty way to go. Fortunately, at least for the body, Kathleen was going to be given a second chance. “The staff has informed me that she only had a few weeks left and it would be a miracle if she pulled through. Easiest thing for you to do would likely be get on in the suit, and we’ll just leave.” Meg motioned with her chin to a backpack in the corner. “Clothes. When you’re ready, I’m going to disconnect the monitors that would alert the staff.” Isabel made sure that all of the blinds on the windows were closed before she became visible. She looked at the young woman in the bed. “Why is she in a coma?” She didn’t want a body that was riddled with disease or had brain damage. “She drown. Or was drowning. Slipped in the shower, hit her head.” Meg shrugged. “Does it matter if it works?” Honestly, part of her didn’t care. She wouldn’t have picked a body that had some sort of problem. Besides, there was only so many bodies out there that weren’t riddled with disease or had severe trauma. This was the best Meg could do. Isabel shook her head. “I was just curious.” She sighed and looked at her. “Thank you very much for finding this body for me.” She took another good look. Her boobs looked smaller but maybe it was just because she was laying down. “So….I just…...get in?” She looked at Meg with a raised eyebrow. “You asked for a body. I dunno what to do after that,” said Meg truthfully. “But, usually, yeah.” She smirked. Isabel nodded. “Can you go ahead and unhook the alarms before I get in? I don’t want anybody to come running in.” She chuckled humorlessly. Meg gave a nod and then a tiny knock of her head, mostly for show. The monitor went out and more or less everything seemed to go dead save for the plug in the wall keeping the girl alive. “Show time.” “Thanks.” Isabel nodded and moved toward the bed. She stopped and looked at Meg. “I’m going to keep my end of this bargain. When you figure out a wish, or whatever you want, it’s yours.” She smiled, then moved toward the bed, sighing. “Here goes.” She just stayed there, looking at the body. “Thanks,” said Meg half-heartedly. She was glad to hear it, but a little irritated that she didn't know what to wish for. Everything in the world and the demon couldn't pick a single thing. Isabel took a deep breath and let it out before laying on the bed, taking over the body. It felt weird. She was shorter, so that would take some getting used to. The respirator was weird also. She opened her eyes, then reached up to remove the tube, coughing several times before she sat up. “Shit..” Her voice was hoarse. Hurrying to the bedside, Meg looked back at the door before helping Isabel up and out of all of the tubes and the like. “Well done,” she said, dropping away the medical devices. “Now, lets get out of here before check-in time.” Isabel nodded and got to her feet. “Thank you, again.” She went over to the backpack and started to get dressed quickly. “At least they’re nice clothes.” She smiled. Once she was dressed, she threw the backpack over her shoulder. “We should go.” “I might be a demon but I still have fashion sense,” Meg teased as she gave a nod and head for the door. “Try not to look too sickly off of death’s doorstep.” With a smirk, she kept to the right of Isabel, blocking the receptionist’s view and waved Isabel to walk out before her as if perfectly natural. She was content with being distraction. “Ma’am,” she said, just in case anyone were looking. “The ladies restroom needs some TP.” Making a face, she then head toward the door, rolling her eyes again and then looking for Isabel outside. Isabel moved quickly but casually, trying to get out quickly without being noticed. She headed outside and waited in the smoking area. She looked as casual as possible as she waited, smiling when she saw Meg. “Door’s this way. I figure we have about an hour before anyone notices she’s gone.” Meg gave another nod, filled with them today, and began to make her long strides off. “How’s it feel?” she asked, as if momentarily reminiscing about changing meatbags. Odd sensation, really, but you got used to it after all the bodies she’d been in. She sighed. “I’m shorter and my tits are smaller but other than that, it’s okay. The hair is really soft.” She chuckled, running her fingers through her hair again. “I hope Sean likes it.” She bit her lip. “But you probably don’t care about that.” “Hey, I haven’t gotten any in far too long. Talk all you want,” said Meg without shame, hands fitting into her jacket pockets as they walked. “I’d ask if you could fix your height or magic in a boob job, but my understanding is that the supernatural never works that way.” She gave a grin. She shook her head. “Magic doesn't work that way, no.” She chuckled. “Sean is going to pounce me as soon as he gets used to the idea of me in this new body. It’s been a month and before that we were…...pretty insatiable.” She blushed a little. “Ha!” Meg laughed, huffing afterward. “I can’t tell if I want to puke a little or be jealous,” she state. “I don’t suppose my wish could be for a certain person could it?” She was half kidding. Really, blow a wish for that guy? Come on. “Well, you could, but I couldn't guarantee that it’d be the version of him you’re looking for. Wishes have a tendency to have loopholes.” She shrugged. “You have to try to make it loophole proof. Which is really hard. There’s always a loophole.” She sighed. She waved her hand, having already stopped listening. The answer was a no, and really she didn't want to ruin a wish on that kind of thing. She needed something good, something clever, something that was not a total waste. Ah, well. Meg had time to think about it. “So tell me ‘bout this guy ready to rip your pants off.” Anything was better than thinking about That Guy. “His name is Sean, He’s Maryanne’s twin brother. He’s…...very sexy. Not the brightest bulb in the box but he’s not stupid either. He’s also far from perfect.” She sighed. “He’s got his flaws, but we all do, right? And I know better than to think I can fix him. Only he can fix himself, and there’s only one thing I’d want him to change anyway.” She shifted the backpack to the other shoulder. Meg made a face. “Shouldn't have asked,” she said in a joking kind of tone, releasing the face she made to look at the new form of her friend. Maybe she should grab a new meatsuit. Might be nice, a new face, especially with herself from another universe hanging around. Ah, but she rather doubted since she had died in a previous place that she would survive a transfer. How she was even walking around now, outside of the island, she didn't understand. Maybe she hadn't died...Maybe she had been on the brink and this place saved her. Ugh, complications. “What’s his problem?” Isabel sighed, looking at the ground as they walked along. “He drinks. I know it doesn't seem like much compared to some of the stuff you've seen, but it bothers me.” “Hey, not for everyone,” said Meg with a shrug. “Me? I could drink for days. Then again, I don’t really take to alcohol the same.” She sauntered along. “Is it the mean slap you around kinda drunk? I could take him to Hell if you want.” She was, mostly, kidding. Isabel shook her head. “It’s the gone for days kind of drunk. I would have castrated him if he tried to hit me.” She looked at Meg. “I’m a Texas girl. I’m not going to put up with somebody hitting me, and I’m not some dainty flower either.” She laughed. Meg laughed as well, nodding. “Good for you, cowgirl,” she teased. “I’d likely kill the guy who tried that. Well, I have.” She smirked and shook her head. ‘cept that one guy. That one guy that killed her first. “What would you wish for?” she then asked, suddenly. Well, she sure as heck didn't know what to ask for. Isabel sighed. “I’d wish to not be a genie anymore, but it wouldn't work. Friend of mine tried that back when I was first made a genie.” She shook her head. Meg gave a nod and tilt her head. “To be honest, I don’t know what you wish for when you lived a thousand lives,” she state. “This place sucks, frankly.” “I’m sorry.” She sighed, glad to be close to Stark Tower. “Isn't there anything that you've always wanted but could never have?” Meg gave a shrug and made a face. “Can’t say I really ever hated my life or wanted anything I couldn't have. I could have anything I wanted,” she said honestly. “You just take it, where I come from. And I’m a badass,” she grinned. “I had everything. That’s why this is so damn difficult. I've never not traded a soul before, aren't you a lucky duck.” “That I am.” She nodded. She opened the door for Meg when they got to the tower. “I really appreciate this. Anything you need, just let me know. And I don’t just mean for payment.” “I’ll let you know,” replied Meg with a tilt of her head at the door. Her boots clacked over the floor when she stopped. “I think I’m gonna hang around the city for a while,” she said. “Think you can make your way back?” She nodded. “Yeah, I can make it back. I need to text Sean and stop by the diner.” She smiled. “Thank you, Meg. Really.” “Sure,” Meg nodded as she turned back toward the outside. “What’s one or two good deed amongst shipwrecked islanders?” Isabel nodded, then headed through the door to go back to the island. |