Isabel Lane Hemingway (isabellane) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2012-12-02 23:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, !plot, ~isabel lane |
Who: Isabel and OTA
Where: Starting at the well
What: Isabel makes a wish
When: Sunday morning
Rating: Isabel has a foul mouth
Open: Yes
Status: Ongoing
Isabel walked out of the building and over to the wishing well. She didn't really expect anything to happen, but she decided to try it anyway. What's the worst that the island could do, right? Famous last words. She walked over and picked up one of the coins. She smiled as she took a look at it. "So, what to wish for." She thought about all the things that she'd wanted out of life. She knew better than to try to wish to go home. That would get her nowhere, since the island intended on keeping them. Instead, she decided to pick one of the more fantastical things she'd wanted in life. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She closed her eyes and kissed the coin, then smiled. "I wish I was magical." She meant she wanted to be able to use magic, and wording was everything. She turned around and tossed the coin into the well over her shoulder, then started to head back to the apartment buildings. She got to the stairs and looked down, noticing a pair of gold cuff bracelets that hadn't been on her wrists when she'd gotten dressed. That was definitely odd. She tried to get them off but they wouldn't budge. That was definitely strange. She just shook it off as some island trickery and continued walking. When she got back to her apartment, she noticed a lamp sitting in the middle of the living room. It looked like the lamp from Aladdin. She walked over and picked it up. It was golden and had "whosoever rubs this lamp shall be granted three wishes" inscribed on it. Isabel chuckled and rubbed the lamp, but nothing happened. She carried the lamp out of her building, looking for someone to see if maybe they could get some kind of response from the lamp, though she didn't expect it. |