Who: Isabela and OPEN! What: She's having a moment of deep thoughts. Hey, it's been known to happen occasionally! When: Early afternoon July 22nd Where: Starting in her apartment, then wandering in Lawrence Warnings: It's Isabela, language and sex references are a given. Random Note: Okay I know I said yesterday that gdocs were going to be my main thing for threading, but Isabela wanted attention, so. Have an open thread? >_>
This world was starting to exhaust Isabela with one horrendous thing after another. That dance with Famine had nearly killed her, though she had gotten a couple incredible shags during it. But seriously, she may have a hyperactive sex life, but that was well beyond that. She'd high-tailed it out of Lawrence as soon as she'd gotten hold of herself again, mostly because she didn't trust herself. There were people here that she didn't want to hurt, that she didn't want to think less of her. Isabela was a whore, she knew it and embraced it, but the last thing she wanted was her new friends to think less of her. Being called a whore wasn't new to her, but it mostly had been by people that didn't know her. And when Aveline called her a whore, she actually liked it because while the guard captain had a low opinion of the pirate, Isabela knew the woman wasn't being malicious with her intent. Aveline was stating a fact, not insulting her her demeaning her. But here, she didn't really know what to expect out of people. And for some reason she did find herself not wanting to know if Thor would frown upon her sexual dalliances. If he did, well, then she'd just do what she always did; pick up and move on somewhere else.
There was also the fact she missed her friends from home. Especially Hawke. Maker knew she had been about to turn around and go back to Kirkwall and do the right thing before she found herself here. She was pretty sure Hawke hated her now, which did hurt because Isabela had feelings for the woman. But now, she couldn't dwell on that. Hawke wasn't here, so Isabela stuffed those emotions deep down inside and moved on. Of course part of her still cared for Hawke, but she wasn't about to talk about it. She never did talk about her inner feelings and thoughts to anyone. Well, except Hawke, and that had only been after the steamy sex. Besides, she didn't like dwelling on the past, so she rarely ever brought hers up unless it had some direct relation to the present moment. That meant that sometimes she would lie or dodge around the subject, and while she didn't like lying to the people she cared about, she couldn't help it. Sometimes a lie was better than revisiting something that should stay forgotten, right?
"Maker, that's enough of that bullshit. I need to go do something." So instead of sitting there and dwelling on things she'd rather forget all about, Isabela got up, dressed in street-friendly attire, then made her way out of the complex. She did miss wearing her normal clothes, but she'd been quick to learn that her non-existent skirt attracted far too much attention. And also questions on whether she was going to a convention, whatever that may be. So instead she opted for jeans and a top that cut off just above her bellybutton and revealed an ample view of her cleavage with a plunging neckline. Isabela walked along a street, heading for any store she could find. Her intention was to find a jewelry store and browse to her heart's content. She'd fallen in love with some styles of jewelry in this place, and while she couldn't afford anything, she could certainly still look! Maybe at some later date she'd have the money. Or she could just steal it. But she'd have to see when the time came. Though so soon after the little trouble she had in L.A. perhaps she shouldn't cause trouble. The last thing she wanted was to get herself in trouble which would probably elicit Thor to come to her rescue, and she didn't quite want that. Isabela was no damsel-in-distress. She just tended to have trouble follow her around, or be the cause of it. So for now she probably should behave herself and if trouble was going to come, let it be caused by someone else. At least she could high-tail it out of Lawrence then without feeling guilty.
Isabela sighed softly, brushing some hair behind her ear. The only jewelry from her homeland that she really wore here anymore was the gold labret piercing. Otherwise she merely wore simple gold hoop earrings and a gold chain necklace. She felt naked without her full entourage of jewelry, and even moreso without her daggers on her back, but Isabela was adjusting. She glanced around, keeping her eye out for the jewelry store she had in mind.