[center][color=00E2F6][h3]Isaac Michael Woods[/h3][/color] [color=00E2F6][b]Location:[/b][/color] Woods' Residence - El Jefe Beach House [sub][b]Mentioned[/b]: [@Universorum] (Owen Lyon) | [@Dirty Pretty Lies] (Martha Radley)[/sub] [hr][img]https://i.imgur.com/fnyFFTa.png[/img][hr][/center] [sub][center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_bTfWuJc360]Scene Theme[/url][/center][/sub] The text said 8:00 PM. So that's when Isaac decided he will appear. It was rude to show up too late or too early for a party. Hell, he was lucky enough to receive an invitation from Owen Lyon. Yet, he had his second thoughts. To be surrounded at that party with so many pretty faces made him self conscious. But he promised himself he would be a better man. He promised himself he would be more confident. That, and he desperately begged Martha Radley to come too. He was not sure if she had received an invitation as well, but it did not hurt to try. If there was one person Isaac could go to advice for, it was Martha. She was upfront with him, never rude, and always told him the truth. Or at least he believed she did. Having two friends (really, he only had two friends) there would be the exact boost of confidence he needed. Isaac went to his [url=https://i.pinimg.com/236x/68/10/06/681006da1acb247966303f8bbfb02318--female-character-inspiration-womens-fashion.jpg]little sister[/url]'s room and peeked through the crack in the door. Eliza busied herself with whatever her little five year old mind was focused on. Slowly, but surely, he opened the door and crept across her bedroom like a lion stalking its prey. His footsteps silent on the carpet, arms held wide open, hands poised to snatch up his prey. She never saw it coming. In one swing he scooped her up in his arms and held her in the air. “Got you!” he roared. Eliza was certainly frightened at first, but upon hearing her brother's voice, her shrieks quickly turned to laughter as Isaac spun around with his sister in his arms. Eliza, with crayons still in hand, playfully threw them at Isaac's face hitting him in the eye. “Motherfu-[i]ull of love[/i],” hollered Isaac. He had to be careful to not curse in front of his baby sister. But take a scarlet crayon to the right eye and see how well you fare. The answer is not well at all. Isaac set his sister down upon her bed and nursed his right eye while keeping a fake smile plastered on his face. “Say, Eliza, big brother's goin' to a friend's place soon. I wont be too long. Don't give mom no trouble, yeah?” Eliza nodded her head and saluted Isaac, a little habit she picked up from watching men salute their father. Isaac could have melted right then and there from how adorable his sister was. “Please don't ever grow up.” [center][b]The Party[/b] [sub][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_py870IamJU]Scene Theme[/url][/sub][/center] It was a sound everyone knew. The roar of his engine that barraged through the air, a sound that forced its way into everyone's ears like the war cries of a thousand charging warriors. The engine shut off and the headlights died down until it gave way to the colorful lights surrounding the party. With a swift movement of his boot, he hit the kickstand and stood up from his motorcycle. His sharp eyes scanned the parking lot until he set his sights on the beach house. And hot damn it was an impressive piece of architecture. “[url=https://res.cloudinary.com/teepublic/image/private/s--GwKHPuWy--/t_Preview/b_rgb:eae0c7,c_limit,f_jpg,h_630,q_90,w_630/v1455806586/production/designs/424044_1.jpg]Nice place.[/url]” Isaac took a deep breath and tried to relax his nerves, but his shoulders remained stiff, his face contorted into a menacing scowl, and his hands kept shaking. So he balled them into fists and stuffed his hands into his pockets. As he walked towards the beach house, the other attendees noticed him. How could you not? He stood 6'4 with a body of a boxer, his muscles sculpted into a form perfect for the sport. His black hair was combed back giving him a greaser look, and his eyes fixated into an unintentionally angered squint. His swagger was unlike many others, a walk with brutishness embodied in every stride, and his boots echoed with each step that he took along the cobbled pathway. Wherever he moved, everyone in his path parted like the Red Sea when Moses led the Israelites from the Egyptians. But it was something Isaac was used to. Being so tall, he tended to miss people shorter than him, and on occasion he would accidentally bump into them. His clumsy nature was no help at all. In fact, a poor gal was about to learn first hand what most would call the “Isaac Woods Experience”. Isaac had noticed a beautiful set of flowers growing along the path. Specifically, Gaillardia aristata, a member of the sunflower family native to North America! As the boy admired the flowers, he bumped into a girl who had not noticed his presence. He instinctively pulled his hands from his pockets and grabbed her shoulders to keep her from falling forwards. But then his fear caught the best of him. His immediately let go and his hands began to shake, so he balled them into fists to keep people from noticing. His face contorted back into a [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/c1/de/cc/c1decc9163fa30f65eb73b04c744927f--one-punch-man-king-mango.jpg]scowl[/url] as he concentrated on maintaining a level of cool, a level he utterly failed at reaching. “[i]Are you okay? I'm so fuckin' sorry[/i],” is what he wanted to say. But his mouth stuttered and he completely mixed up everything. So really, what came out of his mouth was... “Are you fuckin' sorry?” The girl froze in terror and immediately backed away. Everyone stared at Isaac with disgusted looks, but none dared to say anything to the boy. “That... could have went better...”