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Location: Skate rink → Hermon Dog Park
Interacting With: Herself, Duke (her baby), Julie's Pomi, and Domi @HushedWhispers
Time: Her time.
Figure skating practice wear | Doggie Day Outfit | Izzy's Duke | Julie's Lady
Ice skating is like dancing on ice. The first thing you are taught is to fall over and get back up. Always get back up. Isabel, wearing her exercise wear, skated in blissful solitude. She glided on the frozen surface in a dimly lit arena that her coach gave her access to for early morning practice. Waiting by a bench were her Siberian dog, laying down with his eyes closed, and her sister's Pomeranian, cuddling up against her big dog companion. Here she could be herself without worrying about troublesome and insufferable men or just people in general. This was her life. Her passion. And really, what made her day worth waking up to.
Free skating. No routine. No plan. Just her enjoying herself and getting lost in a world of her own. Music blasted throughout the entire arena as she swiftly coasted around, running her hands up her body, and her Spanish hips rocking side to side. This turned into a triple toe loop, where she did a three point turn, creating momentum, toeing in on her left toe pick, and bolting into a rotating jump. When she landed, her left leg was out in the air and she sailed in a circle backwards until turning herself forward.
She didn't get much sleep. Not after what had transpired last night, from Ty stealing her sister away to that FUCKING ASSHOLE (Wolfe), who walked into her. Why did the tall, dark haired, men that didn't know when to shut up and knew they were hot have to be such jerks?! She needed to skate. It was her way of cooling down and entering her day stress free. Without skating, she would explode. The rink was her haven. Her happy place. No one could take that from her. Prior to skating, she had already did her stretches, which is vital when you are doing this much activity. Ain't nobody got time to break a back or any other parts... she had a competition to prepare for.
After an inside 3-turn, Isabel brought herself into a spin. Laying back, as her hips pushed forward, her head went as far back as it could. Her leg maintained an attitude position that went into a side spin for three revolutions. Bringing her free leg to her head, she turned her motions into a Biellmann Spin. This was always how her mornings started just her, the ice, and more often than not, her dog (and Julie's). The young Latina didn't have many worries. Her biggest worry, or more trouble than anything, was her sister getting herself into a situation that wouldn't be easy to deal with. It was just the twins versus the world. That's how things always were, ever since they were young. After the divorce, her mother only sent gifts and expected their father to send them to her during every other vacation. That fell through and her mother got caught up in bad romances and now hardly checks up on the twins. Oh, but she still sends gifts. That means she loves them, right?
Don't get her started with her father... great, they have a giant estate to themselves. Just her, her sister, their two dogs, and their staff. He primarily stays in Washington which isn't that far from LA, but consider each of their responsibilities, and the fact that he travels around the USA to attend conferences and be a 'special guest' at schools. Why does he expect his children to show affection when he doesn't take the time to do it himself? And then he acts all offended when a staff member updates him, rather than his daughters, who are trying to keep themselves busy so they aren't like 'hey when are you coming home'. It's too bad Julie doesn't realize how much their parents suck at being parents. The twins are fucking high school students. They shouldn't HAVE to push their duties aside just to show that they are still thinking of their sperm donor. That was so middle school.
That's okay. Izzy has supported her sister through her ups and downs. Not mother. Not father. She's taken care of her own future, making sure when she is of age she'll get far away from their parents, ideally taking Julie with her. If they were to ever lose their parents' fortune, she'd be okay. If there was one thing Izzy knew she could do, it was stand on her own two feet - without the assistance of her 'parents'. Scrub a toilet? Sure. Help build a house after a hurricane. You bet your ass she can do that too. There was no point in being entitled when her achievements didn't belong to her until she could escape.
The only problem was: Juliana.
Juliana needed the security blanket of "daddy's money" or even getting what she needed (and wanted) from her 'Tiger'. If Izzy chose to do her own thing, Julie's heart would break... like when their parents went through the divorce. Isabel knows her sister has to fall. The only way you can learn is if you fall and get up again. Always get back up again. But it's... hard, when you can see the consequences unfold before your eyes and not be able to do anything about it because this isn't your fall to take. If this was the life she had to tolerate, she'd make the best of it and work her ass off to be something great. Not for anyone but herself.
Ice skating was her life.
Free skating. No routine. No plan. Just her enjoying herself and getting lost in a world of her own. Music blasted throughout the entire arena as she swiftly coasted around, running her hands up her body, and her Spanish hips rocking side to side. This turned into a triple toe loop, where she did a three point turn, creating momentum, toeing in on her left toe pick, and bolting into a rotating jump. When she landed, her left leg was out in the air and she sailed in a circle backwards until turning herself forward.
She didn't get much sleep. Not after what had transpired last night, from Ty stealing her sister away to that FUCKING ASSHOLE (Wolfe), who walked into her. Why did the tall, dark haired, men that didn't know when to shut up and knew they were hot have to be such jerks?! She needed to skate. It was her way of cooling down and entering her day stress free. Without skating, she would explode. The rink was her haven. Her happy place. No one could take that from her. Prior to skating, she had already did her stretches, which is vital when you are doing this much activity. Ain't nobody got time to break a back or any other parts... she had a competition to prepare for.
After an inside 3-turn, Isabel brought herself into a spin. Laying back, as her hips pushed forward, her head went as far back as it could. Her leg maintained an attitude position that went into a side spin for three revolutions. Bringing her free leg to her head, she turned her motions into a Biellmann Spin. This was always how her mornings started just her, the ice, and more often than not, her dog (and Julie's). The young Latina didn't have many worries. Her biggest worry, or more trouble than anything, was her sister getting herself into a situation that wouldn't be easy to deal with. It was just the twins versus the world. That's how things always were, ever since they were young. After the divorce, her mother only sent gifts and expected their father to send them to her during every other vacation. That fell through and her mother got caught up in bad romances and now hardly checks up on the twins. Oh, but she still sends gifts. That means she loves them, right?
Don't get her started with her father... great, they have a giant estate to themselves. Just her, her sister, their two dogs, and their staff. He primarily stays in Washington which isn't that far from LA, but consider each of their responsibilities, and the fact that he travels around the USA to attend conferences and be a 'special guest' at schools. Why does he expect his children to show affection when he doesn't take the time to do it himself? And then he acts all offended when a staff member updates him, rather than his daughters, who are trying to keep themselves busy so they aren't like 'hey when are you coming home'. It's too bad Julie doesn't realize how much their parents suck at being parents. The twins are fucking high school students. They shouldn't HAVE to push their duties aside just to show that they are still thinking of their sperm donor. That was so middle school.
That's okay. Izzy has supported her sister through her ups and downs. Not mother. Not father. She's taken care of her own future, making sure when she is of age she'll get far away from their parents, ideally taking Julie with her. If they were to ever lose their parents' fortune, she'd be okay. If there was one thing Izzy knew she could do, it was stand on her own two feet - without the assistance of her 'parents'. Scrub a toilet? Sure. Help build a house after a hurricane. You bet your ass she can do that too. There was no point in being entitled when her achievements didn't belong to her until she could escape.
The only problem was: Juliana.
Juliana needed the security blanket of "daddy's money" or even getting what she needed (and wanted) from her 'Tiger'. If Izzy chose to do her own thing, Julie's heart would break... like when their parents went through the divorce. Isabel knows her sister has to fall. The only way you can learn is if you fall and get up again. Always get back up again. But it's... hard, when you can see the consequences unfold before your eyes and not be able to do anything about it because this isn't your fall to take. If this was the life she had to tolerate, she'd make the best of it and work her ass off to be something great. Not for anyone but herself.
Ice skating was her life.
There was no point in looking amazing. She wasn't trying to impress anyone. Isabel just wanted to play with her dog. And she would do just that. Lady lazily rested on the grass watching Duke bounce around. Prior to unleashing the dogs, Izzy had sent out a text to Juliana telling her to get her ass to the park and spend time with her Lady. She had also received a text from Dominique and promptly replied (too much time was being wasted on her phone when she had a cute husky waiting for her!):
"Imma get you!" Izzy playfully said (in that dog voice manner) while she ran toward her husky, who immediately dodged his master and spun around her excitably. Young, vibrant, and full of life. He ran near her and she swiftly brushed her hand on his coat. He then started darting to the right and she sped next to him, surprisingly keeping speed with the energetic dog. That's until he ran around all the other dogs in the park (adorably stumbling a couple of times), causing Izzy to simply watch her dog (catching her breath) until he returned to her side.
Kneeling down, the brunette smiled and grabbed his face, roughly petting the his sides, "Who's my Duke?!" Today was a relatively warm day and there was light sweat trailing down her head.
To: Saunders, Dominique
Just a dog day. At the park if you'd like to join.
(Domi should already know the dog park Isabel is at)
"Imma get you!" Izzy playfully said (in that dog voice manner) while she ran toward her husky, who immediately dodged his master and spun around her excitably. Young, vibrant, and full of life. He ran near her and she swiftly brushed her hand on his coat. He then started darting to the right and she sped next to him, surprisingly keeping speed with the energetic dog. That's until he ran around all the other dogs in the park (adorably stumbling a couple of times), causing Izzy to simply watch her dog (catching her breath) until he returned to her side.
Kneeling down, the brunette smiled and grabbed his face, roughly petting the his sides, "Who's my Duke?!" Today was a relatively warm day and there was light sweat trailing down her head.
So I do know there are a couple of people still working on posts, myself included, and this week I've been busy as hell.
I'll be giving us all a little extension, because I need it too.
For those who don't know what to write, the timeskip has 17 days in between now and the Halloween event. Feel free to add more posts/collabs that happen in between these days to add to your character's story.
I know my family of writers are dedicated and here to stay. Thanks for your patience and I can't wait to get things moving on!
I'll be giving us all a little extension, because I need it too.
For those who don't know what to write, the timeskip has 17 days in between now and the Halloween event. Feel free to add more posts/collabs that happen in between these days to add to your character's story.
I know my family of writers are dedicated and here to stay. Thanks for your patience and I can't wait to get things moving on!
@Universorum do it. You won't. No balls.
@Universorum yes.
@Dirty Pretty Lies started my new job but i am working on a collab with jor and my izzy post will be done by ideally this weekend.
i'm alive. just adulting.
i'm alive. just adulting.
Hey guys, this week I started a new job and tomorrow is mine and Viciousmarrow's anniversary (though we're celebrating it this weekend). I'll need to get into the swing of things but expect posts from me to be a little slower than usual :3
The timeskip will be here ideally this weekend!!
I'll probably put placeholders for my morning after posts since I have some posts I do want to do pre Fear Fest. That being said, I still want to move time.
The timeskip will be here ideally this weekend!!
I'll probably put placeholders for my morning after posts since I have some posts I do want to do pre Fear Fest. That being said, I still want to move time.
By important, they mean...
The goal is to get Witching Hour Part 2 in either tonight or tomorrow.
And expect a collab from Vicious and I.
Please feel free to start doing your morning after posts if your character is done for the night! You don't need to write out your character is walking home, people can assume your character eventually went back to his or her dorm.
And expect a collab from Vicious and I.
Please feel free to start doing your morning after posts if your character is done for the night! You don't need to write out your character is walking home, people can assume your character eventually went back to his or her dorm.
Location; Gio's bar → Out on the streets. NYC.
Interacting With; Minako (@Thundercrash); Giovanni
Unconcerned → Internally frustrated → Free
That's unfortunate. Eliana was sitting at Giovanni's bar intrigued at a scene unfolding between Gianna and two mystery men before her attention was brought to her "Special" drink that was once in her hand, now falling and meeting with the ground, spilling everywhere. Her eyes trailed from the green liquid slowly streaming on the floor that nearly matched the hue in her own orbs to the culprit of the accident. The transfer she met last week who helped her with... Lucas (gag). Minako was also in the tournament and they had a conversation in the library only hours ago. Odd to see her here. Then again, it was odd to see a Lovelace here too.
Someone couldn't hold down their alcohol it seemed.
Sighing to herself, Eliana hopped off her seat and gently grabbed the girl's arm, helping her up and bringing her to a stool, "Rest your head on the bar." Why would a lightweight come to a party without people to take care of her? The night had just begun! Oh, yeah, where was Amelia and Sylvia? Did they leave her? No matter. Eliana preferred to be alone. Her gaze trailed back to the mess on the floor. What a shame.
"Don't worry about it, dollface. Someone's coming to clean it up."
Turning on her heel, the brunette grinned at the kind bartender, "Alright! Thanks... eh-hem." Her attention went to the drunk Asian and then back at Giovanni, "I wonder if she came with someone..." It was obvious Eliana was not in the mood to take responsibility for anyone else but herself. For once, she didn't have to keep an eye on her baby sister. There was no way in hell she'd let her acquaintance ruin her night.
Running his hand through his hair, Giovanni suggested, "I did see who she was with but I don't think I'd be much help unless they came here. It's a good thing I'm the heart of the club, so if she did come with anyone, they'll find her. They always do. For the time being..." The bartender made Minako a glass of water and put it beside her, "I'll take care of her and call a cab. Go have fun! I can tell you don't get out much."
What should she do?
Man, this was a frustrating situation to be in. This may come to bite her in the ass later but Eliana didn't care and decided to lie, "Oh! Don't you worry, I'm sure I can recognize someone from Mayweather! I'll be back~" and she used that chance to disappear into the crowd and to the coat rack, collecting her things, and deciding to enjoy the rest of her night outside.
Picking up his phone and dialing a cab, Giovanni glanced down at Minako and nonchalantly muttered, "She's not coming back. I hope you know that." He waited patiently for someone to answer, as he added, "Y'know, she probably doesn't trust you. I can tell by the way she talks and acts... she got a lot on her mind. It's unfortunate she's probably a basket case. She's a pretty one, that one."
Someone couldn't hold down their alcohol it seemed.
Sighing to herself, Eliana hopped off her seat and gently grabbed the girl's arm, helping her up and bringing her to a stool, "Rest your head on the bar." Why would a lightweight come to a party without people to take care of her? The night had just begun! Oh, yeah, where was Amelia and Sylvia? Did they leave her? No matter. Eliana preferred to be alone. Her gaze trailed back to the mess on the floor. What a shame.
"Don't worry about it, dollface. Someone's coming to clean it up."
Turning on her heel, the brunette grinned at the kind bartender, "Alright! Thanks... eh-hem." Her attention went to the drunk Asian and then back at Giovanni, "I wonder if she came with someone..." It was obvious Eliana was not in the mood to take responsibility for anyone else but herself. For once, she didn't have to keep an eye on her baby sister. There was no way in hell she'd let her acquaintance ruin her night.
Running his hand through his hair, Giovanni suggested, "I did see who she was with but I don't think I'd be much help unless they came here. It's a good thing I'm the heart of the club, so if she did come with anyone, they'll find her. They always do. For the time being..." The bartender made Minako a glass of water and put it beside her, "I'll take care of her and call a cab. Go have fun! I can tell you don't get out much."
What should she do?
1) Search for other Mayweathers and hope for the best. Hey, you look like a HERO, did you come with this girl? She needs to go home!
2) Leave her in Gio's care and hope for the best. He's a reasonable man, plus he's probably dealt with this plenty of times before, right?
3) Apoligize to the transfer and say you have somewhere to be... Would that even help?
2) Leave her in Gio's care and hope for the best. He's a reasonable man, plus he's probably dealt with this plenty of times before, right?
3) Apoligize to the transfer and say you have somewhere to be... Would that even help?
Man, this was a frustrating situation to be in. This may come to bite her in the ass later but Eliana didn't care and decided to lie, "Oh! Don't you worry, I'm sure I can recognize someone from Mayweather! I'll be back~" and she used that chance to disappear into the crowd and to the coat rack, collecting her things, and deciding to enjoy the rest of her night outside.
Picking up his phone and dialing a cab, Giovanni glanced down at Minako and nonchalantly muttered, "She's not coming back. I hope you know that." He waited patiently for someone to answer, as he added, "Y'know, she probably doesn't trust you. I can tell by the way she talks and acts... she got a lot on her mind. It's unfortunate she's probably a basket case. She's a pretty one, that one."
Written by @lovely complex
Guess who's back?!
Danny Leoni, Senior Journalist extraordinaire and head editor of Mayweather Daily.
& Eliana Lovelace's kid sister, Jenivieve Lovelace!
Stay tuned for the School Newspaper Club and their members!
"Oh shit! I'm sorry... uh-er." Danny's brown orbs tried his damnedest to stay locked with the blue gaze of a blonde wrapped in a towel. Her hair was wet and she had just left the girl's bathroom. Now, she was heading toward the direction of Eliana Lovelace's dorm room. "Wait a tick. You're Jenna... Jenna Lovelace?"
"So you've heard of me. Yes, yes I am... now if you'll excuse me. I really don't want to talk right now." Her blue orbs were encircled with redness, as if she spent a good portion of her night crying.
"Uh... yeah. S-sorry about that." He pulled his pencil from behind his ear and watched her walk away. Nibbling at the end, he stared at the young one saunter off as he contemplated his next actions, "Wait... wait! Before you go!" Danny blurted out. God, he felt like a massive creep. Catching up with her, he watched her turn to look at him while she leaned on her sister's door, waiting for him to ask whatever he was going to ask, "I... read your blog."
Her cheeks beamed red at his words and she opened the door, beckoning him in. Thank god no one was down these halls or this would be seen as... sketchy on his part.
Closing the door behind her, she nervously asked, "What did you think? Too much? I just think--"
"I thought it was great! Fucking fantastic. There's a lot of... passion and hidden truths in your writing." Danny gave her a faux grin to assure her that she was the best damned writer in the whole entire world. Stroke the ego, my man. Stroke the ego.
"You really think so?" The bashful side of Jenna had appeared. Her soft fingers brushed her wet hair behind her ears, while she batted her eyes oh-so-adorably.
Danny pulled out his notepad and scribbled down words, causing her to try to peer and look at what he was writing, "Uh-huh, yeah. Great stuff. One of a kind. Fan service bound to happen." He ripped the piece of paper and handed it to her. "That's my number and school email. Save it, burn that paper, can't trust no one on campus, but I have a proposition for you."
She grabbed the piece of paper and looked at his sloppy handwriting, before meeting his gaze again, "A proposition? I don't even go here."
"Doesn't matter! We're starting a new column that is written by an anonymous face. We're calling it 'Dear Sophia'. We need something to keep our students.. excited and hopeful! It'll be half an advice column and half... whatever you want." He paused so she could digest his words before continuing, "I'm in love with your recent blog post! What if you used this as an opportunity to... inspire your sister's love life? And other students' love lives! Sophia can be like... a love guru!"
Jenna's eyes widened. This was... seriously happening? He wanted HER to be Sophia?! "A love guru? I-I've never been in love!" Her face went grim for a brief moment at the thought of Sylvia.
"Our readers don't know that. Just imagine how many lives you can change. Base her writing on your parents' love story or something! You're creative! Do the research! I'm willing to compensate or whatever. Maybe even update you on your sister's endeavors, because I'm sure she isn't completely honest with you."
Jenna looked at the paper and up at the boy who was doing a wonderful job at pitching this job to her but... she wasn't fully convinced. Not yet. Her stare saddened at the thought of her sister not telling her everything, "You really think Ellie doesn't share... things with me?"
Bingo. Danny gave her a reassuring smile, "She didn't tell you her interest in Lucas, but you caught onto that pretty quickly. Don't let your sister's... fear... get you down. She probably just doesn't want you to worry about her! BUT." He paused and leaned in closer.
Bringing his lips to her ear, he whispered, "You're smarter than other's think. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." Pulling away, he started back stepping to the door, "Alright, think on it, give me a call and--"
"Where do you think you're going?"
"What?" Danny dumbly blinked at the sixteen year old. She was giving him... a kittenish stare. What's this look for? Strange...
He started to loosen his tie. Was it getting hot in here or was it just him?
"I'll agree under one condition..." Her towel dropped to the floor and Danny's mouth dropped. This has to be illegal. "Why don't you... show me what love feels like? And then... I'll be your Sophia." She crept closer to him, causing him to bump his back into the door.
"I-I don't think I should. I can't sleep with--"
"Shuuush." She placed her finger on his lips and mischievously grinned, "She won't be here for another... 40 minutes, at least."
Danny gulped. What should he do?
Fade to black.
"So you've heard of me. Yes, yes I am... now if you'll excuse me. I really don't want to talk right now." Her blue orbs were encircled with redness, as if she spent a good portion of her night crying.
"Uh... yeah. S-sorry about that." He pulled his pencil from behind his ear and watched her walk away. Nibbling at the end, he stared at the young one saunter off as he contemplated his next actions, "Wait... wait! Before you go!" Danny blurted out. God, he felt like a massive creep. Catching up with her, he watched her turn to look at him while she leaned on her sister's door, waiting for him to ask whatever he was going to ask, "I... read your blog."
Her cheeks beamed red at his words and she opened the door, beckoning him in. Thank god no one was down these halls or this would be seen as... sketchy on his part.
Closing the door behind her, she nervously asked, "What did you think? Too much? I just think--"
"I thought it was great! Fucking fantastic. There's a lot of... passion and hidden truths in your writing." Danny gave her a faux grin to assure her that she was the best damned writer in the whole entire world. Stroke the ego, my man. Stroke the ego.
"You really think so?" The bashful side of Jenna had appeared. Her soft fingers brushed her wet hair behind her ears, while she batted her eyes oh-so-adorably.
Danny pulled out his notepad and scribbled down words, causing her to try to peer and look at what he was writing, "Uh-huh, yeah. Great stuff. One of a kind. Fan service bound to happen." He ripped the piece of paper and handed it to her. "That's my number and school email. Save it, burn that paper, can't trust no one on campus, but I have a proposition for you."
She grabbed the piece of paper and looked at his sloppy handwriting, before meeting his gaze again, "A proposition? I don't even go here."
"Doesn't matter! We're starting a new column that is written by an anonymous face. We're calling it 'Dear Sophia'. We need something to keep our students.. excited and hopeful! It'll be half an advice column and half... whatever you want." He paused so she could digest his words before continuing, "I'm in love with your recent blog post! What if you used this as an opportunity to... inspire your sister's love life? And other students' love lives! Sophia can be like... a love guru!"
Jenna's eyes widened. This was... seriously happening? He wanted HER to be Sophia?! "A love guru? I-I've never been in love!" Her face went grim for a brief moment at the thought of Sylvia.
"Our readers don't know that. Just imagine how many lives you can change. Base her writing on your parents' love story or something! You're creative! Do the research! I'm willing to compensate or whatever. Maybe even update you on your sister's endeavors, because I'm sure she isn't completely honest with you."
Jenna looked at the paper and up at the boy who was doing a wonderful job at pitching this job to her but... she wasn't fully convinced. Not yet. Her stare saddened at the thought of her sister not telling her everything, "You really think Ellie doesn't share... things with me?"
Bingo. Danny gave her a reassuring smile, "She didn't tell you her interest in Lucas, but you caught onto that pretty quickly. Don't let your sister's... fear... get you down. She probably just doesn't want you to worry about her! BUT." He paused and leaned in closer.
Bringing his lips to her ear, he whispered, "You're smarter than other's think. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." Pulling away, he started back stepping to the door, "Alright, think on it, give me a call and--"
"Where do you think you're going?"
"What?" Danny dumbly blinked at the sixteen year old. She was giving him... a kittenish stare. What's this look for? Strange...
He started to loosen his tie. Was it getting hot in here or was it just him?
"I'll agree under one condition..." Her towel dropped to the floor and Danny's mouth dropped. This has to be illegal. "Why don't you... show me what love feels like? And then... I'll be your Sophia." She crept closer to him, causing him to bump his back into the door.
"I-I don't think I should. I can't sleep with--"
"Shuuush." She placed her finger on his lips and mischievously grinned, "She won't be here for another... 40 minutes, at least."
Danny gulped. What should he do?
Fade to black.
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