"Happy birthday to me." Isabel sings softly to herself as she cleaned, because even though it is her birthday, she has no problem cleaning. She glances at the clock, and then the door, waiting for her husband. Yes, Warren is no longer married to a teenager, poor guy. His wife is now twenty. However will he deal? Either way, Isabel's day is ( Read more... )

Isabel is asleep on the couch of the apartment. The truth is, she's been worried. Because Warren hasn't reappeared and neither has Wes. So something was wrong. What if Wes still wasn't finished with his assignment? The apartment is clean, for Mrs. Warren Meers is good at that sort of thing. And she's awaiting the return of her husband so she ( Read more... )

Isabel walks into the front door a little nervously. "Warren? Um...I'm home...can we talk." And she sees him in the living room and walks towards him, fully prepared to kiss him.

Isabel and IV lay in the guest room of Faith's suite. She is still unconscious, though the IV is at least giving her some source of nourishment.

"And that constellation is Andromeda. She was the daughter of Casseopia and her horrible mother led to her being sacrified to a sea monster." She moved to cuddle closer to Alex as they sat on their log, watching the stars. It was warmer this time though. No need for cold weather gear as last time. She was in jeans and a simple t-shirt, but ( Read more... )

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Isabel stood in front of the door to Milliways. Home. She'd go home. To Warren.

With a shaking hand she opens the door, stepping to the apartment she shared with her beloved husband. She pulled it closed, not saying a word. If he'd heard her and came out, she would talk but for now? For now she sits down inside, back against the closed door.

Redemption

That had been the plan.

She'd kill him.

She'd be freed.

And yet ever since she's hid away in her old room at the bar, sitting atop the bed, knees up to her chest. She has not come out, not even for food, but perhaps she has some in the room.

It could be argued that Isabel had had the best control over her powers when they were teenagers. Well younger ones than they are now. She'd been a 'recreational user' which often gotten her scolded by her brother. From lipstick colors, to the playing of cds, to messing with air conditioners and melting cheese, she'd been loose with her powers ( Read more... )

Isabel paces for a bit, looking really stressed. "I can't do this..." Her eyes squeeze shut of their own accord and she hugs Michael tightly. "I'm scared..." She couldn't tell why she was so scared about this but for some reason she was terrified. But often she got scared when trying new things with her powers. She was about to attempt to ( Read more... )