Isabel, inexplicably, ended up outside of Simon's house. It'd been a long time since she'd been on a mission with Simon. Hell, since she'd seen him before the ball. The lights weren't on, so she didn't knock. Yet she didn't want to go back to the Den, where her dorm was. She didn't own a house because she had nothing outside of the Den really, so she didn't see any need to leave except for the occasional run, and it honestly had never bugged her. Now, she simply stood outside, wondering which of the two unlikely reasons it was that she had come here, and wondering how she knew where to go. She knew he owned a house, and his family name printed beneath the number confirmed it, but it still perplexed her to no end. She shook her head. She supposed she should start heading back to the Den, whether she wanted to or not.
When Simon got home he was surprised to see Isabel. She looked confused and he tilted his head at her. When she began to walk away he ran towards her. "Izzy!" He didn't want her to leave. Simon decided maybe he would invite her inside.
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ბ Ooc... ბ With..
ჯ ...but I know this is my life...and I won't bow down...ჯ
Isabel started when she heard Simon, turning to face him. She flushed slightly. "Oh, I'm sorry Simon. I just was doing one of my runs, you know? And then for some reason my brain was like 'hey let's stop here,' and it ended up your house and this all must seem kinda suspicious and I'm sorry it won't happen again," she said, rambling nervously. She really hoped he didn't think she was some stalker now. How could she possibly explain this? She silently cursed her brother. It was likely him. She heard his rich laughter in the back of her head and she slapped him mentally. a*****e. She forced herself to focus outwards and not the brother no one could see. "I was just leaving, honest. I didn't mean to but you, I mean, it is awfully late and all that, and I'm sure the last thing you wanted when you came home was to find someone and..." She trailed off. She was just being more suspicious like this.
A snicker spread across Simon's face when Isabel started panicking. His head slowly nodded with every word she said. Simon found her rambling in a word, "cute" and couldn't help but smile as he listened to her. When she finally started to trail off Simon pulled out a cigarette and exhaled a smoke in the opposite direction, not wanting to be rude. "Feel better now? Let's go inside. I'll make you some tea." At that Simon turned around and put his key in the door, walking inside and immediately pulled of his coat, revealing his short-sleeved shirt and scars on his arms.
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ჯ ...but I know this is my life...and I won't bow down...ჯ
Isabel was confused by Simon's reaction, but followed him in anyway. "Uh, thanks," she said, standing awkwardly for a moment. She didn't even mind the scars on his arms. Everyone here had scars for one reason or another. She sat at a chair silent for a moment. "So, why do you live here instead of the den?" She asked.
Simon began brewing the tea while he was inside and the entire time his facial expression was that of a lost soul. His face was almost completely blank, but it screamed that he was a deep thought. Simon sat on his couch still smoking and looked at Isabel when she asked her question. "Why would I leave this place? I've been living here since I got out of the orphanage." The assassin looked at Isabel wondering to himself what was so off about her. Reviewing the data in her file, Simon remembered Isabel's strange situation. Simon thought she had an imaginary friend whom she called her brother that she never let go of as a child but what did he know? Simon didn't want to be intruding but his curiousity was killing him on the inside. "So...Isabel, what's your brothers name?"
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ბ Ooc... Sorry for being inactive for a while. Hope I didn't screw your character experience up or miss anything important. ბ With.. Isabel, Maybe her brother, and Felix who's underground
ჯ ...but I know this is my life...and I won't bow down...ჯ
Isabel forced herself to relax, nodding at his explanation. She blinked at his question. "How do you-" she began sharply, then glanced at the computers and nodded, "Ah, right.... His name was Rythian. Rythian Enderborn.. But he doesn't exist anymore," she finished automatically. It was like a speech she'd told countless of the den shrinks. "He's not real, and I just have to assume someone else came and took care of me when I was little," she said, ignoring his scoff and indignant huffs and trying to push him out of her mind.
Simon read Isabel's facial expression as she relaxed. He grinned at her reaction to his knowing about her "brother". When he heard the name he wrote it down in his head to see if could try to find out something, but when she said he didn't exist anymore he pushed the idea aside. When the tea was done he poured two cups, that really were just cans that he cut the tops off of and gave one to Isabel. He sat down and took a sip thinking about what to say. "I see." Simon took another sip as he started to seep into thought. He shook his thoughts off and smiled at her feeling a bit rude. "Sorry. I don't mean to sound like some kind of doctor who thinks you're crazy. I don't think you are, really I don't. It was rude for me to ask you that question. Sorry. Umm....do you like the tea?" Simon took a drag from his cigarette before sipping his tea again and eyed Isabel's femenine features trying not to get caught peeping.
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Isabel shrugged, thanking him for the tea. "It's fine. I probably am nuts. I did become a guardian," she said with a small laugh. She took a sip of tea, sighing happily. "Tea's lovely," she said with a smile. She caught him looking but didn't mention it, just shifting slightly to cover herself up a bit better, leaning back in the process. "So, uh, have you ever gone to the highest point in the Den?"
Simon chuckled at her remark about becoming a guardian being crazy anyway. Once she said his tea was good his spirits were somewat lifted and he seemed to become a bit more cheerful. When she asked him if he'd been to the highest point of the Den he shrugged. Simon explored the entire place when he was younger doing parkour and stealing what he needed to survive, so he probably had, but didn't know it. "I don't know. Maybe." Of course after she shifted and changed her position he stopped eyeing her and put his attention on his computer screens.
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"Maybe? It's kind of hard to forget. It takes your breath and steals it for its own. Like it needs it for something. The wind rips right through you, as if you're flying," she began, getting a faraway, happy look in her eyes. "And then the sun sets and you can just see the water, and it's like someone spilled gems all over it and they dance with the waves. And at night, the Den shrouded in silence, you can almost pretend you're above it all. Just flying through the air. And when it rains, it cleanses something deep and primal in you. Like it's absolving you of some unknown sin. And when the sun comes back up, and rainbows appear, you can almost pretend that everything is peaceful. That you don't have to go out and fight aliens later," she suddenly brought herself back to reality at her brother's gentle hum of agreement ghosting across her mind. She blushed, taking another sip of tea. "Sorry, I'm rambling again," she muttered, looking over at the computers as well. "So, how many people do you know everything about?"
Simon thought about what she first said, feeling slightly embarassed that he could forget such a scene. Again Simon shrugged. When Isabel began to describe what it would look like slowly and gradually a genuine, heart-felt smile appeared on Simon's face. He looked at her, impressed and in a way, it made him like her more. She seemed like a free spirit when she wasn't being shy. "It's okay to ramble. I quite like it. I guess I've never seen the highest point in The Den though." Simon scratched the back of his head at her last question. "I don't know everything, just whatever is in their file. I only know about the recruits and the people I actually have an interest in. I don't know about the advanced guardians because their files are restricted from a simple assassin like me." Simon was lying and he hated it. It was true that he didn't know everything but he did have access to a few reaper files.
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ჯ ...but I know this is my life...and I won't bow down...ჯ
"Some people's files must be terrifying to look at," she muttered, thinking of all the shrink notes they must have on file for her, taking another sip of tea. She shook her head. "That's not important," she set aside the 'cup' suddenly, "you haven't been to the highest point," Isabel's face lit up with determination and excitement and her voice was coated with amusement, "I can't stand for that. We have to go. I can't let you go another moment without seeing it." She stood up, holding out her hand. "Be ready to see the most beautiful thing in the universe."
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