[ As she wakes and is ushered out of the darkness, her first thought is that this is it, she’s finally been found by the government. Her careless use of her powers has finally caught the sight of some low level FBI flunkie and she’s been caught. Isabel’s only concern is whether or not they’ve got everyone else too.
Water splashes down on her and she looks around frantically, trying to spot her brother, her best friend, or even Tess, but she doesn’t see anyone familiar. It’s not surprising. Even if they’re in this place with these other people, they would try to separate them. They’re too dangerous as a group.
Isabel feels like cursing when the woman tells her to hush, but instead shivers with fear and complies. Maybe there’s more to this than what she had originally thought.
The rest goes quickly. She is handed a device and this new world is explained to her. It’s almost funny to her in a way that isn’t funny at all. Isabel has been trying to escape her world all of her life and now that she’s found herself in this one all she feels is frustration and loneliness. Not to mention the fact that it’s the wrong world.
Being a fashionable socialite, the jumpsuit might as well be a burlap sack. She feels awkward in it as she walks along the sand path, looking around at the sites and trying to find something worthwhile to look at. As she catches sight of her reflection in a window, she scowls. The water dumped on her has caused her hair to dry all… Weird. Quickly, she looks around to make sure no eyes are on her, and she runs her hands over her hair. Miraculously, after she does so, it’s perfectly straight and has a bit of a shine to it. Isabel continues her walk. ]
[ Falling Down The Stairs ]
[ The dream comes as a mishmash of everything that has gone wrong in Isabel’s life. Mostly, it’s other people’s suffering that she hasn’t been able to alleviate. Her brother winding up in a government white room being poked and prodded by agents curious about life on other planets, her best friend being beaten by his own foster father… The one that sticks in her mind and glares at her most prominently, though, is that woman telling Isabel what sort of DNA she comes from, what sort of crimes she committed in her former life, and even going so far as to tell her that she would commit them again. It makes Isabel’s stomach turn every time she dreams about it.
But that doesn’t last long.
Soon, Isabel is walking away from the woman, walking and walking until she comes to a door. She turns the doorknob and steps through only to find herself falling. A cry passes her lips against her better efforts and she lands on the ground in that familiar dust. Looking up, she groans quietly. She isn’t alone. ]
What… Who are you?
[ Network, UN: izzy ]
Just… Curious. Is the jumpsuit the only clothing option?
Isabel Evans | Roswell
[ As she wakes and is ushered out of the darkness, her first thought is that this is it, she’s finally been found by the government. Her careless use of her powers has finally caught the sight of some low level FBI flunkie and she’s been caught. Isabel’s only concern is whether or not they’ve got everyone else too.
Water splashes down on her and she looks around frantically, trying to spot her brother, her best friend, or even Tess, but she doesn’t see anyone familiar. It’s not surprising. Even if they’re in this place with these other people, they would try to separate them. They’re too dangerous as a group.
Isabel feels like cursing when the woman tells her to hush, but instead shivers with fear and complies. Maybe there’s more to this than what she had originally thought.
The rest goes quickly. She is handed a device and this new world is explained to her. It’s almost funny to her in a way that isn’t funny at all. Isabel has been trying to escape her world all of her life and now that she’s found herself in this one all she feels is frustration and loneliness. Not to mention the fact that it’s the wrong world.
Being a fashionable socialite, the jumpsuit might as well be a burlap sack. She feels awkward in it as she walks along the sand path, looking around at the sites and trying to find something worthwhile to look at. As she catches sight of her reflection in a window, she scowls. The water dumped on her has caused her hair to dry all… Weird. Quickly, she looks around to make sure no eyes are on her, and she runs her hands over her hair. Miraculously, after she does so, it’s perfectly straight and has a bit of a shine to it. Isabel continues her walk. ]
[ Falling Down The Stairs ]
[ The dream comes as a mishmash of everything that has gone wrong in Isabel’s life. Mostly, it’s other people’s suffering that she hasn’t been able to alleviate. Her brother winding up in a government white room being poked and prodded by agents curious about life on other planets, her best friend being beaten by his own foster father… The one that sticks in her mind and glares at her most prominently, though, is that woman telling Isabel what sort of DNA she comes from, what sort of crimes she committed in her former life, and even going so far as to tell her that she would commit them again. It makes Isabel’s stomach turn every time she dreams about it.
But that doesn’t last long.
Soon, Isabel is walking away from the woman, walking and walking until she comes to a door. She turns the doorknob and steps through only to find herself falling. A cry passes her lips against her better efforts and she lands on the ground in that familiar dust. Looking up, she groans quietly. She isn’t alone. ]
What… Who are you?
[ Network, UN: izzy ]
Just… Curious. Is the jumpsuit the only clothing option?