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Post by isabelle on Jan 10, 2010 0:34:48 GMT -5
♥ [/color] Isabelle Lightwood♥[/center][/color] Why on earth was she here? How did she end up here? And why was she staying. Surrounded by the people she hated most, stupid ignorant mundies. Isabelle Lightwood was wondering why she even came. She was bored at home, no one was their. Clary was off with Jace, Alec was off with Magnus, and Max was no longer their. She sighed heavily, legs crossed before her, as her black gaze watched the humans walk back and forth before her. She was sitting in a museum surrounded by worthless art. It's safe to say Isabelle did not appreciate the delicate brush strokes that took years to create. Instead she was just looking for the next good time. So, how did she end up here again? Well that's what she was wondering.
A long braid fell down her back, as her jean clad legs, along with her 6 inch stilettos covered her feet, crossed before her. Her short black tank was pushed up to show her mid driff, drawing some eyes of the passer byers. Whether in awe, envy, desire, or disgust it made no never mind to her. She just wanted to be saved from boredom. Would her superman come? [/color][/center] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Tag: Anyone <3
Word Count: 201
Listening To: My heater
Wishing For: No School
Comments: Just looking for someone to rp with. If interested your welcome to join |
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Post by MAGNUS KAEL BANE on Jan 13, 2010 13:38:02 GMT -5
Alec was indeed not with Magnus, off training or hunting, or whatever stupid little thing his boyfriend did for those blasted Clave. He walked through the halls of the museum, breathing in the ancient smell of paint and mundanes. They always smelled so... odd. He continued to walk, the heels of his boots clicking against the freshly-waxed floor. People are staring at you, a small voice chimed inside his head. he rolled his eyes. When you go out dressed in every color of the rainbow, you tend to get stared at. He knew that. The little voice should, too. He sighed, standing in front of one of his favorite pieces in the whole building. He wanted to reach out and touch the clotted oil paints, to feel the way the artist had completed it. His fingers twitched toward the work of art, but humans were still staring at the High Warlock of Brooklyn, so he stayed his hand. He didn't want to get caught after all.
Magnus continued on his way through the halls, surprised when he saw Isabelle sitting there. He just stared at her for the longest moment before slowly walking up to the Shadowhunter, his boyfriend's younger sister. He didn't really like Isabelle, but he was curious. She hated mundanes. Why was she in a place full of them? "Interesting to see you here, dear," he told her, plopping down on the bench next to Izzy. She was so pretty, with her dark hair and pale skin, Magnus couldn't help being a little jealous of her. He liked himself fine, but sometimes he just wanted to be something different.
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Post by isabelle on Jan 14, 2010 19:54:17 GMT -5
♥ [/color] Isabelle Lightwood[/font] ♥[/center][/color] She knew he was their even before he walked into the section that she was in. Maybe it was the whispers of the strangely dressed man, or maybe Magnus had a very strange energy that made everyone stand up and take notice. Or that could be the clothes and hair style. A part of her wasn't surprised to see him here at all. Wasn't he into all this junk? Probably, though he could throw one hell of a party, which she could appreciate. When he sat and called her 'dear' her lip curled into a silent snarl as she spared him a look, then went right back to glaring hatred at the mundies. "Magnus, wonderful to see you." And by the tone of her voice that was a lie. It wasn't that she hated Magnus. Far from it, she actually kind of liked him in a weird messed up sort of way. But she didn't hide the fact that he pissed her off by stealing her brother from her. Giving him another glare, she let her foot beat out a tempo only she could hear.
"Where's Alec? I thought you two were inseparable."[/center] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Tag: Magnus and anyone
Word Count: 184. Not my best. I know
Listening To: Three Days Grace
Wishing For: Something to do |
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Post by MAGNUS KAEL BANE on Jan 15, 2010 21:02:54 GMT -5
Magnus could tell just from the look in Izzy's eyes that she wasn't pleased to see him. He was never pleased to see her, though, so he couldn't help feeling like a hypocrite when she spoke to him. He sighed as she mentioned Alec, shrugging. If Magnus was straight, he would have already gone after Isabelle Lightwood, but since he wasn't her brother was the best person for him on this planet. He wanted to tell her, 'Oh, he's sleeping off a long night of hot sex with me.' Then he'd toss a cat-like grin in her direction. But Magnus wasn't going to lie and make himself feel worse about the tension between his boyfriend and himself. "I have no clue where my lovely boyfriend is. I assumed he was with you, but apparently not. He's probably with Jace." He shrugged his thin shoulders once again. "I think he's avoiding me. He's been complaining that a certain someone is hassling him about me and how much time we spend together." He raised one dark eyebrow at Isabelle, daring her to speak up.
"Okay, I have to know what the fuck you're doing in a human art museum. If you're looking for boys, go to Starbucks. All the sexiest ones work there."
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Post by isabelle on Jan 16, 2010 0:41:07 GMT -5
♥ [/color] Isabelle Lightwood♥[/center][/color] No, Magnus Bane was not her favorite person. Though that wasn't saying much since she rarely liked anyone. Which was odd, since she got along more with guys than girls. Not having anything against gays you'd think she'd be fine with Magnus. Wrong. He took her brothers time to much. But upon making that comment she studied her perfectly manicured nails that she just got done to avoid what he was saying and the look he gave her. [/color] "No idea what your talking about.[/color] Was all she had to say. No way would she own up to hassling her brother. Puh lease. But at the somewhat outburst coming from Magnus, she raised a brow and turned to him. Nails forgotten. Why was she in a museum? No idea. But she frowned, her slender shoulders shrugging. [/color] "I have no idea. And I was thinking Starbucks, but my feet wanted to come here. Don't ask warlock."[/color] Of course her tone was defensive, and once more she looked away and found a young girl maybe around her age staring at her with daggers. A curl of her lips and a low snarl, and the girl promptly looked away once more."Mundies."[/center] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Tag: Magnus <3
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Listening To: The t.v.
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