DUPONT, honolulu isabel (ND)

[Isabel Dupont]

i get all numb

--------------& it's honolulu isabel dupont to you.
----------------------------- ( Can cigarettes go bad? )

gender; female
age; 26
orientation; Heterosexual

when she sings it's over

build; tall, slender in the physically defenseless sort of way
height; 5'10"
weight; 129lbs
hair; long, natural wave to the dark brown strands
eye; Warm chocolate brown
overall;

such a strange numb

personality;
Isabel has alot of potiental to be someone who is far more independent and serious about life than she is now, but she finds little inspiration to even bother trying for that. She's lack motivation to be something worth her talents and potiental for years just losing a sense of what she wants and just living in her own world in a sort of way. Enjoying what she enjoys and being happy but unhappy in a sense with her life. She is quite lazy at times when she is allowed, but from the experiences of this not somewhat apocalyptic happening she knows full and well that sometimes more leisure to get up and run away or hide instead of just being to lazy to move. Isabel, who sometimes just likes to be know as Bell, has an almost stupidly optimistic look to life, despite having wanted to going to school to become a biologist and studying it a bit. Its sort of a lazy optismism hoping that things will just work out because they should and a lack of effort is really quite nice if you think about it. And though she can be rather slow to respond to a question, its not always because she's thinking of an answer, but because she's thinking of something other than the conversation, being actually rather quick witted when her mind is in the right place.

strengths; • Book Smart • Good with Computers • Quick Witted • Knows French and a little German

weaknesses; • Emotional • Gulliable • Unmotivated • Lazily Optimistic • Zoneful

likes; • Cigarettes • A Good Drink • Leisure • A Good Nap • Theater • Forgien Languages • The Word Hindu

dislikes; • Too much Quiet (Use to Love quiet) • Cold • Wet Lettace • Angry Yelling • Overly Confident People

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inventory;
Notre-Dame de Paris (book)
An empty carton of cigarettes
Half full yellow lighter
A stick as long as her leg (A replacement for her former bat)
An ipod with a dead battery[/blockquote]

and it brings my knees to the earth

family;

father; Bill Thomas Dupont
mother; Tara Maria Dupont ('nee Kelly)
siblings; Jared Marley Fritzroy
spouse; N/A
children; N/a
other; N/A

birth place; Cheshire, England
history;
Isabel always glared at whoever her managers were who happened to look at her file and learned that the girl with a hint of a British accent real name was Honolulu. One would wonder with parents named Bill and Tara how a girl could end up with the name of one of the most well known cities in Hawaii. The reason was the bane of her exsistance. Both Bill and Tara were fertile, but aparently not enough together. Bill had already had a son, Jared, who he barely ever saw, but was still there. It took a vacation to the good ol' island surrounded by blue for them to finally get Tara with a babe in that tummy of her's! SO with much joy they had decided that it'd be best if they named her after that remarkable time in Hawaii. From a young age she gagged at the thought and insisted to just about everyone that her name was actually Isabel, it was merely a typo. To her parents she complained about how she would have rather been born with the name Cheshire, the city of her birth. Not that they lived in England or anything, they had just been visiting her mother's parents(her mother being a true English womane who found her joy in America) and then Isabel decided to pop out just a tad too early with some complications. It was a true relief when she turned out all and well.

She was a smart girl, in school the teachers were a bit amazed at times at her reading skills, so much so that she skipped the first grade, her teachers believing that staying with those in her own age group would just bring her down. Her grades were to perfection

and god bless you all

alias; Allee
age; 16
experience; Almost four years
sample;
Last Post Written

He'd been ready despite his being forced into something like this with such a ridiculous person. Standing there he had looked down the isle, wondering why Ms. Prewett had not yet come down the rows of people waiting to see the ceremony go through and two people not even twenty had the rest of their lives forced upon them. For a moment he'd thought of rebelling and just walking away from it all but then some how his mother came into his view and said something which made the rebel silence itself. He couldn't remember the words that she had spoken exactly, they infact had surprised him, taken him aback. Had she just said those very words of which he'd thought. A smile asured it and his claims to himself that he was done caring whether or not his mother was satisfied with him, found him worthy of something instantly revealed themselves as the shit they really were. He was a fool, pathetic... Then again what child should feel shame and distaste for themself for wanting their mother's love and adoration? He'd looked to the priest and then down to see his mother shaking her head and then walking off, he not knowing to look for the bride rather than see what was taking her so long to walk down the isle. Shifting a bit, his feet had already started to hurt from..... A sigh through the nose and a look to his father who just looked out with a glare. He had appeared so nonchalant, and oddly he was. Despite the fact that he was standing infront of a crowd of people who looked at him in question and symapthy, shifting and looking around. The whispers had been a little bit of one just a little to loud here and there but by a half an hour after the set time of marriage they'd become a quiet mumur of gossiping voices. Some what like annoying bees, save not so much annoying. The more restless they got the more hurried the bride would be he had thought. It was only a few minutes after that point that Rosalie's mother came up beside him, touching his shoulder gently. There was something in her eyes besides the extra shine that was caused by excess tears. "I'm sorry Mr. Bletchely... We... We cannot find my daughter." It was shame. Never had Owen believed in the curse which came in seeing your bride in the dress before she walked down the isle was true. Hell, he didn't even believe in honest marriage. His parents had been arranged, and their parents before that.

He had walked into her dressing earlier that day, her dress on, helpers fussing over the smallest detail. Owen had come only to see what she thought of the wedding ring his parents had picked, or so he said. Her personality was certainly in the shits, but her body was something attractive, and to be all well and honest. To be honest for a moment he had imagined taking that white dress from her slender body. Though it could have been because his mother had told him no girls from a certain point before the marriage and of course he had listened... To an extent. Kissing Jessica at the gala meant nothing. Well it did but in another way. But even now at this very moment his mind went to the thought for a second as he let out a gasp and then a groan. He had walked away from the alter after that, taking the rings from the best man and handing them over to who was suppose to his mother-in-law. 'Well then you can clean this up, tell ever one their is no show and why.' He hadn't been upset, not in the least, he had felt the electricty of freedom running through his viens. Celeberation. Celeberation of some sort was to be had. Which is why his hands now ran through the hair of a brunette in the bathroom of the Black Magik Nightclub. With honesty he had truly just come in to use the rest room and then go back to flirting with said girl but when he was about ready to leave... Well the door was locked, his pants unzippered. He couldn't really even remember he face by this point. No it was only the pleasure that he thought of as she so excellently did what some girls some how failed how with her mouth. He gripped her hair with a grin, breaths some what shakey as she purely licked for a moment. He said something and it seemed to be heard since he soon forgot what it was that he exactly said. The young man was about to let out of soft groan, but felt all of his muscles jump as he heard a knock and a shout at the door. The brunette yelled something about being done soon, cutting off Owen's personal fuck off statement. Soon he felt the relief of release after trying to hold it back before, the woman standing up with her hand to her lips. When she realized that his eyes glanced at her she smirked, watching him as he but himself back into his pants and zipped it up. "Want to go somewhere else?" he asked walking closer to her. She too walked closer, giving his lips a soft kiss before saying the words. "Not yet, I want to see you dance." Bunette opened the door as there was another knock Owen following after.

Owen didn't often dance, but as said before this was to celeberate the fact that he was free and that a questionable ring no longer bound itself to his finger. He at first didn't get a step there quite right on beat, or a shift there, but it was obvious that the two already had a few drinks in them since they laughed horribly at the mistakes. Her body felt so good against his, her hips against his, her bum in just the right place. His hands here there, her hands here there. A kiss here there, but now that she had done something for him she expected him to keep trying harder and harder. Even if she did start with another man. Though there was one where she shifted to another and Owen brought her back only to say that he was going to get a drink. He shifted through the crowd making it to the bar and practically falling against it. He waited for the women beside him to get her drink to order his. Funny, you'd think if you were going to marry someone, you would at leas know their voice. He slipped into the stool beside her. "Scotch, please." It was his favorite. He looked to the side to see the woman and his eyes flashed wide for a moment before going to a more emotionless state. "Rosalie... I figured you would have run off to some other country by now."

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