Alec isn't real. Jace isn't real. Nobody that Izzy remembers is real...at least according to everything that she's heard thus far. The young woman can't quite manage to pinpoint what emotion to settle on because she's beyond overwhelmed at the moment. How can such vivid memories be false? How can they just be a glitch? The thought keeps coming back into Izzy's mind despite the number of times that she was forced to watch that damned video.
She can almost feel the remnant of the bracelet that was her whip on her wrist, as if she wore it so often that she isn't complete without it. That's not real either. It isn't easy for the young woman to decide on what actually is real at the moment.
What does Isabelle know for sure?
Honestly, she can't trust much of anything automatically other than the fact that there was no way in hell that she was going to be able to watch that damned video anymore. Her head hurts and she sort of feels like she's flitting through some sort of dream. Izzy barely remembers what she did after she was released from the room with the video. Her movements are more of a shuffle than what she feels is normal and Izzy can't help but feel a distinct distaste for her footwear as she moves, just sort of letting whoever is in charge guide her along in her confused state.
The new face that Izzy notices, only because of the nod that he gives her, really...is more friendly than the others she's seen....it stands out from the others that have sort of blurred together at this point. Taking the items given to her, and not feeling a sense of familiarity or ownership over any of it, Izzy walks carefully toward the friendly face pausing only once she's in front of the taller man. She can feel a familiar urge to put forth what feels like a normal confidence, but everything she's just been through...she doesn't quite muster it up as she looks up at him. "I'm going to assume you were waiting on me....I'm Izzy." She shifts the items she was given so that she can offer her hand for a shake.
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She can almost feel the remnant of the bracelet that was her whip on her wrist, as if she wore it so often that she isn't complete without it. That's not real either. It isn't easy for the young woman to decide on what actually is real at the moment.
What does Isabelle know for sure?
Honestly, she can't trust much of anything automatically other than the fact that there was no way in hell that she was going to be able to watch that damned video anymore. Her head hurts and she sort of feels like she's flitting through some sort of dream. Izzy barely remembers what she did after she was released from the room with the video. Her movements are more of a shuffle than what she feels is normal and Izzy can't help but feel a distinct distaste for her footwear as she moves, just sort of letting whoever is in charge guide her along in her confused state.
The new face that Izzy notices, only because of the nod that he gives her, really...is more friendly than the others she's seen....it stands out from the others that have sort of blurred together at this point. Taking the items given to her, and not feeling a sense of familiarity or ownership over any of it, Izzy walks carefully toward the friendly face pausing only once she's in front of the taller man. She can feel a familiar urge to put forth what feels like a normal confidence, but everything she's just been through...she doesn't quite muster it up as she looks up at him. "I'm going to assume you were waiting on me....I'm Izzy." She shifts the items she was given so that she can offer her hand for a shake.