FLYTE, Isari Lillianna

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FLYTE, Isari L I l l i a n n a

Krystal Meyers – Isari Lillianna Flyte

whats that in your head?
"a simple melody".

name: Reeses Pieces…or just Reesa
age: Old as fucking time, aka 21
roleplaying experience: Far too long. 6 years by now
roleplaying sample:

Dancing in the rain, who would thought thoughts like that would amuse the Ice Bitch herself? They usually didn’t, honestly. But when she was with two certain boys who made her relax enough to let down her guards, she found herself thinking thoughts she wouldn’t usually let herself think. One of those boys was obviously her boyfriend. Justin, since she had met him, had made her laugh and made her relax enough to put her guards down and really enjoy herself. She had thought, before, that only Lux would only ever make her relaxed enough to do something like laugh and play again, but Justin seemed to do it as easy as breathing .Maybe that was why she loved being around him so much.

Or at least, one of the reasons.

She spared a look for Crimson. Her guitar was one of her big escapes, one of her big ways to get away form the world when she didn’t have her boys with her to make her relax. She needed that guitar and she didn’t know what she’d do if she ever lost it or it ever got ruined. She wouldn’t let Lux buy her another one, she didn’t care that he had the money to get her a new guitar, she just hated feeling like a charity case. So she took care of this guitar like it was her all, though she decided that it would be fine where it was, inder the tree, shielded from the light rain. Of course Justin noticed and commented on I though.

Cris turned her attention back to Justin with an arch of her brow, and tried to keep the grin from playing on her lips. She was too open to be controlling her emotions with an icy fist like she usually did. Most things she felt were actually appearing on her face, it was weird for the Ice queen, she wasn’t used to it. She also hadn’t noticed it was happening so, that was good at least. ”I’m sure she will” Cris said, putting the emphasis on she. Her guitar was not an it. It wasn’t a soulless machine. It was a music maker, a soulful she, and deserved to not be called an it by boys that didn’t know better. Meet one of Cris’s million pet peeves.

That was when she stood though and extended her hands down to him with a laugh. He didn’t move soon enough and she let him know that she would never dance again so he better make use of this chance. She grinned when he took her hands and stood. ”No, no you better not” she replied, nodding gravely. She was entirely amused and pretending that this was a very serious matter. Funny how around him she could act like a kid again. He brought out the best in her and she really hoped he knew that, because it was entirely true. Around him…she actually liked herself. Around him she was able to laugh, it was so weird but it amused her, made her hapy. This was why she had said yes when he had asked her out. Not that he had really asked? They had been stuck in a cave though so she was willing to ignore that fail.

Cris laughed when Justin called her the weird one basically and rolled her eyes at him. Really? The king of jolly songs had never heard that one? That was a crime. When Cris had been really little, before her mother had entirely turned her father into a soulless automaton, he used to sing it to her all the time in the rain, and she figured she might as well share that little tidbit with him. He knew so little of her life before they met, that was mostly because Cris didn’t want to share it. She didn’t think it was important enough to share. She was so different from the girl she used to be after all, he didn’t need to know about what a mouse and a push over she used to be. She’d rather he just knew her how she was and not who she used to be. It was better that way. ”You are the weird one” she teased, and then she laughed, singing the lyrics this time. If you like Pina Coladas, And getting caught in the rain, If you're not into yoga, If you have half a brain, If you'd like making love at midnight, In the dunes on the Cape, Then I'm the love that you've looked for, Write to me and escape.…My dad used to sing it to me aaaall the time when it used to rain, before my mother got her claws into him” she said with a shrug after she finished serenading her boyfriend, if it could be called that.

She laughed at his accent, it was such a fail and she knew it bugged him that he was such a fail at that. Raea was always teasing him with her perfect English accent when he tried and failed. She rolled her eyes and curtseyed playfully, if he was going to tip his hat than she was going to curtsy. And if he ever mentioned that she had done it ever again she would murder him slowly and painfully, but for just the two of them she didn’t mind doing it. It wouldn’t kill her and it would amuse him, win-win for now at least. ”I’d be delighted, good sir” she said in an English accent all her own to mock him because she could do that too, deciding to ignore his threat about killing her, he knew he wouldn’t do it and so did she. She always won after all.

She took the hand that he extended, and let him pull her into a dance in the non-existent music. She didn’t really dance, so for once Justin would get to lead. Go him. She just didn’t feel like making too much of a fool out of herself, so let the flailer lead this little dance.

She didn’t mind giving him the pants when no one else could see.

Words: 1081
Comments: It fails at times ><
Muse: Sugarland - Stuck Like Glue.

when you think things are getting better
"remember we're best friends for never".

full name: Isari Lillianna Flyte
nickname: Isa, Iz, Izzy, Ri, Shrimp, Techie, Gidget
age: 17, soon to be 18
band, position: Techie, Sue the Lawyer
sexual orientation: Straight
hometown: Cocoa Beach, Florida

this is the way out!
"this is my home now".

how did you get here:

Oh fuck how did I get here? Well Ma and Pops loved each other very much…*snickers* Okay fine, I’ll be serious. Basically, I was an accident baby, fuck it wasn’t hard to figure out. Ma isn’t the type to want kids after all, ya know? But hey, I know they loved me anyway. Still, the way they raised me wasn’t all that normal. Ma always forgot she couldn’t curse around me, hence my flair for the less nice adjectives in the world. And they both tended to keep me on a damn loose leash, rules really weren’t their thing at all. I was on my own a lot, but that was how I liked it. I’m not a people person, get it? I don’t like you, you will know it in the first five seconds of knowing me. So, this caused a fuck-load of time spent on my own with my cat, Sai. And my laptop. I took to that like…shit, like I was born to do it. Being that my Ma’s a techie-phobe, she doesn’t much get it. But hey, they supported me.

It was when I was about 8 and way too pale and pasty for my age that they began to worry. Pops talked to his Mom, my Grams, and they came up with a solution. See, Cocoa Beach is one of the best surf spots in Florida, one of the best on the East Coast, and they figured…well hey, if they were going to push me out into the fucking world, might as well do it with a bang, right? I took to it almost as well as I took to my tech shit. I love to surf, its like the second love of my life. If theres any time where the band is by the water, I’m out in the beach. I know it’s fucking ironic, a techie that loves the water, but hey, never said I was normal in the fucking slightest. Excuse my love of the word fuck. Anyway…moving on.

When I was about 15, I had a friend—shocker I know—who did the tech stuff for music. Damn, that seemed way more interesting to me. I still did my hacking, still took my laptop apart and put it back together better just about every week…but now I was tagging along with him to all these shows. I guess he thought I was just some cute little kid or something. Anyway, he taught me a lot. And I learned more on my own. I ate it up.

Which is why, I guess, when I turned 17 and saw an ad for a band needing a techie after coming home from a good day on the surf, I knew I had to at least give it a shot. Ma and Pops didn’t really….like it much. But I’ve always been independent bitch, so eventually they gave in, signed the form sayin’ that even though I was underage they approved…and drove me to Orlando. Do you know how hard it is to get into a fucking band when you’re underage? Eh, I guess it depends on the band. Besides, the rest’a the bunch isn’t that much older than me. But I know my stuff and that’s hard to deny. Been moving around with them ever since, and fuck do I love it.

we're on a misson
"and we'll take our time".

likes:

• Cursing, a lot
  
• Chocolate
  
• Surfing
  
• Technology
  
• Cats, especially her own
  
• Her laptop
  
• Making others upset when they piss her off
  
• The water
  
• Fruitloops (don’t ask)
  
• Being mature
  
• Hiding her emotions
  
• On rare occasions, goofing off with people she likes/trusts
  
• Being randomly spiteful
  
• Holding grudges

dislikes:

• Most people
  
• Fire, slightly pyrophobic
  
• People treating her different cause she’s young
  
• Being called Shrimp
  
• Her height (ties in with above)
  
• Having to stay inside
  
• Veggies
  
• Cryptic things
  
• Did I mention most people?
  
• Shutting herself away from people