[Forsaken] Freaky Friday – Eve/Isabelle
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writing_shadowsOOC: For Allison. With apologies to James Hooper. Cross-posted to my character journal.
Eve slowly woke up, stretching one arm across the bed she found no one else there, “Hey Nel, while you’re up can you get me a drink?” She was still groggy from sleep so it took a moment to realise that the other side of the bed wasn’t even warm and even longer still to register that her voice had sounded really strange to her ears.
Something was very, very wrong. She sat bolt upright in the bed and looked around her. This was most definitely not her room, most definitely not her flat. What the hell was going on? Then something even stranger caught her attention, this didn’t seem to be her body either... Getting up she threw on some clothes that she could find and went to look in the mirror.
Isabelle’s face looked back at her, “Oh for fuck’s sake you have got to be kidding me!”
A rage boiled up inside her then and her first thought was that some werewolf had done this to her, some stupid ritual or something that they could do... A ritual... Isabelle’s face frowned and she banged open the door and stomped upstairs to where Bas’ room was.
“Right you lazy sack of shit, what the fuck have you done to me?” There was no real response, the shape rolled over slightly in the bed but otherwise didn’t stir.
Irritated beyond belief she stomped downstairs to the kitchen and grabbed a bucket, filled it with cold water and some ice she got from the freezer before taking it back, all the way upstairs and throwing the contents all over Bas. He jerked in his sleep but otherwise barely seemed to notice.
“Fine. I’ll try something else then...” With that she went out of his room and slammed the door behind her.
Heading all the way back downstairs she did something that she knew would get his attention eventually. She moved the TV, DVD player and all of the consoles and hid them in one of the cupboards; as far back as she could get them. She then found some paper and a pen and scrawled a note and left it where the TV had been. With any luck Bas’ inherent laziness would make him come meet her in the pub she had named rather than him searching the house to get the stuff back. Of course he might just go back to bed, but she could always come back later and yell at him in that case, right now she needed to get out of this place.
Grabbing Isabelle’s handbag and coat, she headed out. It was time to buy her some new clothes; these things were far too... boring for her tastes. She wanted people to look at her, not ignore her existence totally.
She spent the afternoon finding a nice pair of heels, nice fashionable jeans which actually enhanced Isabelle’s figure and a top that went nicely with it. Make up and she was done. Hardly the best looking woman in the world, but she didn’t look too bad at all.
So she headed to the pub, going up and getting a drink and taking a seat, watching the place around her. She got some looks just as she walked in and smiled to herself, it didn’t seem to matter what body she was in, sex appeal had a lot to do with confidence in yourself and that was something she was very good at projecting.
One guy seemed to be staring at her intently from across the room and something about him set all of her hairs, well Isabelle’s, on edge. There was something strange about him, some weird feeling that she didn’t entirely understand. He was attractive though, a little older than her normal type, but then she was also in a somewhat older body as well so that wasn’t really a problem. She flashed him a winning smile and he headed over to the table and took a seat without even asking.
A part of her mind was screaming danger by now and another part was reminding her that she was also involved with someone, with another part of her dismissed as irrelevant when the guy in question was this body’s sister so if it was permanent then she was better off finding someone else anyway.
“So, you going to get me a drink?” She said to him, grinning still.
He looked at her for a moment before sloping off to the bar. She sat back and smiled to herself, perhaps this wasn’t as bad as she had thought it might be... And she had to find some way to kill the time till Bas woke and she could get some answers about what was going on.
Eve slowly woke up, stretching one arm across the bed she found no one else there, “Hey Nel, while you’re up can you get me a drink?” She was still groggy from sleep so it took a moment to realise that the other side of the bed wasn’t even warm and even longer still to register that her voice had sounded really strange to her ears.
Something was very, very wrong. She sat bolt upright in the bed and looked around her. This was most definitely not her room, most definitely not her flat. What the hell was going on? Then something even stranger caught her attention, this didn’t seem to be her body either... Getting up she threw on some clothes that she could find and went to look in the mirror.
Isabelle’s face looked back at her, “Oh for fuck’s sake you have got to be kidding me!”
A rage boiled up inside her then and her first thought was that some werewolf had done this to her, some stupid ritual or something that they could do... A ritual... Isabelle’s face frowned and she banged open the door and stomped upstairs to where Bas’ room was.
“Right you lazy sack of shit, what the fuck have you done to me?” There was no real response, the shape rolled over slightly in the bed but otherwise didn’t stir.
Irritated beyond belief she stomped downstairs to the kitchen and grabbed a bucket, filled it with cold water and some ice she got from the freezer before taking it back, all the way upstairs and throwing the contents all over Bas. He jerked in his sleep but otherwise barely seemed to notice.
“Fine. I’ll try something else then...” With that she went out of his room and slammed the door behind her.
Heading all the way back downstairs she did something that she knew would get his attention eventually. She moved the TV, DVD player and all of the consoles and hid them in one of the cupboards; as far back as she could get them. She then found some paper and a pen and scrawled a note and left it where the TV had been. With any luck Bas’ inherent laziness would make him come meet her in the pub she had named rather than him searching the house to get the stuff back. Of course he might just go back to bed, but she could always come back later and yell at him in that case, right now she needed to get out of this place.
Grabbing Isabelle’s handbag and coat, she headed out. It was time to buy her some new clothes; these things were far too... boring for her tastes. She wanted people to look at her, not ignore her existence totally.
She spent the afternoon finding a nice pair of heels, nice fashionable jeans which actually enhanced Isabelle’s figure and a top that went nicely with it. Make up and she was done. Hardly the best looking woman in the world, but she didn’t look too bad at all.
So she headed to the pub, going up and getting a drink and taking a seat, watching the place around her. She got some looks just as she walked in and smiled to herself, it didn’t seem to matter what body she was in, sex appeal had a lot to do with confidence in yourself and that was something she was very good at projecting.
One guy seemed to be staring at her intently from across the room and something about him set all of her hairs, well Isabelle’s, on edge. There was something strange about him, some weird feeling that she didn’t entirely understand. He was attractive though, a little older than her normal type, but then she was also in a somewhat older body as well so that wasn’t really a problem. She flashed him a winning smile and he headed over to the table and took a seat without even asking.
A part of her mind was screaming danger by now and another part was reminding her that she was also involved with someone, with another part of her dismissed as irrelevant when the guy in question was this body’s sister so if it was permanent then she was better off finding someone else anyway.
“So, you going to get me a drink?” She said to him, grinning still.
He looked at her for a moment before sloping off to the bar. She sat back and smiled to herself, perhaps this wasn’t as bad as she had thought it might be... And she had to find some way to kill the time till Bas woke and she could get some answers about what was going on.
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