<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a9/e0/ca/a9e0cad0f1fe82aadad6f95ed69dc14d.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Isobelle<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Banquet Hall<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Gown</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/UT8dpECXPdaXXagOFbXx.jpg_640x10000.jpg)<br/></div></div><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elia, Hudson, Stephen<br/><div class="floatright">(https://sites.create-cdn.net/siteimages/5/0/3/50308/93/2/8/9328459/747x1000.jpg?1416057531)</div><hr/><br/>The Viking God was right, if they tried to leave now it would look incredibly bad to the authorities when they arrived as it would appear they had fled the scene.<br/><br/>"Shit." Isobelle cursed at his logic but did indeed stand up when he silently beckoned her to before he placed an arm around her waist. She nodded. "I believe that is a good idea. Now that the rest of the place is opened as the guards are all looking for the mad murderer, let's slip out and find a place to hide out and make sure we aren't the next grizzly victims." Turning her head around, Isobelle got a wicked idea before turning to Angel with a sneaky snicker. "Wait, before we go I'm going to grab us a bottle of something from the bar, you grab some plates of food. You too, Thor. Let's meet up by the exit." And with that she giggled mischievously from under the man's arm as they split up with their assignments, the exotic woman walking very casually over to the bar as the server behind it was gossiping with one of the guests in distraction, and very quickly she leaned and reached over to grab a bottle of red wine and a second bottle of whiskey. Turning around quickly, she hugged her contraband to her breasts and returned to the rendezvous point to find her partners waiting for her. "Good girl," she commended Elia as she handed her the bottle of wine before taking one of the two plates heaped with food from her so that they were sharing an equal load. Jerking her head towards the exit, Isobelle saw a flash of the Countess approach the older gentleman in white and invite him outside. "That<em>bitch</em>!" Isobelle pointed out the couple. "Look, she's all over another man before her husband's body has even grown cold!" She snuggled back under Hudson's left arm and against him as the trio made their way towards the door, continuing to gossip. "I bet she planned this whole thing to murder her husband so that she wouldn't be under suspicion."<br/><br/>They were almost out of the banquet hall before she spotted a singular man sitting by himself at a table, casually eating as if the murder didn't faze him in the least, his eyes clearly bored through the eyeholes of his mask, chewing his steak and enjoying his meal.<br/><br/>"Hey, you," Isobelle spoke to him as they passed his table on their way out. "Care to join us? We are off to explore the rest of this huge castle and try not to get killed." She lifted the bottle of pilfered whiskey in her hand and tempting him by wiggling her wrist in offering. "And possibly get drunk."