<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/e2/14/85/e21485a1ec3fc3600d712c1c1ef8b8bc--haircolor-love-her.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Isobel McGowen<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>October 27th 2017<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Auditorium<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Open, Vellyn<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong><br/><br/><br/><em> "We don't deal with outsiders very well, they say newcomers have a certain smell." </em>Her wireless headphones played in her ears as she sat on the ferry to the new island. A white sketch book sat in her lap as she pulled her feet up letting her heels catch the edge of the seat. Isobel was in a different place, completely unaware of what was around her as she sat with her hands in her pockets.<br/><br/>Isobel looked like the type of girl who didn't speak to people. The type that other girls her age would call "freak" and snub their noses at. Her brown hair blew in the wind around her small features. A green faded army jacket protecting her from the wind with some black leggings and a pair of worn in brown boots on her feet. Her green eyes were focused on the page in front of her.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/65/91/21/65912187c2f12d3ff1098480bc42070a--mermaid-sketch-a-mermaid.jpg)</div>A sketching pencil danced across the paper unaided by any hand. It moved as if dancing as her eyes stared at the paper and the picture of the mermaid that was appearing. She knew everyone else in the ship was like her.. Well not extactly but they were all special some how. But long habits can be hard to break and so she kept to herself sitting quietly and minding her own business.<br/><br/>As the ferry docked she put her earphones in her pocket gathering her things as she stood up. She noticed a man fall in line behind her. Looking back over her shoulder towards him with a small smile. He was huge, Izzy was small but this guy was big even for a normal human. She wondered if he was a were, she had heard that they would be here at the school too. She noticed the way he was smelling her, like a dog when they meet another dog. Izzy felt a bit embarrassed because she had been traveling all day and felt a bit grimey.<br/><br/>Walking into the auditorium she took a seat and waited listening to the introduction. Looking down at the room number on her ticket she wondered if they were single dorms or if she would have a roommate. "315" her tag said and she rose up from her seat to go find her room. As she started to move tho her path was blocked by the large man. "Excuse me." Izzy had a Scottish accent when she spoke and reached up to brush her hair back behind her ear. As she smiled to him he could see her deep dimples. Izzy was nervous she knew this could be a new start ... Or it could be the same thing she just left.