Name: Isidora Udinov<br/>Wearing: Red lace camisole tank top with a black long sleeved shirt underneath, a pair of black cargo pants, and some combat boots.<br/>Location: Mortocalus Plane<br/>Tagged: Jacob, Aaria; Open<br/>(http://fanzee.com/files/clubpicture/lyndsy-fonseca.jpg?1318246048)<br/><br/>The warm chuckle bubbled up in Issie's throat before she could stop it when she heard Adrian's comment towards Jake. She was just glad that at least everyone was managing to distract him. Maybe not completely, but she could see he was a little more eased than he had been before.<strong>"Like I'm going to say no to you when you are so lame right now? Nah... I'll wait until you're full-strength again to pick a fight."</strong>She retorted with a playful smirk on her lips and handed him the sleek black PSP console as she put away the 3DS.<strong>"There's a good deal of games loaded on it, so I'm sure you'll find something you won't hate."</strong>Issie said playfully before seating herself back into the cushions of the large rounded semi-circle couch on the right side of the plane and curling her legs beneath her bottom once more before looking over at Aaria.<br/><br/>With a playful exasperated sigh she replied,<strong>"Just as long as I don't have to try on any skirts or dresses. AND only if we can stop by some techie stores."</strong>She didn't hate fashion completely, but she wasn't as big into it as the other girls were. That was no secret amongst any of them since she tended to wear the more grunge like outfits and seeing Issie in a dress was like seeing a clean pig; very rare. The only times she wore more feminine items of clothing was when her parents forced it on her. She knew that she was going to get a lecture from her mother about how she was dressed for this party and she was desperately hoping that her mother would<em>not</em>force her to wear some skirt or something. Aaria's comment about greek men had Issie chuckling softly.<strong>"I think that I personally will leave the waltzing to the rest of you girls. Do you remember that dance at school? I still think my date from that night winced whenever I came walking near him because of how badly I bruised his toes from stepping on them."</strong>