[Today, Isabel is in London, and bundled up warm against the ENDLESS SNOW that seems to have decided to assault her dad this year. She's sitting on a bench near the Thames with a notepad out, a pencil held in gloved fingers, and chews her lip thoughtfully before shaking her head and crossing something out decisively.]

No, that's not right...

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[Natasha is sitting on the steps outside of a library with a jacket on, hood pulled over her head, and a scarf around her neck; there's a book in her hand, but she's not reading it. In fact, she's staring off blankly into space. She looks pretty tired - and about as close to sad as Tasha gets. She almost seems lost ( Read more... )

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[And here would be a teenage lad wandering around the premises of London, looking annoyed and huffing once or twice, before pacing. He's wandered off from his parents, since they're arguing again, and like bloody hell he wants to be anywhere near those two when they fight. In his wandering, he's been transported to here, and is looking more grouchy ( Read more... )