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Isabella Rozen

Where ever you go... there you are. Going day by day... so let's see where it takes me.

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a character in “Captive in a Chemical Garden”, as played by Angel-Chii

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Age: 18

Face Claim: Nina Dobrev

Likes: Reading, music, dancing, singing, writing in her diary, watching the rain fall, running, keeping herself as active as possible (in which case she'll be in almost any competitive sport that pushes her to be her best), sometimes fashion (when she's in a better mood), remembering her past (she keeps a photograph of her family from a time before things got bad and she always looks at it when she feels homesick.

Dislikes: Having her will disregarded, spiders, lies, violence, drugs, robbed of choice, bugs, being treated like a child.

Fears: Death but not dying. Never reclaiming her freedom. Heights. Clowns. Weapons that can harm her. The pitch darkness. Abandonment.

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Personality: Before the abduction Isabella was your ordinary eighteen-year-old attending Temple University, working at her best friend's cafe, taking care of her family best as she could. Happy, sweet, thoughtful, self-less, a little stubborn, a little loud, kinda crazy with her friends, flirtatious, fun, ambitious. Quite honestly hopeful for the future, never once believing the inevitable turn her life would make one fateful day. After the situation become all too real, she'd keep to herself, as of current she's still attempting to wrap her head around her new situation. She can't help but feel absolute bitterness and guilt since she's in a "filthy-rich" world now while her family, friends, co-workers, people that knew her are probably sick with worry or believing her to be dead. The optimist she used to sport with a golden smile has vanished. Replaced with frowns and sarcastic retorts. She can be extremely cold and utterly closed-off. Especially toward anyone she thinks is suspicious or unreliable. She doesn't open up to anyone, much less the prince, and would rather find a quiet place where she can be alone. Only making an appearance when summoned. The young woman she was has locked herself away, what remains is but a husk of what once was. All Isabella truly wishes for is to go back home. Have the freedom and life that'd been stolen from her. If that isn't an option than to hell with playing her role.

History: Isabella lived an average American life. Being the only child she was spoiled rotten, treated like a princess, but she never became the spoiled brat people would assume she'd grow up to be. With a good head on her shoulders she took to mom's simply living ways, appreciate the little things, be kind, always smile, help others who can't help themselves, be modest, live an open, humble approach to life. However when Isabella turned 16 she'd been diagnosed with Cardiac Arrythmia. Since then she'd learned to take her fast, active life to a minimum. So long sports careers! From trophies to pills, that's the decline for someone who used to live in the clouds. It's life's ways of anchoring her to the earth, and raw reality that had become her life. Despite a bout of depression she was able to cope with the help of family and friends. It's been tough, sure there were adjustments getting used to and life changes she had to make but it wouldn't deter her from working to reach her dreams. Isabella wanted to become a dance therapist, and with her condition it may be difficult however it's through dance that saved her life in a way. It taught her how to better understand her body, how to focus, how to breathe and express herself in ways sports could never do.

After graduating High School with top honors, Isabella moved to PA, where she'd attend, Temple University and roomied with her best friend, Joanna Herper. While far from home, Isabella kept contact with her parents. They worked at a bakery shop and welcomed her back whenever she had a break or just wanted to go home. Life was pretty much normal until one day, while hiking in the woods with a bunch of friends, Isabella, lured by her then boy friend for a make-out session shit just hit the ceiling fan. It was so surreal and so sudden that it was all a blur to her. Just when they were in the heat of the moment, their reunion was cut short by the blood curdling screams of her friends, and the gun fire that exploded in the once, warm and safe woods. She didn't know how it had happened but she was pulled away from her Damien and in attempt at trying to escape she was gagged, blindfolded, tied up, and put in the back of a van. Since then life's become a sick fairy tale with no happy ending in sight.

So begins...

Isabella Rozen's Story

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One moment Isabella Rozen is walking down the street, minding her own business, worried about normal things like school grades, boys, and parties. The next she's ripped off the streets in broad day light, roughly transported for hours blindfolded and manhandled by ruthless men, plunged into a giant mansion or whatever the hell she's been taken to, and forced into what seemed like a hell of an expensive dress. To top it all off she'd even went along with marrying a guy she didn't even know who calls himself a Prince? All under 72 hours give or take. Don't freak. Don't you dare freak. She repeated it over and over as it became her mantra to keep herself from falling apart. This must be a prank, someone was punking her. Right?

By some God given luck, Isabella managed to keep some of her belongings, fragments of her identity. A picture of mom and dad, her brother herself. Frozen smiles forever captured in the crumpled picture. The dead iPod (sans the charger), and the diary. Somehow it all felt like a dream. Nothing but foreign collection of artifacts that no one would ever see. Something told her she wasn't supposed to have them. Then she wondered why she had been subjected to such treatment. This is a joke, and she was still merely trying to wrap her head around the punch-line. Still searching for the tell-tale hidden cameras.

She hugged the frame against her chest. If it turned out to be some kind of twisted kidnapping, if it was as crazy as she thought. There was no way in hell she'd remain the do-gooder, carrying along with their games. Whoever was calling the shots she'd demand answers and hell if they ignored her. This was her life and she wasn't about to let it slip from her hands. This is a joke, a sick one, and she'd be home in no time. Just as soon as she figured out what's what. Hiding the frame in her bag, slipping it under the bed she made for the door, tripping a little as the shoes felt way too high for her comfort.

"Fuck it." She reached for the side dresser and tore off the heels. Tossing them aside she sighed and went for the door. Whatever this was it ended now.

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Shelby sat silently as Decker tried to rephrase his words, thinking that what he SAID offended her. It wasn't what he said. It was the entire situation. She was about to respond to him, when he told her to meet him at the table when she was ready. After he left, Shelby sat in silence for a few moments. Finally, she rose and walked into the gardens. She didn't care about ruining her makeup or tearing the dress, so she sat down near a rose bush and started humming her sister's favorite lullaby and gently examined the blossoming rose buds.

A few minutes later she heard two men talking a few feet away from her, but she could not see their faces. The rose bushes grew quite high and she was at a disadvantage sitting on the ground.
"Is it done?" a gruff voice asked. "Yeah. It's all taken care of. Not a single dime was spent on the brat." another voice answered. "Everything go smoothly? I don't want anyone poking their nose around." the gruff voice responded "Yeah. The old man put up a bit of a fight, but the sick girl was easy to take care of. Far too young to know what was going on in the first place. Shame. She would've made a nice bride if she wasn't sick."
Shelby's eyes widened. Were they talking about her father and sister? What did they mean by taken care of?
"Good. The girl doesn't know correct? We don't need anymore drama from her. She's acting civil because Edith told her that we'd kill her sister if she didn't." both men chuckled sadistically. "No. She doesn't know and I plan on keeping it that way."

Before she knew what she was doing, Shelby barreled through the rose bushes, earning herself multiple scrapes and a torn dress. Her fist met the face of one of the men, but she was stunned for a moment by the look of the other man. He was covered in spatters of blood. She realized why he looked the way he did, and Just as she was about to strike again one of the men grabbed her around the waist and twisted her arms behind her back. Shelby heard a sickening 'pop' and searing pain shot through her shoulder, but she refused to give them the satisfaction of crying out. "Bitch" the blood spattered man mumbled under his breath. The other man was about to strike again but he was stopped. "A dislocated shoulder can be explained away, but if she goes back to the party bruised and broken you'll have to be the one to explain that to the governor."

As the men were discussing what to do with her, she wriggled free of their grasp and ran. She didn't stop or look back she just ran. The garden seemed to stretch on forever and she didn't stop again until she couldn't hear them behind her anymore. When she turned around she almost fell over a girl sitting on the ground. She was holding a photo to her chest. Shelby was about to yell when she recognized the woman as one of her sister wives. She also noticed Decker coming, and froze.

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"Isabella. You don't have to stay here. I apologize for—for everything. I was a fool and far too optimistic to think you all chose me. Please, If that is not enough, Strike me. Take all of your anger out on me. I deserve it." He said.

Ah-ha, not a prank! And it did very little to comfort her. Still, what's the deal with this entire set-up? All these girls appeared strangely calm, somehow were ok with marrying a dude they didn't even know. And he hadn't realized it all until she said something? Shocker.

So, she was actually free to go? Really?

Somehow, with all the effort put into all this, she highly doubted she'd be able to simply drop everything and walk out. Not with how specific the guys in the shadows had pulled the stunt. Isabella felt like the only sane person. Cause the other girls shared a mutual standing. They all wanted in with the prince. Or Governor. Whatever. Straightening she turned from the fountain and took one final sweep of the area. Everything was so decked out, over the top. Nearly picturesque, again reminding her of some old romance movie. Now this was a set up for some fantasy fairy tale. A dream for delusional girls who wanted the royal princess life. She just wasn't up for it.

Then she spotted the bruised up Shelby. What the hell happened to her? Where there other princes around? Or had there been a fight among the other girls? The chill of fear inched its way up her spine but she swallowed down the beginnings of an anxiety attack. It was too late and too soon to panic. She had to keep her cool. That was the only way she could get out of this if that was even an option anymore.

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Shelby nodded slowly to Isabella so that nobody knew she was answering a question. She turned her attention back to Decker, and was enraged by the guards who had come into the clearing as well "TRYING TO ESCAPE?! I WAS TRYING TO FIND PEACE AND QUIET AND I STUMBLED UPON YOUR LITTLE CONVERSATION! I was forced to be quiet before, but now that you've taken away all that I love forever...I WILL NOT be silent. NOTHING you can say or do will ever keep me from voicing my opinion or tearing you to pieces." and she was quite serious. Everything she loved in the world was gone and she no longer cared what they said they'd do to her if she didn't behave herself. She lunged at the guard again and landed another blow to his right temple. Out of self-defense the man grabbed her swollen shoulder and she winced in pain. The guards look appalled that she pointed out their lie. "Which one of them, dislocated your shoulder?" she heard Decker say. "I'd say that's pretty obvious now, don't you think? The one covered in my family's blood would probably be your best bet now would't it?" she didn't care that he made the guards bow to her. She knew it was an act of kindness and pride but she refused to accept it.

She was in no mood for games. "I find it hard to believe, MR. DELANEY" she spat "That you had NO idea where we came from. I find it hard to believe that you didn't know that instead of paying off my father like they said they were going to, for my 7 year old sister's MEDICAL bills mind you, they killed them both and kept the money for themselves." the rage within her was stewing and she was nowhere near finished. "You sit here on top of mount pride and expect that everything around you is happening peacefully. GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF THE CLOUDS." she approached him slowly and jabbed her finger at his chest. "You should have ESPECIALLY known when Lacey came down the aisle today. She's FAR too young to be marrying ANYONE, and you accepted her as a bride anyway?! Do you realize how SICK that makes you?" The guards behind her were growling in anger as well, but they were mad that Shelby had the audacity to speak to Decker Delaney like that. Shelby whirled around and pointed her finger at them "YOU don't get to be mad at me for this. I should KILL you for taking all that I love, but that would make me no better than you, and I associate you with pond scum." The guard lunged at her again but Shelby was thinking this time. She buried her knee into his stomach and hit his back with her elbow sending him crashing to the ground. She grew up having to defend herself from her father, so she wasn't going down without a fight.

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Out of all of them perhaps Shelby had it worse. She was beyond freaked. It made the tension spike up a notch and it was nearly impossible to keep her cool, yet she managed. Keep calm, deep breaths. Whatever happened there must be an explanation right? All this, was pulled by someone. They just had to find the culprit and arrest them. Logical enough, but then why did she feel like it was all silly thinking? Little by little her hope flickered out. Keep calm she told herself. Shelby was losing it with the guards, someone should stop her.

Then she looked to Decker, crap he's bleeding! "Hey, are you okay?" She stood there watching, her brain everywhere at once until she shook the nerve and reached for his arm, "Alright, just tilt your head and pinch the bridge of your nose." Spotting the little triangle hanky thing on his shoulder she plucked it out and held it to his nose, "Here use this, hold it there."

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Shelby paused for a moment when Decker started responding. As he spoke her face twisted with grief, anger, and denial. "I have no reason to trust you. None what so ever, and I don't think you understand. They KILLED everyone I could go back to. They killed everyone I love so even if you set me free, I'd be alone in the world. YOUR men killed my everything." she said, with a slightly more calm demeanor. "It's too late for apologies now and it's too late to set us all free. The state sees us as married and with the world the way it is...they're not just gonna let you set us free. We were sent here to reproduce, and i'm sure there are ways to make sure that happens." the thought made her shudder, but she knew it was true. Now that the government saw them as married they wouldn't be able to go, not at least until they've all had at least one child.

Shelby was suddenly aware that Decker's nose was bleeding and she raised an eyebrow. 'I didn't hit him did I?' she thought. She didn't remember hitting him, but she couldn't understand why his nose was suddenly bloody. She tore off a piece of her dress and handed it to him "Your nose is bleeding" she said a little more gently. As much as she wanted to be mad at him, part of her believed him when he said he didn't know. "Whether we like it or not or whether you like it or not we're stuck here. We're stuck here until we give the world a newborn child.

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Shelby listened intently to what he was going to say next, but after he took the cloth he started to get shaky. His voice and demeanor suggested illness. Shelby raised an eyebrow and almost felt bad for the guy. Though when he said he wouldn't touch either of them she didn't believe him. It wasn't the nature of the world and she didn't expect him to be any different. It was a backwards society and they were all going to have to deal with it. That's when he blacked out. Shelby's immediate instinct was to help him. Her sister had blacked out multiple times before so she felt her maternal instinct kick in. "Decker? Decker can you hear me?" she asked, kneeling next to him. She checked his pulse and then wiped his face with the cloth she handed him moments before. Blood was still coming out of his nose. She pulled his head up onto her lap and kept wiping his face. "Decker? If you can hear me, open your eyes. You blacked out." she said calmly. 'I can't believe i'm helping the man who ruined my life, my family, and my future.' she thought, rolling her eyes. 'He's someone that needs help, regardless of what he's done or hasn't done.' she thought. "Decker?" she called one last time.

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Shelby heard him try and speak and she responded "Yeah, come on Decker. Just a few more words, tell me that you're okay" but his body suddenly went limp in her hands. She took his pulse again. It was still there but it was weak. She was about to turn and call for someone when she saw an older gentlemen running toward them. 'I see i'm not the only one they keep tabs on' she thought. The guards from before trudged along with Daniels with vicious smirks on their faces. 'Oh please' Shelby thought rolling her eyes. "Someone get the to the women's floor" she heard the man say.

Shelby backed away from the guards slowly. She wasn't going to make it easy for them, but the guards were prepared this time. With needle in hand they grabbed her swollen shoulder until she crumpled to the ground and then they pinned her down and injected her with a sedative. Once Shelby was out the guard flung her over his shoulder lazily and carried her up to her floor. He threw her on her bed and then stared at her for a moment. He ran his fingers across her stomach softly and smirked. The thoughts running through his head were obvious on his face. Shelby was half conscious but she knew what was going on and screamed as loud as she could and kicked him in the face as hard as she could before he could truly touch her inappropriately.

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Isabella had been quite alone after she had been forced into a dress of ivory and lace and forced to marry a perfect stranger with soft, trusting eyes she couldn't entirely hate. She hadn't thought of the possibility that he just might be oblivious about the entire ordeal. How could he be? They were stupid rich bastards that always got what they wanted. She chuckled dryly as she traced odd patterns around the faces of her parents, her brother before pausing at her face. In this portrait she was laughing. It was because the person taking the candid photo was her boyfriend of forever Derek Lake -they'd known eachother since childhood and she'd often dreamed about marrying him. Dreamed that her wedding day would be so perfect and so joyous that she'd die happy. He was joking about her and making funny faces just to make her smile


Decker walked up to the last of his wives. Isabella. She was quietly looking at a portrait. Decker wondered what she was thinking as he approached her. He bowed slowly and handed her the last of the roses. " For you, Thank you for having me." He said with a smile. He did not kiss her hand. He'd been too forward and after Shelby's distaste for it, he figured he wouldn't make the same mistake.