We love D E S I G N E R ;; Isaac

[Jezebel Tonino]

Jaz was, if anything, hyper and restless. The snow had confined her to the warmth’s of her room and the classrooms. Usually listening to music or reading or trying on clothes or messing with her hair and makeup. She was a little bit tired with her own clothes and she didn’t want to go shopping. Sure she had the time, and money, it’s just that the last time she was there she saw one of the ads her mom had made her do for a Christmas lingerie ad. She really didn’t want to see herself modelling bra’s across the mall and she didn’t want to see people’s reactions when they made the connection. Yeah, that was fun.

Then it donned on her, that in the auditorium there was a stage, and backstage there were costumes from plays and skits and other things. Costumes from medieval days, to retro 80’s to modern day princesses. They had everything back there! Generally backstage wasn’t off limits to people, but if someone asked Jaz was in drama club. She had her excuse now all she needed was to get from her dorm room to the auditorium without freezing. She didn’t feel like throwing on layers so instead she just threw her thick black coat over top of her Skinny jeans and over the shoulder top. Her skinny jeans were acid washed but they were her favourite pair. As well as her converse which had many words on them.

She decided to book it through the snow, hoping it would lessen her chances of freezing. Heat was what Jaz craved, not coldness. It’s why she liked to travel during Christmas break, but not this year. No more modelling meant no more drama but it also meant no more travelling. Jaz didn’t mind the travelling, but she missed trying on the clothes.

When Jaz got to the auditorium, she burst through the doors before stopping and catching her breath. Jaz went for runs every morning to stay fit so that was nothing to her. But her joints did smart from not stretching first. Walking as casually as she could towards the stage area she removed her coat and carried it slung on her arms. Her bangs were still rainbow coloured, but this time there was a black under layer in her blonde hair. It was all kept up in a pony tail. Her eyes were the typical emo style, heavily outlined by black eyeliner.

Jaz felt like putting on a mini fashion show for no one in particular in the confinements of backstage as she walked backstage. She saw the costume rack and with girlish glee she began looking through it. She pulled out the Yellow dress from Grease And held it against her body. She wondered what she would look like with it on, she was almost too excited to find out. Making her way towards the dressing room she quickly ducked in to throw it on. It fit her like a dream, but was offset by her converse. She walked out of the dressing room back into backstage just to pirouette for no one. Jaz lived for this, and even remembered so of her much loved poses. The one that was so sympal, but effective, was Jaz putting her hands on her hips, looking slightly to the left and pouting, only a little bit of pouting too much off set the whole look, much like Jaz was posing now.

[Isaac Tilford]

Isaac kind of hated the snow. Sure, it had been amusing for a while; the first couple of years he'd even enjoyed romping through the cold grounds, building snow ogres (snogres?) and slaying them with sticks. But now, whenever he started doing that, people just looked at him funny. Maybe if he found some of the younger kids and led them on a raid of a snogre den, then maybe he wouldn't be the weirdo.

It's not like he didn't have anything else to do. Classes were winding down before the break, and a few kids had already headed home to be with their families, but he still had homework, and he had his special project: mending choir uniforms before the spring concert. He still had weeks to get it done, but when the choir instructor had found out that someone one of her sopranos knew could possibly do it over the break, she was ecstatic. And the way his friend had asked, drawing out the "Pleeeeeeeeease?", he'd just had to agree.

He had plenty of time to goof off, but it was snowing, so for now, he'd decided to hole up backstage of the auditorium, in the costume closet. It was just another small room, but it was probably the most flammable in the building, with all of the extra costumes from drama productions past stored away. Also, in the corner, was a sewing machine. It was technically a nicer one than his was, so he liked using it. (And Mr. Bond had given him a spare key to the closet, because if he couldn't trust the nerdy costume boy, who could he trust?

To get to the machine, Isaac pulled out one of the racks of dresses, pushing it into the wings. God, that room was stuffy. He quickly shed his coat and his sweatshirt, leaving him in jeans (the bottoms still wet from the snow) and one of his favorite teeshirts. Then he buckled down and got to work. It was mostly standard repairs, hems torn out by girls not used to walking in heels, and sleeves let out when someone with longer arms took over the costume.

He didn't know how long he'd been working--watch needed new batteries--when the stuffiness of the room became too much and he had to leave to get a fresh breath of air. (And to look for a fan or something. It was just ridiculous to get that overheated in the middle of winter.)

It was then that he finally realized that someone else was backstage with him. He snuck over to where he heard the rustling and peeked over the rack of costumes to see Jaz, goofing off in a yellow dress she had certainly "borrowed". Quietly, he headed back to the costume closet and rummaged through one of the prop boxes so until he found a wrist corsage that kinda, sorta matched the dress. (Unfortunately, not all of their supplies were perfect.) Then he slipped back out, to where his friend was modeling for no one.

"For you, m'lady." Isaac said, dropping to one knee and presenting the flowers with a flourish, "May your days smell as sweet."

Okay, maybe that would have sounded less corny if the flowers weren't fake, and smelled like dust and greasepaint.

[Jezebel Tonino]

Jaz thought she was alone backstage, free to goof off. It’s what she did. She liked trying on costumes and made an attempt to act to get a role that could get her in one. Jaz never went for lead though, that involved singing. Jaz could dance, but singing was a whole nother side of the spectrum. She couldn’t play an instrument to save her life either. Her fingers were either too long or to short or she missed keys... Either way it’s the sheet music that turned her off. She couldn’t understand any of the notes on a page. She wished it was universal, or something less confusing.

She heard Isaac and he did surprise her but she didn’t really react much. When he dropped onto one knee was when she giggled. "For you, m'lady." He said presenting the corsage of flowers Jaz with such a flourish that it made her giggle again. Isaac, in his cute gaming t-shirt, was absolutely adorkable. Jaz didn’t care if adorkable wasn’t a word, it was the perfect word to describe Isaac. "May your days smell as sweet." He said. Jaz took the corsage, that matched her dress quite well, and slipped it onto her wrist. It almost matched her dress... if it hadn’t been in a prop box for who knows how many years.

”Why thank you kind sir, I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to repay you for the gesture.” She said Sweetly, doing a curtsy. It was a really corny line coming from Isaac, it was still nice. What would have been perfect was if the flowers were real... and if Isaac were giving them to his date at a dance. Actually this would have been a cute scene for a play. Corny, but cute. Jaz wondered what Isaac was doing back stage anyways. Was he fixing up the costumes or just looking for a way to stay out of the cold and not be bored. Then it donned on her to ask.

”So, dear gentleman, what brings you to these strange and foreign lands?” She asked staying in character. Jaz didn’t exactly know what character she was even pretending to play but Damsel in distress seemed to fit the bill. The story of Jaz’s life, she was always playing the damsel in distress in one way or another. While she waited for an answer, she eyed his shirt again. It was so dorky, but it was a cute top. Jaz would have to ask Isaac where he got it from.

[Isaac Tilford]

Isaac didn't dress for anything special when he picked out his outfit in the morning. It was pretty much always the same uniform, beaten-up running shoes, jeans--neatly hemmed, so the back of the pant leg won't drag on the ground and tear from being stepped on--zippered hoodie, and a tee-shirt with a slogan or a logo from a movie or video game or comic book on it. (No, he didn't take fashion advice from The Big Bang Theory, thank you very much. He'd been dressing that way since before he'd started watching it.)

She didn't jump or anything when he appeared, and she instantly jumped into character. So Isaac just grinned at her and held the flowers up higher so she could take them. He hadn't planned out what to do next; he wasn't good at that part of it. "Um...No payment necessary. It was meant for you; it would be a crime for those flowers to be anywhere else."

If he had been more of an actor, he might have actually thought of a character ahead of time. But there was a reason he was the one hiding backstage instead of on it. "Well, um....I was....summoned, m'lady, on a task of grave importance." His eyes sparkled, because he remembered a line from a movie that would fit, "But the sight of you, fair one, and my hands forgot their task." The curtsy only egged him on, "um... I am but a humble tailor, but if there is anything you wish, m'lady." Was he flirting? Yeah, a little. But it was fun, and it was Jaz, who he just knew through the drama club, but they were friends. And it didn't mean anything. Other than he thought she was pretty.

And....he couldn't think of anything else to say, so he shrugged and stood, brushing the sawdust and other dust from his knee. "They asked me to mend the choir uniforms, and I figured I'd get a start on it before the break. When did you get here?" Obviously, he hadn't heard her when she came in, and it had to have been at least long enough for Jaz to pick out the dress and put it on. "Are you going home for Christmas? I'm gonna be stuck here." He wasn't going back to his hometown, as his parents had decided to fly all the way out to Sacremento to visit his Uncle who'd just gotten married, and were only bringing Mia because they had enough frequent flier miles to pay for her seat already.