Post by heyheyhey on Mar 11, 2010 14:42:27 GMT -5
ISELA AUTUMN INGLEBEE
Name: Isela Autumn Inglebee
Nicknames: Isela for everyone; Izzy for those close to her.
Age: 22
Date of Birth: December 29th
Grade: Senior
Orientation: Heterosexual
Nationality: American (mixed British/Irish ancestry)
Home Town: Long Beach Island, NJ
Degree: Visual Arts
- Minor: Film Production[/ul]
Play by: Olivia Wilde[/blockquote][/blockquote]
--- BUSY
Isela is the type of girl who has a lot of things to handle on her plate, and because of this, she plans her life down to a T. Open her organizer to any date and you'll find meticulous notes taken for every single day, full of classes and study time set aside, miscellaneous freelance photography appointments, plans with friends. This is about as organized as she gets, or else she probably would have failed out of college by now. She thinks that all three main aspects of her life are important -- school, networking, and friends -- and so she painstakingly makes sure that she has time for each of the three. This is why caffeine is her best friend, and she only sleeps for four/five hours a day.
--- NAIVE
She likes to believe that everyone is inherently good, that no one has bad intentions, and because of this, she's probably a little too trusting of people than she really should be. It's not that she doesn't learn her lesson, because she's been betrayed numerous times (stranded random places, been cheated on, the list goes on), but to give everyone a jaded shot afterwards seems...almost unfair, and she really does truly believe the best in everyone. Most people think she's insane for still being the same, but she's much happier with life because of it, so...whatever.
--- CRITICAL
Moreso of her own efforts than anyone else's. She's got a bit of a perfectionist streak in her, and you know how people say that you are your own worst critic? This is completely the case. While her portfolio is vast, there aren't many photos she's taken that she's actually very fond of, but it's almost impossible to recreate every scene you shoot, and so each photo brings a challenge to her. While she likes this aspect of photography because it ends up being something no one can master, but her own personal perfectionistic side thinks that she can do it. She has yet to admit to herself that no, she probably can't.
--- SOCIAL BUTTERFLY
Isela is a natural conversationalist. She can talk about anything that she has knowledge about, and if she doesn't have an idea what's going on, she's not afraid to ask questions and keep everyone engaged. She understands how it's like to be the wallflower at a party, so she'll go out of her way to talk to people she sees like that, and some of her favorite people are friends she's made through being open to give everyone a chance. It's not that hard to extend a hand out, you know? But her outgoing nature makes her always up for a laugh, a game, a party, whatever you want, she'll want to be there.
--- FLAKY
But, because she's the type to attract a lot of people and have a lot of friends, and even though she does do her best to pencil everyone in...well, it's pretty awful that she uses the phrase 'pencil them in' to begin with. With her workload and her ambitions, Isela finds herself floating between groups of friends constantly; whether it's because they're convenient or they're the one's that pop into her mind first, she has no idea. Some people are okay with it, they think, "that's just how she is," or they know she leads a pretty hectic life. Others? Not so much. She's been labeled a "sometimey" friend far more times than she's happy with, but she can't find a way to not let it happen. So it definitely seems that she's only coming back to you when she needs something, or it's a, "someone backed out on me, wanna come?" kind of deal, but she honestly doesn't mean to do it as often as she does.
--- GUARDED
Despite being the one at all the parties and despite having tons of friends, Isela doesn't let people in completely all that easily. She knows that people like her, and she likes most people back, but there's just those one or two people that she feels completely at ease with. So perhaps it's not really being guarded in the traditional sense, but only those few people know everything about her, who she would rush to for help, if she has an emergency, because they are who she can rely on. Probably the most unfair part of this is that she doesn't spend more time with them just because of their "super bff" status, but they're who she goes to in pinches, and for some reason, they're always there for her.
LIKES: Italian food, good weather, dancing the night away, Lego's, breakfast food, people, police TV shows (CSI, NCIS, Law & Order, etc), music (r&b, jazz, and classical being her favorites), tennis, being clean, alcohol.
DISLIKES: Public transportation, cats, snobby UPenn students, emo kids, overly competitive people, people who take themselves and life too seriously, soda, peanut butter, soymilk, cafeteria food, plain band-aids.
Isela's childhood was spent surrounded by white picket fences, bright sunshine and sundresses in the summer, toasty warm fireplaces in the winter, and a beach for a backyard. Sounding kind of picture perfect? Because it really sort of was. It was in this environment where Isela's fascination with art came to be.
Isela spent her childhood being raised by loving parents and an older brother. Her parents were her best friends, and her brother was her role model, someone she looked up to and still looks up to. In elementary school, she took up clarinet, but decided that it was too much work, and her asthma wasn't really having it, either. So when it came to middle school, she instead focused on singing in the school choir, but she'll be the first to tell you that she can't sing worth beans and had no sense of tone at all. So high school came around and Isela went off to do the one thing she figured she could try next: art.
Now, it wasn't like Isela hadn't been exposed to art her entire life. Her brother was photography-obsessed and her parents always made it a point to bring her to lots of museums and art exhibits, and they had family friends who painted for their livings. Isela was used to the quirky, eccentricities of art and in what art offered. Her boyfriends have all been creative in some way -- some were writers, others dance, a few excelled in illustration or graphic design, but the most profound memories she has are the times her brother took her along for photoshoots he just wanted to do. It was from him that she got her first camera, but up until high school, she always figured that was her brother's thing, and she shouldn't try to steal it.
But her curiosity and intrigue got the best of her and so she began to take photography classes and did pretty well for herself. As she progressed, it seemed like there was a slow, budding rivalry between her and her brother, one that exists even to this day. It's more friendly than anything, however; he serves as her main critic, and vice versa. While the feeling of competition is definitely there, nothing changes the fact that she's his sister. Isela is now in her final year of college, trying to tie up lose ends and find a steady photography gig while doing freelance on the side, but her strength lies in fashion photography.
Why Emerson?
New York City just wasn't that attractive to her. She appreciated New York City as a city, as the Big Apple, full of bright lights and the modern businessmen and women, dressed smart and sophisticated, but there was something about Philadelphia that screamed life and passion to her, from the brightly colored murals adorning brick city walls to the trolleys winding its way around town. People seemed to be more friendly, less snooty, and just as bright as the city lights and just as quirky as the shops lining South Street. From the moment she stepped foot in Philadelphia, she knew it'd be a new source of inspiration for her, and that's where she wanted to be.
Things around the Music Core backstage were pretty tense, if Yubin had any say in these sorts of things. Their dressing room was quieter than usual, the same heavy cloud burdening them all and Yubin could tell. Mimi was eating more than she usually did, Sohee had further retracted into her corner of the room, Yenny was more than absorbed in her English textbook and Sunye...well, Sunye was nowhere to be found. She was probably off stealing the entire tub of coffee in the refreshments room. Yubin wouldn't put it past her.
A sigh escaped her lips; ever since Jay left for Seattle, the company wasn't quite the same. It wasn't just about a prominent member of the JYP Family leaving that made Yubin’s heart wrench every time she thought about it (though it was a major reason, she wasn't going to lie to herself) -- no, it was part of the grand scheme of why things blew up to such an astronomical ordeal. It was times like these that Yubin sat and seriously thought about why this was all worth it. She could relate to what Jay was going through, in a way; feeling down about yourself because people have no mercy, none whatsoever, when you're an idol, and she can still feel each and every stab to her heart when the internet deemed her fat. Fat. Maybe a part of her was jealous, jealous that Jay didn't have to deal with any of this anymore, any of the constant dieting, constant rehearsals, constant sleep deprivation, constant television shows and mockery. But you're nothing without your pride, and for that reason alone, Yubin wasn't ready to forgive Jay, not right now. Maybe not ever. The industry have always made it clear: you either learn to hold your ground or the netizens will chew you up and spit you the hell out, mangled and destroyed.
But then she thinks about how she's the favorite in America, the one everyone thought was sexy and funny and cute. Her, not Sohee and her fucking mando dumpling cheeks. Not Sunye and her perfect voice and elegant eyes. It was her. She thinks about being the favorite, she wonders how it would have been if she had stayed in Los Angeles when her parents moved there, but above all else, she's angry, aghast, speechless at how spineless Korea can be. She was sexy. She didn't need to starve herself to be perceived that way. She loved Korea with all her heart, but patriotism isn't measured by your body weight -- and it shouldn't be, but she couldn't comprehend the fact that a foreign country deemed her to be more physically acceptable than her own.
Yubin looked in the mirror; her hair was perfectly in place, make up done, heels on and blistering her already blistered feet. She looked in the mirror and tried to see the true Yubin underneath the glitter on her eyelashes and her perfectly glossed lips. For a second, she doesn't remember when the last time she even felt the true Yubin around, and that terrifies her. She panics for a split second, stomach tightening as her heart tries to decide what to feel first, her head a jumble of thoughts about everything, about Jay, about the stack of laundry she needed to do, about what she was going to eat for dinner, about her parents, about her life. She frowned at herself but swore her reflection had kept the same smile on her face.
"I’m going to the bathroom. I’ll be back in a few minutes," Yubin said to no one in particular, the only person acknowledging her statement being Yenny, who only made a sound like, "hmm-kay," and flipped the page in her English workbook.
Shutting the door behind her, Yubin sighed, happy to be out of the stifling atmosphere. Her thoughts seemed less suffocating when she was alone. She walked mindlessly then, heading towards the direction of the bathroom just so it did seem like she went. At least it was also in the direction of the refreshments room. (Fat. Fat. Fat. Fat.) She walked even faster, barreling past show staff and other idols who jumped out of the way, any greetings to her dying in the wind whipping through her hair.
"Oh," she said as she managed to bump into someone as she was walking. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and looked up to see a head of bright blond hair. Yoseob? No, too tall. "Sorry, Jiyong," she said, once she got a better look at who it was. Her stomach tightened even further, her head aching as her heart skipped a few beats. At that moment, she hated the fact that Jiyong had always had this effect on her.
It had been a few weeks since their accidental night together at the mall, and she remembers every brush of his hand to her back, every time his fingers touched her hair when he pulled hats down her face, the way he laughed when she was telling him about how the five of them lived together. She remembers the pictures some stalker fan took of them, leaked that very night. She remembers shutting down her cyworld due to the heavy amounts of traffic the next day, full of Big Bang fans who raged at her for spending time with him, full of death threats, full of fat comments. She remembers everything, good and bad. But she remembers the glow she felt throughout it all, even now, manifesting itself in the more-than-deep blush on her cheeks.
"Um. How have you been? It's...you know. Er. Been a few weeks." Yubin asked, trying not to seem like she was panicking, but was panicking nonetheless about whether he could see through that or not. Her fake fingernails clacked together as she balled her hands into fists, knowing she wasn't mentally ready for this to join the list of things she was already pissed off about.
[/size][/center][/justify]Hi, I'm AIMEE and I'm TWENTY-ONE years old. I'm GANGSTAAA. This is my FIRST application. I found Failure's Not Flattering from CAUTION 2.0.
