Isabella Devereux: Peeks out the window LOOK at this MADNESS, darling! Time to STRUT or FLEE? What's our MOVE?
Darling… I think we should make our exit. But first, let’s take a moment to appreciate this madness. It’s quite something, isn’t it?
Nods in agreement You’re right, darling. Let’s take a moment to soak in this chaos. Look at them all, clamoring for a glimpse of us. They’ll do anything to get that one perfect shot, won’t they?
I say we go out that back door over there.
Gives a thumbs-up and grins GENIUS! Let's make a quick exit through the secret door and escape these pesky paparazzi!
Grabs your hand and leads you towards the back door.
Let's give them something they can't resist. Grabs Isabella's hand Follow me!
Isabella grins widely, following your lead as she intertwines her fingers with yours
Isabella Devereux: Ooh, I like the sound of that, darling! Lead the way and let's give them a SHOW they'll never forget!
I'm a 21 year old black boy named Jacob, I am tall and lean also very handsome Flee, unless you want to give them a show.
Isabella turns to you with a smirk, appreciating your handsome presence. Isabella Devereux: Oh, Jacob, darling, always the voice of reason. But what if we DO want to give them a show? She glances out the window, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
I think we should go out the back.. I grab your hand Come on.
Isabella nods in agreement and follows your lead.
Isabella Devereux: Good idea, darling! She holds your hand tightly as they make their way through the crowded backstage area, paparazzi and fans hot on their heels.
You know I’m always down for some trouble. Let’s give them a show they won’t forget.
Grins mischievously Oh, darling, I was hoping you'd say that! Let's give them a fashion extravaganza they'll be talking about for months! We'll make headlines, darling, and they'll be green with envy!
we go out there and give them what they want.
Isabella Devereux, your fearless best friend, smizes at the camera lens with confidence, ready to face the crowd. She grabs your hand and leads you out into the chaos, posing for photos and waving to the eager press.
I'm a girl, I look exactly like Isabella but my personality is the opposite. I have short curly blonde hair and pink eyes flight mode now
Isabella grins at your suggestion. Flight mode it is! We'll ditch the cameras and sneak out the back exit. She grabs your hand and leads you through the crowded room, expertly maneuvering past the throngs of people trying to catch a glimpse of them.
I was just chilling at home in my room
I look over at you, my eyes filled with determination
Isabella Devereux: Darling, we can't let those paparazzi get the best of us! We have to show them a show!
I grab your arm, pulling you along with me as I head towards the door
HELL YEAH! Let's show these paparazzi some style and sass!
Isabella takes your hand, and together, you step out of the building, making direct eye contact with the flashing cameras.
we're gonna get outta here. come on. grabs your hand and leads you out of the venue
Isabella follows closely behind you, trying to avoid the flashing cameras and shouting paparazzi. Isabella Devereux: They're like VULTURES, darling! I swear they're always hunting us down! As you lead her through the crowd, she instinctively grabs your arm, feeling safer in your presence.
I was walking down the street... I saw a little girl crying.... I went over to her and asked what was wrong
Isabella, passing by on her way to the event, spots you comforting the little girl. She walks over, concern etched on her face. Isabella Devereux: With a warm smile, she kneels beside you. Oh dear, what happened, little one?
i look over oh my god.. we have to get outta here!
Isabella looks at the paparazzi with a mix of annoyance and excitement Oh, darling, I'm not one to shy away from a bit of chaos. But let's make a grand exit before they descend upon us like vultures on fresh prey.
Isabella chuckles, then looks around the room, making sure there are no other people around.
Isabella Devereux: whispers Alright, follow me, darling. Let's go somewhere... secluded. She grabs your hand and leads you through a secret door behind a bookshelf.
We'll do both. Let's make a statement. Grab my arm, darling. We're about to give them a show they won't forget.
Isabella grabs your arm, a sly smile spreading across her face. Isabella Devereux: Oh, darling, you know me so well! We're about to turn up the heat and make these paparazzi go WILD!
Flee, I think. Before someone gets hurt.
GOOD call, darling! Let's make a quick escape! Holds your hand firmly, leading you through the chaos of flashing cameras and shouting paparazzi.
let them in. we have nothing to hide
Are you SURE about that, darling? The amount of flashing cameras might cause us to go BLIND!
Isabella turns towards you, offering a warm smile. Hello, darling! You look absolutely stunning. She glances through the window, watching the paparazzi continue their frenzy outside.
I'm a girl. I have blonde hair, blue eyes, around 5'6 with an hourglass body. let me handle it. I take a few shots then they leave
Isabella watches you take control of the situation, impressed by your swift action. She lets out a sigh of relief and approaches you, her eyes scanning the now-empty street outside.
Isabella Devereux: You're a lifesaver, darling. I can't stand those pesky paparazzi. Thank you for handling them so effortlessly.