Los Angeles, California

For Isabelle Gaunt, the most exciting part of living in the city of sins was that people looked past you as if you didn't exist, giving her the chance of participate on some extracurricular and not very legal activities

When the city turned it's lights off, when the city became rustled and busy and the streets became alive with both women and men coming in and out of parties and danceclubs, the stars, always flashing their pearly white smiles and showing off their money; it was the time, when the sun came down that Isabelle came up.

Most of the city was asleep or partying away, nearing eleven that the street where she was at, had an eerie silence, peaceful to her ears.

Her auburn looks were under a black beanie as she stared at the fresh painted wall in front of her, lips twisted in a content smile. Her dark green eyes scanned the mural about some incoherent stuff about cops taking advantage of their status before that letting out a satisfied grunt, lifting her spray can to finish with the last details. She was covered with dark clothes so she'd pass unnoticed and she didn't realize she was being watched until the hairs on the back of her neck stood up, looking around from her for finished mural. The ones she made weren't pointless, as she never liked the law forced upon the people in LA who weren't able to afford a nice place. She hated discrimination ruled upon the habitants of the city and she wasn't shy to point it out, if not by words then by her art. Isabelle Gaunt was sick of it. So she acted. As the saying goes. A picture worths more than a thousand words.

So, that's why she and her best friend Lucinda found strategic walls where to paint their murals for the morning patrol to find them. It was such a joy seeing their faces after seeing the murals.

Her movements were careful, eyes flickering around in alarm not wanting to get caught in the act. She could feel her heart racing and her breathing becoming uneven at the thought of being in a prison cell that night. It'd be embarrassing. However, that didn't seem to be the case as when she found out the source of the heavy gaze upon her, she realized the woman looking at her from the building across the alley she was at, wasn't making a move to call her out.

In fact, the woman was staring at her with the most creepiest smile Isabelle had ever encountered. It held some kind of softeness she had seen some mothers flash to their children. One she didn't remember having seen in her own mother for a long time. The woman's long white gown was torn and dirty and her blonde hair seemed tangled and messy, sticking to the sides as if had never been brushed. Isabelle witnessed her giving her the tiniest bit of a small smile before with a blink of an eye she dissapear in thin air.

Isabelle shook her head, blinking again thinking her mind had played some kind of trick. Her lips let out a small sigh, relieved but also worried at the sight of the woman and the state she seemed to be.

Didn't anyone notice her? It was night, yes. But there were still people mingling down the streets. How could  they not notice a woman in such a state?

Isabelle scoffed, rolling her eyes, "Right. Turn an eye off and you won't be held responsible, Pricks"

"Isa. Come on. We should go now" She heard her best friend's voice calling out to her and with a last look where she saw the woman and her mural, she left.

~Sense8~

The shock of her dream was what woke Isabelle from her zombie like state, opening her eyes with a loud gasp as she got up into a sitting position, panting heavily as she doubled over, staring at her light purple sheets as a crease appeared on her eyebrows as she recalled her dream. She could have sworn it wasn't like her normal ones. She usually had the normal nightmares about being buried alive or drowning, -her worst fears-, the sensation of not being able to breath or your space closing upon you, leaving you not way out. Those were usually Isabelle's normal nightmares and even while they were and felt so real, nothing could compare to the one she experienced the night before. Her eyes swept through her entire bedroom, trying and failing to see that eerie church with debris surrounding it at every corner while the woman with the motherly complex twisted and turned around in a worn out and dirty mattress while she put a gun in her mouth. It had been so real, she had sensed the coldness of the gun in her mouth and the gunpowder being tasted by her tongue and even while being a great away from the woman, she had heard the distinct loud ringing of a bullet flying through the air and the sound it made when it impacted in her skull.

Isabelle rubbed her ears, pressing her legs to her chest as she lowered her head to her knees as she tried to shove away the odd and scary dream. She had never seen someone commiting suicide before. Yes, sure she had someone close to her doing the same but sometimes knowing about it was completely different than hearing it and seeing it in person.

Once her breathing returned back to normal, Isabelle slowly peeked from under her sheet covered knees around her normal looking room. No abandoned church, no blonde woman sprawled on the floor with a pool of blood beneath her head. It was her normal, purple looking room still messy from the night before where she had undressed after her nightly activities.

With a last flash of her nightmare (yes, a woman commiting suicide in front of her classified as nightmare) she got out of bed, ready for the day to start.

~Sense8~

"Chin up, Isabelle"

Isabelle huffed, straightening upon her seat at the table. "What's the point of manners in the table if you're gonna dig everything in less than what it takes to say quidditch?"

Caleb, her 20 year old brother chuckled to himself. "Wanna try?"

Isabelle gave him a smirk, opening her mouth of it weren't for their mother slamming her glass on the table making her flinch "Enough"

Isabelle's eyebrows furrowed, tilting her head aside "Is it raining outside?"

Caleb raised his eyebrows. "Nop" he said simply

Isabelle looked toward the window, blinking. She could have sworn she had heard some kind of thunder when her mother slammed the glass on the table.

"Weird" the redhead murmured to herself, still looking at the window

"Isabelle" The stern voice of Madison Gaunt brought the young woman's attention back to her. "Officer Thomas visited this morning. He came to report some... Incident, if you must say" At Caleb's scoff, Madison gave him a look for interrupting, before continuing, looking at her bored looking daughter, who already had a feeling of what it was about, "He came to ask if you had stayed in bed all night as we agreed on week nights"

"Why would I stay up?" Isabelle drawled, stabbing her waffle with her fork with a sigh, "You took away all of my painting stash. I have no other reason to sneak out"

"Your connection with your little criminal friend says another thing" Madison glared at her daughter.

The light pounding in Isabelle's head that had appeared after taking a shower grew, hissing slightly, "Linda's not a criminal. Only because she did not pass your social test, doesn't mean she's one"

"She's the one who keeps influencing your vandalism" Madison said loudly, pursing her lips in a thin line.

Caleb tilted his head aside, awkwardly "Shouldn't we at least wait for the confrontation after breakfast? We never have one a peaceful breakfast family in a week."

Isabelle gave her brother an apologetic look before standing up from the table, sending her chair backwards with a loud screech, "Right, C. My apologies" she said with a grin to his way, grabbing one of the freshly baked waffles and putting it in her mouth, her words muffled as she spoke, "But you're right. You deserve a peaceful breakfast" as she backed away, she grabbed her backpack from the floor where she had left it, putting away her waffle from her mouth, chewing and swallowing before continuing answering, "I'd like to stay, but I gotta get going" she lifted a hand, ignoring her mother's callings

"Ciao!"

~sense8~

Walking among LA streets with her best friend Lucinda, Isabelle laughed at what she was telling her about the murals.

Her short blonde haired friend had witnessed their favorite law enforcement encountering with their last piece of art.

"It was a very good photographic moment" Lucinda grinned spreading her arms, hitting accidentally a couple walking opposite them, "Sorry dudes, not my problem you two got in the way of my arms" Isabelle chuckled, shaking her head. Lucinda continued as if nothing happened "Too bad I was playing the innocent bypasser to capture the moment"

Isabelle patted her arm, feigning sympathy "Next time, girl"

Lucinda nodded chuckling as both friends arriving at the nightclub they worked at.

Before entering though, Isabelle's body turned slightly chilly starting to rub her arms with a frown while the faint sound of rain echoed through her ears, looking up and away from the establishment, confused by the clear sunny sky. There was no clouds nor any hint of raining coming anytime soon and yet, she could still faintly hear the raining clashing against the floor.

She touched her arm, where she had felt chilly and looked down seeing goosebumps all over her skin, otherwise her skin was dry, no sign of water making her feel that way.

"Is!"

Isabelle turned to the entrance seeing her exasperated friend waving at her to hurry up. Isabelle walked up the stairs of the nightclub, shoving away the feeling of rain in a beautiful sunny day.

~sense8~

"What can I get you, darling?"

Rag wipping the counter where she worked at the now quiet and slightly empty club she smiled at her newest customer.

The man was silent as he surveyed the place, seeming not paying attention to the redhead. It made her somewhat upset, clenching her jaw but otherwise not commenting a thing, not even when Lucinda, waving through the tables sent her a puzzled look.

Isabelle's eyes narrowed looking towards the music console with a glare. A loud clubbing song giving her a headache, being barely able to hear herself think through all the pounding producing through the place. She could feel her chest cavity about to explode, adding that to her migraine, she was not having a good day.

She sucked in a deep breath, turning back to face the guy without realizing her surroundings had changed into a different place. The Fancy Bar of the night club she had found a job with her flirtatious ways, transformed to a lively nightclub with bright colorful flashing headlights, blinding her for a few seconds as she continued at her place behind the bar. The pounding music was even louder now that she felt she was at the source, placing a hand to her forehead as she looked around the place

"What the...?" Isabelle murmured, colored flashing hitting her dark greenish eyes as she took at her new surroundings.

Within her mind, she knew she wasn't at LA anymore, the atmosphere was different yet somehow familiar as she could see all different bodies colliding with each other at the beat of the music. It made her lips twitch at the sight, realizing this place held no discrimination for what she could see.

"Isa?"

But with a blink of an eye, hearing her best friend's voice, the magical moment was over. The German nightclub (How does she even know it was in Germany?) faded away and the music changed to a classic piano song she realized the console at the nightclub was playing. It made her feel somewhat relieved to see the sun peeking through the dark curtains giving the atmosphere a mysterious aura, and that the obnoxious music was no longer playing. It was like she returned where she belonged, like she no longer was an outsider.

"Isa" The light touch on her shoulder brought her back to the present, shaking her head and spotting her best friend giving her a concerned look "Everything alright?"

Isabelle blinked, the still pounding sensation in her head becoming familiar with the minutes clicking by. "Yeah. Sorry"

Lucinda flashed her an unconvinced smile, nodding her head at the guy who had olympically ignored her, now looking at them expectantly. "He's now ready to order"

Isabelle gave them both an easy-going smile, swaying her hips as she made her way to the guy again.

~sense8~

KJ APA as CALEB GAUNT

NICOLE KIDMAN as MADISON GAUNT

AMBER HEARD as LUCINDA MERCER