(OOC: Ugh, I'm sorry. Really.
I haven't been active in the rp at all, and whenever I try to come up with a way to get my character involved in it again, I have massive brainfarts and don't know what to type. And then I find out I missed a few posts, and have to read them, and anything I HAD come up with goes out the window, resulting in me starting the process all over again.
So... I'm just going to keep it short and simple, and kind of assume that certain things happened even though I'll fail to elaborate. Once I get back into the action again, I'll start being more descriptive and such. I'm really sorry about all this, but it's the only way I'll be able to get back into things without being inactive for any longer than I already have.
So, once again, sorry for the craptacular post and loose-ends, but this is really all I'm capable of at the moment.)
For the first time in a long while, Izzy was scared. Truly, honest-to-goodness scared. In all of the excitement over AJ, she'd found herself left behind and now she was completely lost, feeling as helpless as a child who couldn't find its mother. Needless to say, her bored, apathetic facade had completely dissipated. Her eyes were wide with fear and almost on the brink of tears. Despite herself, she was shaking. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She was genuinely frightened, and the gloomy setting of the Black Market and the shady people within it weren't doing much to help. She couldn't help but notice several men were now leering at her, the looks in their eye containing something foreign to her, yet chilling all the same.
They slowly began surrounding her like a pack of dogs. The teenage girl quickly picked up her pace, finding herself wanting to run, yet too frightened to actually do so. It took almost all of her strength to keep barely above a walk. She desperately wanted to scream for help, yet her voice had been completely gone since the morning, which, along with several other physical changes, left her bewildered enough before what was happening at the moment. It was getting to be too much.
She stopped.
Noticing that the girl had apparently given up and accepted her fate, several of the men that had been following her drew ever closer before one of the men threw her brutally to the ground. In that instant, a word flashed in her mind.
Mightyena.
Suddenly, she was filled with the urge to fight back.
Almost as if possessed by some sort of deity, Izzy let out a blood-curdling scream(Which, strangely enough, sounded more like a Pokemon cry than anything.): A strange power flowed within her, and before she knew it, she was out of the man's sickening embrace, and on her feet once again. The man who had only seconds ago been trying to violate her was now screaming in pain: His hand had been completely frozen solid; A sharp edge on his ice-encased hand had left a gash on his wrist, which was now bleeding profusely.
Horrified, some of the men screamed and fled: Most, however, stayed, now looking on at the girl with pure rage in their eyes. It sent a chill up Izzy's spine, but she found herself staying in place.
They were prepared to avenge their leader: She was prepared to survive.
(OOC: Once again, sorry it's craptastic, but yeah... I suppose a blood-curdling scream on Izzy's part might be a way for the others to find her, and therefore get herself involved with everyone again.)