Claire Keane
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I still need to write up the rest of her bio and the species information but as soon as I’m done with that she should be good to go so by tomorrow hopefully aw yeah.
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Yeah?
{ he was in the midst of reading. but a little interuption couldn’t hurt. }
[ She'd seen something fall from the book and with her own history of hiding important documents in the folds of a book, didn't want this man to lose his. Handing him a paper, Whitney smiled sheepishly. ]
"I think this is yours..?"
“For the most part. Until she tried to kill us all.”
( It’s said as a more matter of fact thing, without trauma or pain. Offering the woman a bright smile and her open hand for the treat to be placed in. Andromeda gives a quaint expression of victory, even though Whitney later admits that it was all for not. Doesn’t matter that much to her. She’s still smirking. )
”You offered a challenge and I accepted it, milady. I was going to see it through. But thank you for your patronage. May I ask your name? I get the feeling that you and I will be great friends.”
[ The grin she had on faltered at the other woman's admission, worry crossing her face for the stranger. Whitney knew how the aftermath of a witch's greed could affect a coven and it wasn't pretty. ]
"I'm glad you're alright, darlin'."
[ Handing her an ice cream bar, the witch laughed and nodded in agreement. ]
"Name's Whitney Bryan. And whom do I have the pleasure of sharin' with?"
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"Welcome to the Jungle,
We've got fun 'n games."
[ Is it obvious she wasn't expecting company? Whitney had been singing and cleaning up her apartment when she heard a knock on the door. The singing just happened to coincide with a hello. ]
“Er—-“
Well, it wasn’t often someone noticed their surnames, even less so that they recognized and commented on them. Whoops. “Yeah. Distant cousin or something, I think.”
“I wanted to ask him a few questions on the wild animal attacks that’ve occurred over this past summer. Several of the victims were students,” Sam explained, eyes taking in the room and the woman.
"Right."
Managing not to let the surprise at his words register on her face, Whitney nodded with pursed lips. Animal attacks were an awful cover that any hunter could see for miles- you'd think that vampires and werewolves would evolve their excuses by now. But they hadn't learned and here 'Officer Frehley' was.
"I'd heard of that when I moved here... but how do animal attacks call for detective work, sir?
”Not exactly. The sorceress’ who cast them made sure not to let them compound upon one another. That would’ve been a catastrophe.”
( Andromeda knows a little French, enough to recite the alphabet, but not enough to form any coherent sentences. Not that it mattered at the moment, she was doing this for the ice cream. And to entertain her new friend, but that was a different story. She crossed her arms, eyes rolled, tongue pressed into her cheek as thought consumed her. )
“Zed, e-grec, eeks, doobluhvay, vay, oo, tay, es, air, coo, pay, oh, en, em, el, ka, shee, ee, ash, shjay, ef, euh, day, say, bay, ah.”
"Must've been a brilliant witch."
[ Her tone is admirable; the woman is silently wishing she'd had the ability to learn further magic than she'd been taught. But the opportunity was cut short with some childhood trauma. Dragged back to reality with entertaining French, Whitney laughed, grinning widely. ]
"Fantastic. But I hope you would've realized I would've given you ice cream regardless. I'm not that cruel, darlin'."
Sam stood at the doorway to the classroom, shifting awkwardly as if an embarrassed child. He’d never felt comfortable in any school other than Stanford; they made him feel like a little boy again, being dropped off for a few weeks by his father. Regardless, he had a job to do and questions to ask.
“I’m looking for the principal’s office. The lady in the office gave me directions, but I seem to have gotten lost.” He held a hand out. “Officer Frehley.”
"Frehley... Like the guitarist in Kiss?"
That was either great lineage or an awful cover. Though she was usually one to question it, Whitney wasn't going to press the matter. She was betting on the fact it was an awful cover- police rarely had an excuse to be at the school after it let out. But, shaking his hand, her smile didn't falter.
"The principal's office is right down the hall an' to the right, Officer. Don't blame yourself for getting lost; this school is like a maze, you have to look with purpose. Why're you looking for Principal Brooks? If I may ask."
❝Y’er gonna lose if we do—❞ it’s long overdue, this sort of relaxation, and he falls into it willingly. any girl that could drink beer like that could probably play on mean game of pool, and who is he answering to? no one — just himself. тнє αηﻭєℓѕ ℓєƒт нιм. Dean walks over to her, then, slides his fingers over the cheap wood and gives her the biggest smile he can manage without it looking stressed or fake.
"Is that a challenge, hotshot? For all y'know, I could be reigning world champ."
Granted, she wasn't; but because of a childhood of running through bars to raise their money, Whitney had gotten pretty good at it. It was a necessity. And it made herself focus on the game at hand, to stop and breathe.
Handing the man a cue, she offers him an easy smile. Time to relax, have a drink, and have some fun. With a teasing smirk, she added, "But don't let that scare you."
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[ Long, exhausting weeks call for some major TLC. Whitney's version of it just so happens to overlap with alcohol and pool. She took a drink from her beer, and narrowly sidestepping a waitress balancing bottles, the witch pulled a cue off the rack and turned around with a smile. ]
"Want to play a round?"
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”My thoughts exactly. I know that though——we’ve used a small charm to soothe our tigers back home. Had we not, the island would be infested with predatory animals.”
( The only witch Andromeda ever knew tried to kill her and the rest of her race. She also had pink hair. Not exactly the best fashion choice. She didn’t even know why Circe was so destructive. Probably because they kind of needed an enemy because they were so powerful. It must be some kind of law. )
“…….That isn’t fair. That would take me at least two minutes, and you would’ve eaten the rest by then.”
"An entire island of charms? That must've been both incredible and dangerous; could get out of hand really fast."
[ Whitney once had pink hair; granted, her oldest brother dyed it using a shampoo bottle as a prank and it hadn't washed out for a week. It really is an awful fashion choice. But this other witch may haver reasons other than poor fashion to be evil. Power is a greedy, consuming thing. ]
"If you can do it, I'll buy you your own ice cream... Scout's honor."
"You ain't supposed t'be here."
[ The accent is just going to slip by because Whitney's more concerned about the fact that there is a stranger in her apartment. ]
“I’ve killed tigers before, honestly. It’s not that hard.”
( See, she knew it was going to be a fun day. But in truth, Andromeda had killed things much larger than tigers and bears before. And the men she’s dispatched have been actively trying to kill her too. )
”I don’t know then, a deer? But deer are beautiful. What do you suggest?”
"A little magic and they're under control- I don't see the need to kill a tiger out of spite. Nor an innocent deer."
[ Fun days always start with ice cream and Amazons. Duh. But on the other hand, a man was different. Take action against hunters, because the witch learned fighting is better than running. Things that are actively trying to kill you rarely stop. ]
"Hm... recite the alphabet backwards. In French."