Apr 5, 2017
“ sorry, my bad ” he grumbled, running to pick up the fallen arrow and placing it back into his crossbow. “ i’m still getting used to this thing. ”
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“ sorry, my bad ” he grumbled, running to pick up the fallen arrow and placing it back into his crossbow. “ i’m still getting used to this thing. ”
as her eyes stared up at the BEAUTIFUL, SPARKLING eiffel tower, hannah couldn’t help but wonder why ?? why did she end up here ?? not the after life, or the immense darkness that was hell ?? was paris where her soul belonged ?? despite still feeling dead inside, hannah still felt human, no one was WALKING THROUGH HER. hannah was very much alive much to her disappointment.
among the bodies in the crowd, hannah thought she caught sight of clay. “clay ??” eyebrows knitted together as she began to weave through the crowd. maybe it was WISHFUL THINKING ?? but, she could have sworn she’d saw him. among the throng of bodies that now pushed her through the crowd. once out in the open, hannah looked around. confusion danced across her delicate features as she tried to locate him. “you’re not that lucky, hannah, you never have been the lucky one...” staring down at her boots with a morbid expression on her face.
She wasn’t in the institute, that was something Izzy had picked up on the second she woke up from, whatever just happened. It wasn’t anywhere she’d recognized after taking in the halls, until she found a window. She’d allowed herself to gaze out in wonder for just a moment, letting the reality of actually being in Paris of all places sink in before turning away from the window. "What’s going on?“ She asked as a figure came closer. "Where are.. what is this?”
-- she is an assassin ; a chameleon and a gifted actress, she finds it easy to blend into different environments, become different people when the situation calls for it, bend and change her personality for whatever reason. she has begun to fit in well with the modern world, but the constant reminder of being in a world where she does not belong -- a world without her father, rest his soul, or her mother or gérald -- it takes a toll on her.
she’s found a fairly isolated area to compose herself in, tensing when she hears footsteps approaching. she waits, her back turned.
“ You know what I don’t understand about humans? How they constantly blame the devil for every fraction of evil that humanity endures. As if it was his fault. As though the devil’s desire was to make them suffer. Maybe all the devil wants is to only be judged for the evil things he himself does. “
it worked. she was free. “put them back on,” she requested to the person she’d mnd-tricked, and sat back in her chair. she was lucky at least someone was helping her out with her training. “i-i can do it again.”
FIRST FLOOR —
shepard let out an exasperated sigh — it was only a matter of time until she went a little stir crazy. “ forty eight hours and a murderer on the loose ; swear to god if they don’t get this handled soon, i’ll go look for them myself. ”
( floor 2 )
rey was in the hallway, laying on her stomach, and tapping away anxiously at her cell phone before pressing it to her ear, squeezing her eyes shut. again, the tone that signified that there was no service. so she sighed then brought the phone down before punching in derek’s number and calling again. the same tone. she had been doing nothing but this for thirty minutes straight, as if somehow it was going to work. but of course not. with a huff of frustration, she threw her phone on the floor then let her head drop, burying her face in the carpet. this was miserable.