Sorry this is a short one.
He glanced at the clock. She's supposed to be here by now... His hand reached out to grab his cup. The warmth of the coffee released the tension in his body, letting his mind relax and not worry. As soon as the колокол, колокольчик, белл on the bar door rang, the tension raced back when he saw her. Her red hair hair swung back and forth on her back as she went to get a drink. She turned her head to Nye and smiled. His green eyes grew tense; but he managed a wave.As she came back with a nice cold пиво in her hand, the boys body stiffened with fear. She grabbed the chair, pulled it out; and sat down, setting the bottle down on the table.
"So," she said, her voice soft, "Why the hell am I here?" She looked at his coffee cup. "And why are Ты drinking coffee in a bar?"
"I need your help. And I don't drink, a lot."
"Hmm, okay. So, why would I help you?"
"Because it's a matter of life или death." She was un-moving. "And Re-Charlotte сказал(-а) you'd help. Something about owing her back?" The red head sighed.
"Great."
"So you'll help me Mafia?"
"Yeah, sure. But only because of Ты know who."
"Oh, uh, okay."
"So, what's the problem?"
"Well," Nye started as he told her what he saw. The guns, the blood, and the girl.
"Sounds like her, the description; but I'm not sure. I've never seen her go ballistic, so I wouldn't know." He sighed.
"I just don't know what I could have done to her?" Mafia looked at him as she picked up her glass.
"Really?" She paused to drink some of her beer. "You don't know?"
"No, I don't." Cadmus chuckled to herself.
"Oh males. It's like you're another species."
"Wha-?"
"You know what," she сказал(-а) interrupting him, "It might me Amora. She's not the most 'man trusting' person."
"So, it is her?"
"I didn't say that. I just presume that it is. Just, watch out. Maybe find someone who can tell Ты for sure."
"Oh, uh, okay." She finished her drink, pushed out from her chair and stood up.
"I've got to run. I'm being, excepted else where." She started towards the door. "Keep безопасно, сейф kid!" She yelled back as she left. Nye sighed, sitting in his chair, drinking coffee. Maybe Daniel can help.
He glanced at the clock. She's supposed to be here by now... His hand reached out to grab his cup. The warmth of the coffee released the tension in his body, letting his mind relax and not worry. As soon as the колокол, колокольчик, белл on the bar door rang, the tension raced back when he saw her. Her red hair hair swung back and forth on her back as she went to get a drink. She turned her head to Nye and smiled. His green eyes grew tense; but he managed a wave.As she came back with a nice cold пиво in her hand, the boys body stiffened with fear. She grabbed the chair, pulled it out; and sat down, setting the bottle down on the table.
"So," she said, her voice soft, "Why the hell am I here?" She looked at his coffee cup. "And why are Ты drinking coffee in a bar?"
"I need your help. And I don't drink, a lot."
"Hmm, okay. So, why would I help you?"
"Because it's a matter of life или death." She was un-moving. "And Re-Charlotte сказал(-а) you'd help. Something about owing her back?" The red head sighed.
"Great."
"So you'll help me Mafia?"
"Yeah, sure. But only because of Ты know who."
"Oh, uh, okay."
"So, what's the problem?"
"Well," Nye started as he told her what he saw. The guns, the blood, and the girl.
"Sounds like her, the description; but I'm not sure. I've never seen her go ballistic, so I wouldn't know." He sighed.
"I just don't know what I could have done to her?" Mafia looked at him as she picked up her glass.
"Really?" She paused to drink some of her beer. "You don't know?"
"No, I don't." Cadmus chuckled to herself.
"Oh males. It's like you're another species."
"Wha-?"
"You know what," she сказал(-а) interrupting him, "It might me Amora. She's not the most 'man trusting' person."
"So, it is her?"
"I didn't say that. I just presume that it is. Just, watch out. Maybe find someone who can tell Ты for sure."
"Oh, uh, okay." She finished her drink, pushed out from her chair and stood up.
"I've got to run. I'm being, excepted else where." She started towards the door. "Keep безопасно, сейф kid!" She yelled back as she left. Nye sighed, sitting in his chair, drinking coffee. Maybe Daniel can help.
Alias: Ember
Age: 16
Power: witch who can control огонь and uses magic
Alliance: for right now I don't even care the line between villian and hero is basically non-existant so call her whatever Ты want
Appearance: long оранжевый hair (now tied up in either a ponytail или pigtails), brown eyes, 5 ft. 8"
Personality: Calm, hot-tempered, withdrawn, loner(ish), serious, loud, trust issues (I might have mentioned this before but her trust issues have gotten worse), friendly, brave, strong (I mean emotionally strong), courageous
History: the only thing that's changed is that her father killed her evil grandmother then her father was murdered.
Other: Scarlet iherited her mother's immortal hunter gun called "Fire Crossing", she has some expierience in martial arts, and she has a dog familiar named Cole
Alias: unknown.
Age: 14 (would be 18 now)
Appearance: long blonde hair and brown eyes, hair usually worn in braid или up (ponytail, bun)
Personality: she was stubborn and always thought she could do things on her own. she was Храбрая сердцем on the outside but was scared but never let anyone see it. She was never the one to smile so easily and be at ease. And she was never someone who Остаться в живых without a fight.
Powers/Abilities: she doesn't have any powers but combat and sword skills.
Weapons: a single sword.
Past: died in a break out gone wrong.
Others: she wasn't someone to let people into her life. But she cared if someone were sad или upset.