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NephilimPermalink Reply by ✓ Clarissa Bradford ~Admin~ on November 29, 2017 at 20:12

Clarissa had found herself at the bar, once again; she was becoming so much of a regular these days that she needn’t make an order to the bartender, he just knew what she was going to have, unless of course it was a tough day then she may spice things up with a shot or two. She sat there in silence, her nails picking at the label of the bottle of beer as she listened to the buzz that surrounded her; for once, she wasn't interested in socialising, in playing pool or darts competitively, she was more than happy to keep to herself before heading home and working out. She recently had a rather large pay out from the Organisation she used to work for, for completing a mission to their standards and Kai, her ex-partner personally delivered the cash in hand to her; much to her delight. Clarissa hated him, but still had deep feelings for him and it annoyed her intensely being so overemotional over one guy. But for tonight, she loved him; he brought her two things, a wallop of cash and bar tab that she could easily get drunk on. Yet, she couldn’t help but wonder if and when she would see him again but that simple thought was soon kicked out of her head as she automatically reached for her beer.

The heel of her boot tapped against the metal railing of the stool that she sat on; tapping along to the beat of the song until she felt a presence scoot onto the stool beside her. Being the obvious and confident woman she was, she straight away looked at the individual and quirked a brow at the very bold appearance; she admired it. Clarissa simply nodded to the bartender to get her usual before a smirk crossed her painted red lips at the girls comment; she called her a girl purely because she looked a lot younger than herself. A slight exhale of a laugh also escaped her as the girl began a conversation. “It seems I’ve made quite a reputation for myself.” She nodded proudly at the concept, her muscular shoulders giving a slight shrug nonchalantly before contemplating the question. “Sure, if I can make another woman badass, why not. Take a seat” She turned her body somewhat to face the young girl; one leather coated leg crossed the other as she leaned upon the bar on her forearm.

“What’s your name, Kid?” Clarissa tilted her head a little, she could tell that something was deeply troubling the girl and in the world that they lived in, nothing would surprise her. “And more importantly, how did you find me?” Of course, that was an extremely stupid question for Clarissa; if she wasn’t hunting or at the gym, people would always find her at a bar.

NephilimPermalink Reply by ✓ Siobhan Leslie ~Mod~ on December 6, 2017 at 19:20

Siobhan slid into the seat and crossed her legs as she took hold of the drink the bartender left in front of her as the smile twitched at the end of her colorful painted lips as she cleared her throat, "Siohban." She said simply as she took a sip from the Whiskey letting it burn its way down. One thing about hanging out with a wolf who drinks, the drinking became easy to her, it was almost second nature now to numb the pain that was running through her mind. "A friend." She answered the second question "Well he is more then a friend He is one of the few people I trust, but he said he has done all he could for me at this point, I need to find someone who has skills to fight against the flight instinct we naturally have."

She looked back to Clarissa as she looked to  her for a long moment she took another sip from her drink and then let out a deep exhale "Something has happened to me, something I never wish to relive, something I have been running from. I am done running I need to learn how to be apart of this world how to fight in this world." She looked to Clarissa from the corner of her eye. "I was told you are a bad ass and would be able to help me develop my Nephilim abilities." She said that last part lowly so that only Clarissa could hear. 

It was clear she was very new to being a Nephilim and a lot of shit had gone down in her life hurt and pain that not many others have experienced in such a short amount of time. "Do you think you can help me? or maybe a better questions is are you willing to help me?" She asked her as her blue orbs moved back to the empty glass in her hand.

NephilimPermalink Reply by ✓ Clarissa Bradford ~Admin~ on December 8, 2017 at 22:36

Fingers effortlessly and relentlessly picked at the label of the bottle that was within her grasp; it was a nasty habit that she had picked up, but compared to the others she had, this happened to be one of the most innocent habits. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Siobhan.” Clarissa smiled gently at the girl, it often came to shock to others that Clarissa had compassion, and sympathy for others. She hated seeing people in pain, in conflict and she wished she could take it all away for them; but that was a side she rarely let anyone see. She was a troubled soul, traumatised even by her childhood and how her life had planned out, however, she would never let anyone know or see that; yet she was thankful because she now knew how to survive by her own which this young Nephilim didn’t. “A friend…” She repeated the answer back to her and quirked a brow which meant they had a mutual which in a small city wasn’t surprising but Clarissa was unaware that she truly had made any friends since her arrival.

“To fight against the flight instinct that we all have, you simply need stop being scared of death.” There was a lot more to her question than the answer that Clarissa had given her; however, considering she had delivered death for many years now, the whole concept of it was natural, even if the cause was forced. Clarissa soon downed the first beer that her Ex had got on the tab before moving onto the beer that the other Nephilim had got her. She wanted to help her, desperately so, however, she needed to know whether Siobhan was ready for what was to come from being mentored by someone like Clarissa who to others followed the religion of Lucifer.

“I want to help you, yes. I just need to make sure you know what you’re getting yourself in for?” Delicate fingers naturally wrapped around the neck of the next bottle; her violet gaze roomed around the bar and the individuals which shared the room with her. She watched often watched them laugh, and more often than not when the girls got too drunk – cry over a boy that didn’t love them back. “You obviously know who I am, and what I do for a living. You’re coming to an Assassin…” She lowered her tone, allowing the two sets of lavender specked eyes to meet. “Rather than going to my sister who is the detective who would be much more of an innocent teacher” She threw the girl a wink before grabbing the beer bottle and standing. “I’ll help you befriend those demons of yours… Personal demons are my fav.”

“Follow me if you wish to take the road down the dark side.” Her words cooed, a smirk filtering onto her lips as she flipped her jacket over one shoulder; glancing at Siobhan before nodding her head in the direction of the exit.

NephilimPermalink Reply by ✓ Siobhan Leslie ~Mod~ on January 5, 2018 at 13:58

"Maybe he wasn't a friend but a drinking buddy to you." she said as she took a sip from her glass. "A wolf who has a think about rum." her lips pursed softly as she thought of Dominic and then shook her head looking to her once again. "Have to stop fearing death." she muttered and sighed softly "If only it was that simple." She said and looked to Clarissa looking around the bar "I tend to attract death in more ways then one, its a surprise that I am still alive, though I am sure I have a few people to thank for that." she bit back the heavy sigh she wished to release in that moment, after all she didn't come her to spill her guts to a woman she didn't know all too well. "I need help honing my Nephilim skills, I mean for Christ sakes I just learned how to fly." She said looking back to the women.

Activating her powers much later in life then other Nephilim's she felt at a disadvantage. Sure she was skilled with a bow thanks to her fathers training but she was nothing compared to the other Nephilim's. Her eyes locked with Clarissa when she said she wanted to help, honestly she thought it may take more convincing. "Really?" she asked softly and then listen to her keep talking. "I do know this, I don't need an innocent teacher not for these inner demons, not for the fight that may come." she said to her and nodded. Her lips quirked up into a smile as She said she would help her befriend those demons of her. And watched her stand up and walked towards the exit. She tossed back the last of her Whiskey and slid off the stool tossing some cash on the bar and followed  Clarissa out of the exit. 

The Blonde pulled off the black wig and tossed it aside as she pulled her jacket tighter around her body in the bitter wind and caught up to Clarissa "Thank you, for trying to help me." She said as she looked to the dark haired beauty following her.