The Mortal Instruments: City of Death discussion

In front of the institute, just outside of it. Mundanes see it as some old abandoned church, it is described as a dump. However, it is a beautiful well kept place of sanctuary for shadowhunters.

After her jog--finally, a run!--Georgie stopped at the gates to the institute and let herself catch her breath. She'd done more running than she intended; maybe ten, eleven miles? Well, she'd just gotten her cast off, so it was inevitable. She loved running, and not being able to do so had killed her. She braced her hands on one of the columns, catching her breath. Damn, after six weeks in a cast, she was losing her touch; normally ten miles would be nothing. She sighed softly, brushing a few strands of hair out of her eyes.

((should they know each other?))

{Zander}
I step outside the institute after breakfast. My sisters were training and my parents were arguing per usual. I just need some fresh air, and this is the best place to go. I see someone at the gates and walk towards him--no her, I see as I get closer.

((If you like ^^ I'm betting since Georgie's been here a while that they'd at least know of each other's existence XD))

Georgie rested her forehead against the column for a moment, relishing the feeling of the cool stone against her skin. She was slightly overheated, as all wolves were. Of course, paired with her run, and the cool stone felt fantastic. The brunette closed her eyes, trying to catch her breath, when she heard footsteps, her ears perking up. Someone was outside. Her eyes fluttered open, locking on the person who was walking in her direction.

((okeyy!))
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{Zander}
I reach the gates. I recognize the girl, I think her name is Geargina but I'm not sure. I remember meeting her before. "Hi," I say, leaning against the gates and looking at her. She looks a little tired, like she was just working out or something.

((^.^))

Georgie's brunette head snapped up when she heard him speak, running her hands through her hair. Time to pretend she was fine again, as always. She nodded simply, sighing softly. "Hey," she allowed, opening the gates without making a sound.

{Zander}
"What brings you to the Institute this fine autumn morning?" I ask as we walk towards the doors. I know I can trust her. My parents have an allegiance with the pack her in New York. I wonder why all of a sudden she came, since I haven't seen her in a few months. She probably needs to talk about some conflict or something, or maybe it was just a friendly visit to see how things are going.

Georgie shrugged, braiding her hair quickly. They knew she lived with the pack, but they didn't know she was half wolf. No one knew that except her and her family, and she intended to keep it that way. "I'm a shadowhunter. This is my home," she said simply. "Just as much as the wolf pack is. I have every right to be here, don't I?" She rolled her eyes, stretching out her leg carefully. If one looked, they'd be able to see the scars on it that had just passed average amount and started bordering on dangerously many.

{Zander}
"Valid point." I say. "Violet and Abrianna will be glad you're here," I say, opening the large, almost daunting doors to the institute. "Make yourself at home, since technically it is your home."

"And why is that?" Georgie asked bluntly, curiously. She was being pretty nice, though she wasn't sure why. Maybe it was just the fact that she could walk normally again. The fact that her leg wasn't in pain, and not in a cast had her happier. Maybe that was it. "I don't need an invitation, hon," she said. Georgie's French accent shouldn't have worked with her southern sounding words, but they did, and quite fabulously, at that.

((They should totally walk into the training room and see what's going on in there....I'd laugh my head off.))

((Haha, I was thinking the same thing ^.^))

((LOL yess!))

{Zander}
I raise my eyebrows. "Hon, huh?" I say, closing the doors. "Well, I secretly think they're getting bored of each other. They're always together, all the time. I'm sure they'll be grateful for the extra company. Let's go check on them, I want to see how they're doing anyways,"

Georgie shrugged. "Hon. Gotta problem with it?" It was a habit she'd picked up from Gayle, one of the wolves she knew. The southern words. "You might wanna rethink your girl psychology. We don't get tired of our best friends."

"Yes, but don't you ever have off days when you aren't sure what to talk about?" I say as we maneuver the halls to get to the training room in the attic.

Georgie stifled a laugh, almost floating down the hall; her steps were so graceful. "That's cute, hon. You think I actually carry out conversations with people. I tend to let people do the taking, not the other way around."

{Zander}
"We'll you're doing an awful lot of talking now, for someone who usually doesn't talk too much." I point out.

Georgie rolled her eyes, clenching her fists. "When you can walk normally for the first time in years, you tend to be a little abnormally behaved, don't you thing?"

{Zander}
"That's true, you have good reason to be at least a little happy now. Good reason to celebrate," I agree. "I'm glad you're better by the way,"

Georgie shrugged, her smile fading slightly. "If you knew what I'd been through, you'd know okay is out of reach," she said, her tone slightly icy.

{Zander}
"I'm sorry I I offended you," I say calmly. We finally reach the training room, an I instantly know something is not right. "It's too quiet."

((Topic switch?))

Georgie frowned slightly, inhaling slowly. "Blood," she said softly. "You can smell it."

((Yeah.))

{Bri}
I stopped just outside the institute, "Wanna just hang out here for a while."

((Sorry I didnt get this notification :/))


"Sure, but you're not gonna puke on me right?" Kaden teased, taking a seat on a step and grinning at her playfully.

{Bri}
"I'm not going to puke, for the last time," I rolled my eyes, not amused.

"Alright, no need be so snappy Herondale," Kaden joked, glancing at her as he once again opened his sketch pad.

"Actually, I see a need." I responded flatly, my mood was currently plummeting.

Kaden looked over at Bri, "What can I do to make you feel better? Cause that frown doesnt quite fit on that pretty face." he said, truly wanting to help her.

"That's truly too bad, because this frown has been on my face half my life. That's what happens in days like today, it just gets worse. There are bad days, and then there are the-universe-is-out-to-get-me days."

"C'mon, there has to be something I can do to make you feel better." Kaden said, sketching several different randome sketches.

"Well, you're going to have to come up with it. It's not like I keep a list of what will make me feel better."

"Hmmm, Im at a loss," Kaden said with a sigh, turning to a new page and starting a new drawing. "Im guessing my charm alone isnt helping," he joked, smiling down at his paper.

'Having so much charm of my own, I fear I'm immune."

"Thats a shame," Kaden said with a slow shake of his head. "Im sure you could benefit from my charm." he said, finishing up the drawing he'd been working on.

"What did you draw?" I asked, trying to change the subject. From me to him, that was the best way.

"A picture for you," Kaden said, ripping the paper out and handing it to Bri. It was a dawing of the lake and forest in Idris.

"You did that from memory?" She asked, staring at the sketch.

"Yep," Kaden said, closing his book. "You like it?" he asked, hoping she did.

"It's amazing. Thank you," She said, surprising even herself.

"Any time," Kaden sid with a shrug, glad she liked it. Hopefully that brightend her mood, even if it was only for a while.

"Really? Even if it's at one a.m. demanding that you sketch me on the piano?" She teased.

"Of course your Highness, your wish is my command." Kaden joked, giving her a low bow.

She laughed, "okay... You're not going to know when, but there will be a day. And I will hold you to your word."

Kaden smirked, "Then I look forword to that day," he said with a soft laugh. "Should we get to training? Or would you like me to sketch some more?" he asked, only half joking.

"No training... Maybe sketching.... You got any other ideas?" She said, looking up at the sky

"Hmmm, Im sure I could think of something." Kaden said, tapping his chin with his pencil before opening his sketch pad again.

"Well? What is it?" I finally asked.

"Patience is a virtue," Kaden reminded her as he continued to draw a very detailed drawing of his grandmother's house in Idris.