The Mortal Instruments discussion

Aiyana was standing outside trying to decide whether or not to eat here.

Sunday stopped and looked the restaurant over, lingering by the door. "To eat or not to eat...that is the question!" She mumbled under her breath, pulling her coat closed and buttoning it to the top

Aiyana decided to enter the restaurant.

Sunday continued on, not feeling hungry much afterward

She got herself something to drink.

She finished quickly and then left

Brinkley stayed close to him, observing the scene. "Where have you taken me..?" She looked at a vampire passing her, and resisted the urge to scream. "Really...? Was that what i think it was...?"

"N-no thanks..." She said warily, and took a seat In a secluded corner where no one would notice them.

While he was gone, Brinkley drummed her fingers against the counter nervously. She considered leaving, but decided not to yet. She grabbed a napkin and attempted to wipe some of the blood from her hands.

She watched him, and felt her lip tremble. She nodded, and steadied herself. Why are you trusting this guy? Dont let him help you! Stop, now! but she didnt listen.

Her breathing got heavy, but she remained still. She thought of how awkward this must be for him, and felt a little sympathy. She told herself that she must at least act like she was grateful.

She nodded, knowing that it wasnt. "Thanks..." she said quietly.

She didnt smile. She stayed still, and waited. "I thought you were going to heal it with like...magic...judging from the way you were so secretive at Pandemonium.." She said, honestly. She stole a quick glance at the door, and saw someone who looked like they just walked off the set of Lord of the Rings. She looked a little wary

"Oh, so you couldve?" Her eyebrows raised. "Am i like high? I was kidding!"

((Sorry, didnt get an update))

After she was done, she looked at him with those same wild eyes. "Are...did he hurt you?"

"Im sorry. About that. It was all my fault. I wasnt careful enough. I shouldve never ever even agreed to go to that stupid, godforsaken..." Her voice grew shrill. She noticed herself losing control, and took several deep breaths.

She laughed. "When youre me, you dont have 'fun'. I was there for business, anyways..." She looked passed him for a moment, then sighed. "You dont really want to know, i suppose..."

She tried to smile back, but it wasnt something she did often, so it came out strained. "Okay, lets get honest. Pleasue dont judge till the very end, 'kay!" She held up a hand, and took a deep breath. "I, Miss Brinkley Hirt am my schools top selling drug dealer and fake ID warehouse. I smuggle and sneak things in for a living...at 18. I get away with it because, well...Because im a girl. I dont have a future to look forward this. This is my family's income! Me! So, its vital that i keep my act together and stand up for myself...or else ill lose everything ive established for myself...all the crap i did all my life will be worthless. Thats why i didnt want you to interfere. That oaf was an upperclassman. Most people who buy from me are out of high school. Im screwed, really..."

"Yeah..." You cant cry, you cant cry But she was on the verge. "Do you think i want to do this? I dont have another choice! I basically dont have anywhere to live...Ive lost all of my real connections...I dont know what to do with my life...Im most likely going to drop out of school soon...and...and I wanna die..." Her eyes were blinked back hot tears, but she had self control. She was willing and praying that she wouldnt burst like she wanted to. "And why am i admitting this?!?! Why do i trust you?!?! I dont understand my logic anymore..."

"You cant do shit for me, okay? Youve done enough. And i thank you for it..." She pushed her hair out of her face quickly.

"Please..." She wanted to adress him by a name, but realized she did not know it. "I..." But then a thought occured to her. Why not accept his help? "If i ask you for one thing, would that be alright?"

"I know I hardly know you. I dont even know your name. But, please let me live with you for a week, tops! Just so that i can ride out this...incident with that guy. I wont be a bother...And i promise i wont stay longer than a week...Please..." She was pleading, another first.

"Thank you..." She said, and looked down to her gory hands. "Erm, now this is awkward. Might I ask your name...?" She blushed a bit, but it was hardly noticeable.

She repeated it several times in her head. "Nice." Was all she could say outloud.

((If you are expecting a romance, im already going to warn you that i SUCK @ straight relationships...haha))

((Haha, yess!!! Teehee!!!))

"I named myself. When i was 3. I thought it sounded manly. I got it from my old neighbor, who used to say my parents 'Where on the brink of my destruction'." She said honestly. "My mom was too 'busy' to name me properly. I think it was originally something simple like Jane or Julie or whatever. I dont really care anymore about...that...It just sort of stuck..."

((Like, duude!!! We should have a seperate rp where we use TMI original characters!!! I so call Alec!!!))

((Yesh, yesh we should...i feel like rping with a gay charrie. 'dont jnow ehy, but its just so much easier...))

She lied and said she didnt. She stole a few glances at Will, just silently checking him out. She concluded she could trust him. But, she could tell that he was hiding SOMETHING. What that something was, she had no idea.

((Sweetness!!))

She obeyed, and followed him out

Krissy walked in with Destrey.

The waitress bounced up to Destrey with a smile, "Hey Des, table for two?" she asked with fluttering eyes. "Yup," he said with a nod. The waitress walked them to a booth in the corner, "Thanks," Destrey said before sliding in.

Krissy did the same, careful not to get too close to him. He nervously busied his hands with his pockets, looking down at the table often.

"Do you know what you'd like to drink?" the waitress asked.
"I'll just have water," Destrey said while looking through the menu.
"And you?" she asked Krissy.

"I'm...I'm fine as is, thanks..." He felt that if he was to eat or drink anything, he'd just about throw it up.

"Tell me if you change your mind," she said before flouncing away.
"She always seems way to happy to me," Destrey said with a chuckle.

I wonder why!!!! he thought to himself. "Haha....Seems to be..."

Destrey smiled as he looked over the menu, "What are you getting Krissy?"

"uh..." He picked up a menu, but all the words on the page swirled in his mind. "I...I think ill pass, actually."

"Come on, you gotta be hungrey," Destrey said.

"Um, I kind of lost my appetite after I saw....You know...your friend..." he gulped. Wrong thing to say.

"Oh...yeah, of course," Destrey said before getting quite. He had really been trying not to think about that.

"I'm sorry!" He took his hand without thinking, and squeezed semi-tightly. "I didnt meant to piss you off...."

"Oh no, I'm not mad!" he said reassuringly. Destrey was about to say something else when the waitress came back. "I can take your orders," she said while eyeing their hands. She was confused, since she knew Destrey wasn't gay.

Krissy dropped his hand. He scooted away from him, returnnig his gaze to the table again.

Destrey smiled slightly before talking, "I'll have the coconut pancakes," he said.
The waitress scribbled down on a price of paper before turning her gaze onto Krissy, "And you?"

"I...I just want a diet coke, please?" He finally said, thinking that a drink would cool his nerves. He thanked the waitress, and watched her go. He briefly looked up to destrey, and smiled feebly. "She totally thought that you and I..."

Destrey chuckled, "I noticed," he said with a nod.

"Funny, people are." He gave a little laugh for show.

"That they are," he agreed. Destrey looked around the room, looking at all the different assortments of people.

the waitress came back for a moment, setting down his drink. Slowly, he took a long, drawn out sip from the straw, his lips curving ever so slightly. He pushed it away after a moment or two, and looked at Destrey.

Destrey picked up his water and sipped at it delicatly before setting it down.

Krissy watched in awe. Everything he does is beautiful... He thought, his eyes glued to him. He was trying not to act like a creeper, but he had an obsessive love for the boy already.