( a common misconception, but she isn't quick to correct it. )
They are a bit different than your average ink, I'll admit. Just as personal, though. I'm assuming you haven't run into the others from my Institute just yet.
( once more she's placed in the position of sharing information she may not otherwise outside of cadelle, not with someone she'd just met-- on a social app, at that. it takes a great deal of reminding that she's in no dire need to keep anything hushed within these limits. )
More like a safe house. Pretty much the only home I've known since I was young.
[fairly recently he's had the pleasure of entirely too much time spent in the company of secret agents. maybe it's this that's made him suspicious. or maybe that's just from a lifetime in the barrio, where seemingly everyone was getting into something and those who were trying to get out often got caught in the crossfire. regardless, he's not one hundred percent certain that she' s being completely truthful.
not that he will fault her for it. social media is hardly the place to be baring your soul (or lack of one) to strangers.]
friend of mine was in the system growing up. got bounced around from foster home to foster home. for better or worse, at least you had a place to call home.
[he's not fully sure why he feels the need to open up to her, but he does. even if he's still getting used to the idea that he doesn't have to be completely walled off.]
my uncle raised me until i was old enough to take care of myself and my brother. not quite as interesting as your story.
( it wasn't a lie of any sorts-- more so just a subtle means of unstitching where she came from, a human race not many were familiar with even within her own world. it's an adjustment, coming to terms with the fact that anyone she gets remotely close to here is someone that, when returns home, she may never hear from again.
the institute served as a glamoured church in which only the shadowhunters, or nephilim, could see and enter, disregarding permission. a local power base of sorts, the very power that lay acquainted with the runes marked along her skin. it's a bit of a handful to explain, really. baby steps just worked better. )
Not everyone has a story. I'm thankful enough to still have my parents, though they left me and my brother on our own quite awhile ago. Kind of raised to be that way.
[isabelle's the first person who's heard about his brother. it might not seem like it now, but the mention of family is a big step for him. robbie's the kind of person to hold things close to his chest and not bother other people with his problems.
stubborn loner might be the most apt way to put it.
he appreciates that she seems like the type who can handle it when things don't go as planned. it makes wanting to get to know her an easier adjustment.]
sounds like you and i share a similar outlook when it comes to taking care of things.
You mean, taking care of them because there's no other choice? I'm definitely familiar.
( as it may otherwise sound, it isn't complaint nor any bit a pout that would form to her words, should he be granted the sight of her during conversation, rather than something as private. without it, however, perceptions are open, infinite— part of her likes it that way.
izzy's got, even if she may not admit it, an apt ability to wear her loyalty, her compassion on her sleeve. it was difficult not to notice, characteristics that let others belief they could be open with her. )
If we share it, then that must mean you too have had little time to yourself. How are you adjusting to being here? ( because she's not doing the best. )
Personally I've spent a lot of my own at sucker punch. It's quieter, not many people are there, especially late at night. Looks like we're similar in a lot of regards.
( whether it's to keep herself sharp, or purge out whatever still harrowed at her thoughts, she isn't even sure herself. )
You should drop by sometime. I could always use feeding off another to up my game.
i usually work out there too. guess we've just missed each other.
[her offer sounds like the best thing he's heard in awhile. maybe she'll be the key to helping him find some sort of peace that he hasn't been able to find on his own.]
sounds like a plan. i won't take it easy on you if you promise the same.
( it'd kill two birds with one stone, really, as she hasn't found many others that choose to spend their time the way she does. more often than not they're indulging beach parties, lingering around the bars and nightlife while she's left using her iratze rune across her knuckles after every evening with one of those bags. )
I'd suggest not taking it easy on me, I'd hate to see anyone go down that quickly.
If it's not a challenge I'm not interested. You headed there later?
( while she knows it's not necessarily some sort of competitive streak she's looking to fill, a little edge certainly adds a bit of welcome flare to her night. she'd be there regardless, never hurt to having a tangible target. )
Looks like I'll be seeing you tonight then. Rest up, carino.
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nice ink. seen a lot of tats where i'm from, but nothing like yours.
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( a common misconception, but she isn't quick to correct it. )
They are a bit different than your average ink, I'll admit. Just as personal, though.
I'm assuming you haven't run into the others from my Institute just yet.
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[wait a minute...]
institute? like a school? that's some serious devotion.
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( once more she's placed in the position of sharing information she may not otherwise outside of cadelle, not with someone she'd just met-- on a social app, at that. it takes a great deal of reminding that she's in no dire need to keep anything hushed within these limits. )
More like a safe house. Pretty much the only home I've known since I was young.
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not that he will fault her for it. social media is hardly the place to be baring your soul (or lack of one) to strangers.]
friend of mine was in the system growing up. got bounced around from foster home to foster home. for better or worse, at least you had a place to call home.
[he's not fully sure why he feels the need to open up to her, but he does. even if he's still getting used to the idea that he doesn't have to be completely walled off.]
my uncle raised me until i was old enough to take care of myself and my brother. not quite as interesting as your story.
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the institute served as a glamoured church in which only the shadowhunters, or nephilim, could see and enter, disregarding permission. a local power base of sorts, the very power that lay acquainted with the runes marked along her skin. it's a bit of a handful to explain, really. baby steps just worked better. )
Not everyone has a story. I'm thankful enough to still have my parents, though they left me and my brother on our own quite awhile ago. Kind of raised to be that way.
Eye for an eye, it seems.
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stubborn loner might be the most apt way to put it.
he appreciates that she seems like the type who can handle it when things don't go as planned. it makes wanting to get to know her an easier adjustment.]
sounds like you and i share a similar outlook when it comes to taking care of things.
that's a good thing, i swear.
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( as it may otherwise sound, it isn't complaint nor any bit a pout that would form to her words, should he be granted the sight of her during conversation, rather than something as private. without it, however, perceptions are open, infinite— part of her likes it that way.
izzy's got, even if she may not admit it, an apt ability to wear her loyalty, her compassion on her sleeve. it was difficult not to notice, characteristics that let others belief they could be open with her. )
If we share it, then that must mean you too have had little time to yourself. How are you adjusting to being here? ( because she's not doing the best. )
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but there's only so much working out that i can do.
i thought that i'd be happy not having to go out every night, but —
funny how that works isn't it?
izzy: makes friends by sparring with them
( whether it's to keep herself sharp, or purge out whatever still harrowed at her thoughts, she isn't even sure herself. )
You should drop by sometime. I could always use feeding off another to up my game.
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[her offer sounds like the best thing he's heard in awhile. maybe she'll be the key to helping him find some sort of peace that he hasn't been able to find on his own.]
sounds like a plan. i won't take it easy on you if you promise the same.
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I'd suggest not taking it easy on me, I'd hate to see anyone go down that quickly.
If it's not a challenge I'm not interested. You headed there later?
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[his social calendar is definitely looking a little bare. with no reason to say no, he agrees to meet up with her.]
yeah. i'll swing by tonight.
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( while she knows it's not necessarily some sort of competitive streak she's looking to fill, a little edge certainly adds a bit of welcome flare to her night. she'd be there regardless, never hurt to having a tangible target. )
Looks like I'll be seeing you tonight then. Rest up, carino.