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Nov 29, 2013 01:07PM
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Hallie sat in the corner of the coffee place (Right?). She was reading Harry Potter while drinking coffee. Wow. Exciting. She was wearing her favorite outfit, and had already managed to offend seven people just this morning. (view spoiler)
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Leaning back in her seat, Jaze processed the information she'd gleaned from the file. Well, now she new why her mother was exiled, but now she had more questions. For instance, why? She sighed and glanced around the room. Her eyes landed on a girl in the back for a moment, long enough to read her shirt. Well, that's nice, she thought, picking up her menu.
Hallie sensed that someone was staring at her. She glanced up, and almost caught the gaze of the girl looking at her. Okay, now her count was eight. As she picked up her coffee mug to take a sip, her mark- that twisted around her wrist- flashed.
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That girl had looked at her again. Hallie inspected the girl more closely, and came to the conclusion that she must be either a shadowhunter or another downworlder. She was guessing a shadowhunter, by the way she sat and the way she was still alert, and never quite relaxed. As the person got the drink they had ordered, Hallie whispered something. The foam at the top of the drink spelled out the word "Hello."
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Okay, her drink was moving. That was unusual. This better not be a fairy trick, Jaze thought, looking down at it. She read the word on her cup and arched a brow. "Well, hello to you too," she muttered, faintly wondering if the hot chocolate would beg her to get something else, so she wouldn't drink it.
Smiling, Hallie lifted her book back up and began to read again. Taking another sip of her coffee, her sweater sleeve fell back and exposed her arm almost completely. Hallie slammed her coffee down with a hollow thud! In one swift motion, she yanked her sleeve back down to her wrist.
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Hallie caught Jaze's gaze. She winked, and her violet eyes smiled.
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Hallie got up and walked over to Jaze. She gave her a small smile, and sat down next to her. Hallie had, of course, brought her coffee and her book. "Hello there." Hallie's eye color had changed, from the dark purple they had just been to a slightly lighter violet. They had changed because she had finally come to the conclusion that this person was Nephilim.
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"Thanks." Hallie eyed the messenger bag that Jaze held closely to her side. "So, Nephilim, when did you get here?" Hallie may not have been closely associated with them, but she sure knew who came and went. She kept a close watch on them... For obvious reasons.
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Jaze arched a brunette brown. "To Java Jones? A few minutes ago. I'm pretty sure you saw me walk in," she answered, though she was about 90% sure that wasn't what the warlock meant.
((thanks (:))Hallie snorted, and her eyes flashed. "No. When did you get here. To the institute." Hallie muttered something in French. It was something along the lines of "she had to know i wasn't talking about that."
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Shrugging, Jaze stirred her her hot chocolate with a spoon. "Not as long as the others," she answered, truthfully. "I've been here around a year, maybe two."
Sighing, Hallie refrained from putting her feet up on the coffee table. So it was this one. She vaguely remembered Jaze arriving. Hallie stuck out her hand, and looked Jaze in the eye. Hallie detected a certain sadness and confusion in them, but didn't say anything. "Hallie Jones, High Warlock of nothing." She smiled boldly. "Although I do live down the hall from Magnus Bane."
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"High Warlock of Brooklyn. He has some pretty crazy parties." Hallie grinned. "But I digress." She took a sip of her coffee, and fiddled with the cover of her book a bit, slightly lost in memory.
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"No, there's just another warlock in this place." Hallie told her sarcastically. She raised her eyebrows at Jaze and gave her a smile. She took another sip of her coffee.
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"Mmm," Hallie said as she thought. "Well, I'm not that old... I haven't been here very long, you see. I just got here," She squinted and tilted her head, as if trying to see something far away. "A hundred years? Yeah, that sounds about right. I just moved in from Finland. Lovely place there. Ever thought of visiting?"
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"What about your mother?" Hallie asked, genuinely curious. "Wasn't she around when you were little?"
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Hallie nodded, empathy in her eyes. "I know how it feels." She told Jaze quietly. Hallie leaned back, engulfing herself in the soft chair she was sitting in. She drank the rest of her coffee, then sighed.
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Hallie reached over to the table that was nearby, and grabbed a napkin. She handed it over to Jaze. "There are spoons here for a reason." She told her. "I'm getting up to get some food. Want any?"
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Hallie got up and walked over to the desk where you ordered, and asked for a croissant sandwich and a hamburger. She briefly took a seat next to a handsome boy, and talked with him a little. When her order was called, she winked at the boy, picked it up, and walked back over to Jaze. "Here ya go." She told Jaze,
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"Thank you," Jaze said to the warlock, looking up from her cup. She took the burger and set it on the table, telling Hallie, "How much was it? I'll pay you back."
"No, It's fine. I've got money pouring out of my freaking ears. I need to get rid of it somehow." Hallie sighed. "I mean, if a fifteen-year-old donated a couple hundred dollars to charity annually, don't you think people would get suspicious?"
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"And curious. I can't deal with curious, regular people." She frowned. "I can't even live in a place for more than 10 years without people wondering."
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Hallie finally took a bite of her croissant. After she swallowed, she said, "Probably? You Nephilim have institutes everywhere. All you'd have to do is transfer to a new one."
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Hallie sat back. Humans, even Nephilim don't realize how short their lives are. She frowned, and finished her croissant. They must have tightened their system... Hallie had know plenty of Shadowhunters, she is even friends with Tessa. She knows about their lifestyle life. "Who's in charge of the institute now?" She asked, genuinely curious. They must be high-stung and very strict.
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((Maybe just make up a last name, so that whoever claims the person will be able to choose everything except the last name. It's not that much of a drawback, I guess.))
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((Can I make the person in charge?))
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((Is that the ringing sound of leadership I hear? What sweet 'a 'ringing. :D))
((haha I'm going to make a new character for this so this should take a while))
