03-31-2014, 04:40 PM
Giovanni grasped the power, his emotions drained away faster than water through a sieve. Aria could feel his eyes on her. The one glance she spared him was of him staring at her arm. She tried to ignore him. If he would do nothing, she would do nothing. She wasn't here to hunt them. Why would anyone hunt another human. They were not monsters. People were not monsters, they could not choose their fates. They did not ask for the power of the gods, they were given it. It was their actions that determined their worthiness to be hunted. God did not give gifts to the unworthy. But some men did not thwart temptation.
They were only on the train for a few minutes. Aria would have preferred to walk. Walking was good. The street under her feet and the stars above her. Granted it was cold and windy and the snow was falling, but it was much better to be outside than in. She'd had enough inside to last a life time.
The place looked like any other suburbia she'd been too. The dark houses were nice and quiet. Aria could feel the few souls who were awake but they were few and far between.
Aria could not help but feel the doorman's disgust and dislike of having to do his job so late at night. There was horror in his emotions when he glanced at Aria. Aria wondered what he was thinking, she hoped Jensen wouldn't hear about this later. Aria looked behind her to make sure she wasn't tracking any blood, now that it was much warmer inside than out. Her pants were caked and stiff with blood, they were pretty much ruined but she pulled her coat tighter around her and hurried after the men with her.
Once inside Jensen ask if they wanted anything. Only thing Aria really wanted was a bed to sleep in and to take a bath, but cleaning up would be a good third. "Bathroom?"
Jensen pointed the way and Aria quickly shucked her leather trench coat and laid it over a near by chair. The two swords and two guns neatly hung at her hip were in clear view now. The bathroom was smaller than she'd hoped for, but it would do to clean up. She closed the door mostly, she didn't want to be trapped in a small room and she wanted to hear what they had to say and feel. She could still feel Giovanni's eyes on her through closed the door. He was weary of her. He probably had every right to be, though she wasn't going to do anything about him, or Jensen. Not unless they were the monsters they were told to have been long ago. But she doubt that it was in either of their true nature.
Aria started to clean the blood off of her hands, and tried to remove some of the caked mess with out making a bigger one. It wasn't working too well.
They were only on the train for a few minutes. Aria would have preferred to walk. Walking was good. The street under her feet and the stars above her. Granted it was cold and windy and the snow was falling, but it was much better to be outside than in. She'd had enough inside to last a life time.
The place looked like any other suburbia she'd been too. The dark houses were nice and quiet. Aria could feel the few souls who were awake but they were few and far between.
Aria could not help but feel the doorman's disgust and dislike of having to do his job so late at night. There was horror in his emotions when he glanced at Aria. Aria wondered what he was thinking, she hoped Jensen wouldn't hear about this later. Aria looked behind her to make sure she wasn't tracking any blood, now that it was much warmer inside than out. Her pants were caked and stiff with blood, they were pretty much ruined but she pulled her coat tighter around her and hurried after the men with her.
Once inside Jensen ask if they wanted anything. Only thing Aria really wanted was a bed to sleep in and to take a bath, but cleaning up would be a good third. "Bathroom?"
Jensen pointed the way and Aria quickly shucked her leather trench coat and laid it over a near by chair. The two swords and two guns neatly hung at her hip were in clear view now. The bathroom was smaller than she'd hoped for, but it would do to clean up. She closed the door mostly, she didn't want to be trapped in a small room and she wanted to hear what they had to say and feel. She could still feel Giovanni's eyes on her through closed the door. He was weary of her. He probably had every right to be, though she wasn't going to do anything about him, or Jensen. Not unless they were the monsters they were told to have been long ago. But she doubt that it was in either of their true nature.
Aria started to clean the blood off of her hands, and tried to remove some of the caked mess with out making a bigger one. It wasn't working too well.