- Fri Feb 24, 2017 12:08 am
Stana yawned. She looked at the clock and it had been roughly 20 minutes from her mark. She figured he wasn't coming and her stomach was growling. She hated breakfast, but it wouldn't stop for all that time. She stood from her chair, and pulled the blade from her belt, twirling with it, playing with it as she strolled out of the Capitalum building and headed into the open courtyard to make her way to the mess hall. It was supplied pretty well, since they'd been hauling in new supplies from outside, decent enough food that it didn't feel too much like a prison as it had when she first showed up.
The blade danced in the early morning light--where the sun was just before the horizon, ready to peek through. She twirled it, her footsteps crunching atop the gravel as she started to walk across the way, passing the fountain about halfway over. The feel of the blade made her smile, as she'd grown rather fond of it in the last ten hours or so that she'd had it in her possession. It reminded her that she had a key to her freedom. It also reminded her of Jace, which made her blush too--because the sight of him did that to her. Why? This wasn't Hogwarts where she could just crush on the guy who was in the Charms class down the hall. This wasn't some schoolyard romance--this was a garou, the alpha garou of the Lucky 7. It had a great ring to it.
She was almost to the main entrance when she saw a group walking up at the same time. Stana grinned at the sight of them, so much that she wound up her hand to throw the knife into the gravel at the feet of the man she'd recognized instantly because of the leather jacket and the bandolier with the matching knives to the one she had in her hand. But she stopped herself. Given his display from before, when she got ballsy and tried to make a swipe at his neck, she didn't want to be disciplined. New "recruit" of sorts. She'd have a lot to prove to his people, and getting struck down on day one wasn't her idea of a good time. He'd hit her, a reflexive backhand that was now a brilliant blue bruise on the side of her pale face, but that was done in private, and a one-on-one setting. Stana didn't want to be ridiculed in front of the lot.
Her hand remained tightly held to the handle, holding the blade pointed up on the inside of her wrist, like an assassin would to conceal it. But she didn't have an intended target--she was just going for concealment in case they thought she was going to attack them. No need riling up a pack of hungry garou before breakfast.
"Morning." She said, as she walked past them, flashing a bit of a grin and a raised brow to Jace as she strolled by. Stana made it up the steps and propped the door open for them, in case they were ready to head in; she didn't want to be too rude and shut the door in their faces, it would make her a poor hostess after all.