Lying down on the bed, with her dark, dye red hair covering parts of her face, Mystique looked calm, peaceful, even. She was anything but peaceful, inside, there was a war raging on, should I go to school?... Or shouldn't I?
You'd think being an assassin, Mystique would have had other problems to deal with. But no, she was lying on a cheap mattress that did not smell clean, in an apartment that she had somehow bought the night before. Now she could see though, why it wasn't that hard to buy. No one else wanted it. She looked at the ceiling, noticed the cracking paint that looked like green mucous, and the way it looked like it was just barely clinging to the ceiling.
Mystique couldn't distract herself for long, and soon her thoughts were back on school. Coming to Redlake was a good idea, no one in their right mind would think that an assassin would be living in a small town in the middle of Ireland. But there she was, the big bad assassin who was rumoured to blow up an entire drug operation because someone inside tried to set her up, and because, you know, drugs are bad for you. People shouldn't believe rumours, she smirked, even if they're true.
She knew she had to go to school, she already had everything ready and her courses chosen and set up. Anyway, people would start asking questions if someone who looked around the age of 18 wasn't attending highschool or university. She could just say she was taking a gap year, but she had absolutely nothing else to do, besides, she needed to try and blend in, and what better way than to go to a place where no one looked at you twice? She sighed as she rose from the mattress to get changed.
This will be an interesting experience.
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She knew driving a motorcycle to the University was a bad idea.
Did she listen to her conscious, though? Of course not. That's the reason why when she drove into the parking lot with a shiny red motorcycle that matched her hair colour, people stared. Not the whole parking lot, but quite a few. The females were like vultures, looking at her like she was their prey, sizing her up, finding out if they could take her down for the count. The males that looked, most of them were gaping at her bike, but gave her a few looks, as well.
After parking, she hopped from her bike, put the safety latch on it-- you never know, lots of people had tried to steal her baby over the years. Taking off her helmet, she grabbed her bag from behind her, and headed towards the front of the building. People had stopped staring, and she couldn't be more glad. You never know, maybe it was because she's wearing more black the usual uni student, not that she cared.
She walked in strides, almost at the door, her black glove nearly on the knob, when she heard a whistle from behind. Ignoring it she reached for the door but before she could open it a hand shot it's way past her head and pressed against the door, as if that was supposed to stop her from entering. She fought the natural instinct to flip whosever hand that it was and pin them down. But she was not going to make a scene on her first day.
Slowly she turned around and traced her eyes from the hand on the door to the body it was attached to. If it were up to me it wouldn't be attached any more. She rose her eyes to the person's shoulders, neck and then face. She could already tell he would be a problem, that needed to be terminated immediately.
"Hello, cutie! What's a fine lass like you doin' out in the cold, all alone? I'm Andy," Andy gave her a thousand watt smile, he couldn't get over the way she looked like a little black and red blimp in a sea of colourful bright clothing, with her long, black, tight jeans and long sleeve top to match, that had a little red triangle in the middle. How odd, he thought, as he trailed his eyes back from her black boots to her fierce green eyes. Oh yes, she's quite pretty.
"Well, I'm guessing you must be half blind to have not seen my hand reaching for the door that's," she looked at his hand, that rested on the main entrance door, "right there," she smiled, not a flirty smile, but a cold, calculated one.
"And if you don't mind, I'd rather not be late for my first day," as she spoke, she grabbed his hand, pulled it off the door- making him almost slip, but he caught himself just in time. She then, ungracefully dropped it, opened the door, and said, "maybe, you should learn, that to get a girl's attention, don't stop the door from opening, but be the one to open it. Just a tip, Andy," she smiled, her cold smile, and left Andy standing on his own by the door, as it swung closed.
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Ação❝If you don't let your past die, your past won't let you live.❞ ***************** In Mystique's line of work, mistakes mean death. So when a job goes wrong, life gets a little complicated. Throw in the daughter of a mob boss, superstitious allies...
