Who: Clarissa Morgenstern, Cathy McDonald and Izzy McDonald What: Conversations a few day after Clary's arrival When: Early afternoon, around 12:30 Where: The Welcome Center Rating: G, nothing higher than PG Status: Incomplete
The longer she was here, the more she missed the family she had just managed to piece back together. But that was normal, wasn't it? Clary was sitting in the kitchen area of the welcome center. There was a steaming cup of coffee in one hand, and a pencil in the other. Her new sketch pad was open on the table, a drawing of who she knew was Jace- only as an Angel in front of her, with wings spread out across the page, is seraph blade growing in his hand, angel face looking both beautiful and deadly. Past the sketch pad was a newspaper. She was trying to find a job somewhere. Anywhere really, so she didn't have to bother the people here for too long. Problem was, all of the jobs for sixteen year olds weren't paying enough to live on.
Had been home, her future would have already been set. She'd train in the Institute, become a real Shadowhunter, and that would be her path. I was what she wanted. But the Institute didn't exist here.
The sleeves of her black shirt were rolled up, exposing the thing white scars of the faded ruins that decorated parts of her body. If she staid as a Shadowhunter, someday her body would be covered in them.
Sipping on her coffee, she glanced around the room. There were other residents here, she didn't really know them too well. Clary had spoke to a few of them, but no serious connections made. The woman who ran the place seemed really nice, and the place seemed safe.
Sighing, she put down her pencil and pulled out here Stele from her pocket, holding it out in front of her. This was her weapon, she could open portals to other worlds, hold Angels, tear apart shifts, share powers, but she couldn't portal home. That had to be the most frustrating part.
Then she heard someone coming toward the room, and she sat up in her chair, green eyes moving to the door.