brett ( the danger junkie ) : (protecting) wrote in thecityofsin, @ 2009-06-01 20:56:00 |
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Librarys weren't really Brett's thing, she was much to absorbed into the physical side of their world to pay much attention to books and any kind of written form of information. Brett learnt by doing and having and so had never spent much time in the library and would often run amok when her mother tried to make her study. Bike was parked in its usual spot as she made her way into the building, tugging off the sleek black helmet and shaking out her hair. Brett's pace slowed as she waited for the sounds of conversation to find her ears so she could pinpoint the discussions location but the library was currently quiet-ish; either no one had arrived yet or they were all talking quietly.
Brett headed in the direction of the back rooms, where they were relatively protected and private to see if Ben or any of the others had turned up. Currently she was feeling torn about this 'mission', she knew Greg was beyond their help but that didn't stop something inside of her wanting to help him, that niggly little bit of her which made her a damn good Watcher but she knew that in him living he could betray them and that was out of the question. It had to be done and Brett would make sure it was done.
Sighing she pushed open the swing doors, a few were already there and she greeted each of them quietly, with a forlorn seriousness which didn't quite suit the usually vibrant Watcher. Helmet was rested lightly on the table as she sagged into a chair, legs lifting so biker booted feet could rest on the table. Head was dipped back, fingers running through her hair which made the black cascade dance. Looking at Brett you might think she looked unbothered by the situation but those who knew her would know that was certainly not the case. Brett said nothing, she didn't need to they all knew why Ben had gathered everyone; to kill Greg.