Who: Kiera Lang and Xavier Donavan (Maeve included I assume Y/N?) What: Oh you know, average day at work! When: Monday afternoon Where: Wolfpack Martial Arts Status: In-progress and Closed
Kiera had a routine. Routine was what she lived her life by, actually. She preferred it that way too. It was what worked for her. She liked the structure, it gave her some manner of comfort in a world that had monsters in it. Yes, she knew about the monsters, whereas many other innocent souls had no idea about them. Sometimes she wished that more people had some sort of idea of how much danger they were in every day. Other times she didn't understand how so many people were ignorant to the fact that there was so much going on right underneath their noses. She had once been one of the ignorant masses. Some days she couldn't decide if it was the best or worst thing that had ever happened to her when she had met Ben. There were so many reasons to feel each way. Best because she had loved Ben a great deal and knowing him had lead to her gaining knowledge that she wouldn't have otherwise found out about. Worst because she had lost Ben and now she had a thirst for revenge. She probably wouldn't be able to be normal now if she tried. Sure she was able to fit in and not be too outrageously obvious about what she was. She could blend into society (as far as she was concerned), but she'd never be able to just stop hunting. She'd never stop hating those monsters, especially after what they had done to Ben.
Ben was someone that Kiera wouldn't ever be able to let go of. He had been a lot to her, so she thought about him just about every day. She didn't want to let go of the memory of him, really. She didn't want to forget what had happened to him either. She couldn't and wouldn't. She wasn't sure sometimes, whether or not he'd be happy or upset about the way she had turned out at this point. Maybe he would have wanted her to get into a saver lifestyle. Or maybe he'd be glad that she hadn't given up and that she was killing the creatures that she was sure had taken his life. Either way, she wasn't going to change, wasn't going to stop. Not unless there was some huge pressing reason that forced her to stop, anyway.
According to the schedule it was time for her to be at the martial arts studio now, though. Mornings were spent mainly at the yoga studio, afternoons and some evenings were spent at Wolfpack, actually. The name was more than just a little ironic. That had been part of the reason that Kiera had chosen to pursue a position instructing there. She thought the name was funny. The yoga she chose to continue with partially because habit and partially because she still felt it was good for her. Anyway, she had her schedule set up specifically and she liked to be on time. In fact, for Kiera on time meant early. It was very seldom that she was ever late. This was not one of those times.
The woman didn't hesitate getting out of her car and heading toward the building. She was dressed in a pair of jeans, a dark dulled red t-shirt, and a grey hoodie over it. The large tote bag that she carried on her shoulder had on the gear that she'd be changing into and some of the other items that were considered necessities for her day-to-day activities. She had also thrown her keys in there, actually. Her hair was down and mostly straight today. She didn't bother to push it out of her way as some of it fell into her face, rather she focused, pulling the entrance door open and walking inside confidently. It wasn't until she was inside that she pushed the hair out of the way, silently, her eyes taking in the activity of the front desk. The receptionist that they had was on the telephone. If Kiera had to guess with who she'd say a potential student, a current student, or an instructor. The girl knew better than to make personal calls during work.
While the receptionist was otherwise occupied, Kiera decided to take a moment to take care of her hair. Walking to one of the chairs in the area, she sat her bag down and quickly pulled out a hair tie. She made quick work of pulling her hair up into a ponytail. Now, she just needed to wait for the girl to finish. She needed to know if her classes, as of the moment, were going to be missing any students. She wasn't in any particular hurry to get back and change just yet, mostly due to the fact that she was plenty early. Hazel eyes scanned the rest of the room, noting students, and parents that she could only assume were in classes other than her own. A polite smile pulled at her mouth and she nodded to a few people, picking her bag up and putting the straps onto her shoulder as she settled against the wall patiently.