Snippet #1802181

"Ah..um,my name is M-" The laugh from the lunatic boy had obviously distracted Angelique, causing Morrigan to immediately shut up. She was better off just blending into the wall in her opinion. Even though the Angelique girl seemed nice, she was sure that the other people in the room would be more interesting to the girl. Shrinking back slightly, she returned to her normal slouching position, her eyes almost permanently glued to the ground. "Just have to get through this",she murmured to herself, fingernails digging into her wristbands and her shoulders pulling in. Slowly, she began to walk into the weapons room, navigating through the use of the floor and the position of peoples feet. She managed to find a corner of the room that wasn't particularly near anyone. Folding her arms in front of her chest she allowed her ice blue orbs to move their attention from the stone floor up towards a small rack of knives. She didn't really mind weapons as long as they weren't needle based. The thought made her cringe as images of her mom putting down an animal that was on its last legs, the sad and pleading look in its eyes caused partly from the fear of death and the wanting to be released from the pain. Rubbing her eyes slightly, she forced back the slightly tingling sensation that signaled the onset of tears. No, she wouldn't cry. She was nineteen not seven. Focusing her vision back on the weapons, she began to unknowingly look for something.

At the very top of the rack sat a knife that seemed to be well used, the hilt made of an animal bone of some sort. Leather throngs wrapped around the base of the blade, helping to hold it in place. Reaching forward, she gently picked it up from its holder. Her large hand slowly wrapping around the base, it seemed to fit almost perfectly in her hand. She held it out and tested the weight, then, quick as lightning, she slashed forward. Her muscles moved smoothly, almost as if she had done this many a time before. A small gasp left her lips and she quickly dropped the blade. Her orb was tingling in the pocket of her shorts, almost as if it knew something that she did not. Something primal had tinged within her, like the feeling an animal has when it goes on a hunt."Th-that's strange",she stuttered under her breath. The dark haired girl hesitated slightly before bending down and picking the weapon up. There was definatley more to this past life thing then she thought.