Sin flicked her ponytail over her shoulder and gave him a nod of affirmation. “Yeah, but are you ready for the day? You look worse than a tooth fairy at a jello factory.” She replied fingering the white bandage slightly picking at the medical tape that held it on. “I mean it’s cool if you need a break for a day, you deserve it more than anyone I think.”
Today, she wore a pair of dark purple yoga pants, ratty well worn black chucks and a simple black tanktop. Her artistic tattoo’s looking like they needed some touching up, the ink starting to fade with age. Her blue eyes flicked around a little bit as she sucked in her bottom lip and bit down a little.
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So.. Sin might have broken a few protocol’s that night. Like, no magic outside of base or missions. No alcohol if she was going to perform magic or even better no use of enchanted weapons. But, hey what else was she supposed to do? A vampy had her by the neck her silver blade was all she had.
A hand came up to the sterile white bandage that took up half her neck. The old bastard nearly took out a good sized chunk of her stark white skin. Still she cracked her knuckles and did some warm ups before Clint arrived. Her iPod attached to her hip as she blasted some The Letter Black.The heavy rock beat always got her pumped for the day, like headbanging infront of the mirror before she went out to Slipknot.
A hand came up to the sterile white bandage that took up half her neck. The old bastard nearly took out a good sized chunk of her stark white skin. Still she cracked her knuckles and did some warm ups before Clint arrived. Her iPod attached to her hip as she blasted some The Letter Black.The heavy rock beat always got her pumped for the day, like headbanging infront of the mirror before she went out to Slipknot.
Just as Sin shut her bow case her reasonably “ancient” blackberry type cell phone vibrated in her pocket. Pulling out she gave it a little smile, it was from Barton:
See you tomorrow, going home.
Quickly she responded: See you later, feathers!
Her night had just begun she a little excited skip in her step she went to put her things away and decided to have a little fun off base. The first night out for her since she had gotten coerced into joining this god awful organization. A night of freedom from this place.
A chance to go see the city nightlife, preferably some underground nightlife.
See you tomorrow, going home.
Quickly she responded: See you later, feathers!
Her night had just begun she a little excited skip in her step she went to put her things away and decided to have a little fun off base. The first night out for her since she had gotten coerced into joining this god awful organization. A night of freedom from this place.
A chance to go see the city nightlife, preferably some underground nightlife.
Sin felt positively wound down as she pulled those few arrows she shot off from the targets. So she could replace the paper for the next shooter. Her thoughts wandered toward her new teacher/partner. He seemed better towards the end of their session, lighter of heart even. Maybe all he needed was a little way to relieve some stress himself, what better way than physical exercise?
She seemed to doze off for a second a pale hand with black nail polish partially wrapped round her last arrow before she yanked it out. The dead of night had fallen and the base was quiet at least on the gym floor and she was sure on the living floor as well. Lights were dimmed and shades drawn giving the white halls a very “cliche horror movie” feel.
Like Mothman was going to jump out around the corners or something. Sin scoffed, “Mothman’s got nothin’ on me...” she mused quietly to herself as she began taking the paper targets off the stands and replacing them with new.
She seemed to doze off for a second a pale hand with black nail polish partially wrapped round her last arrow before she yanked it out. The dead of night had fallen and the base was quiet at least on the gym floor and she was sure on the living floor as well. Lights were dimmed and shades drawn giving the white halls a very “cliche horror movie” feel.
Like Mothman was going to jump out around the corners or something. Sin scoffed, “Mothman’s got nothin’ on me...” she mused quietly to herself as she began taking the paper targets off the stands and replacing them with new.
“Oh.” She said. “Well, that’s good. It’s nice to know that you weren’t going to ask that... most people do.” The fair skinned female blushed a rosy red and shot him an embarrassed smile while she rubbed the back of her neck.
They trained long and hard while at the gym and Sin even sported a few new bruises that were certainly well earned on Clint’s part and once they parted ways for the evening Sin sneaked back out through the halls from her rooms on base and to the indoor firing range. The halls were dark thankfully and her footsteps light.
To wind down she decided to shoot her bow. The white rowan wood was enchanted so that it would never break and the horsehair string was the same. Pulling her bow and handmade leather quiver from her modern rugged plastic bow case she got herself ready her hair pulled back into a ponytail so it stayed out of her face as she slung the black quiver across her back, her arrows were a mixture of modern carbon fiber with Styrofoam feathers and others were hand crafted with either stone or bone tips with either black raven’s feathers or just some hawk feathers she had found some year or so back.
One breath... she took stance, two... she knocked and drew an arrow, and three... she let it fly straight into the bull’s eye. The familiar actions soothed her, though it strained one particular bruise between her shoulder blades where her back had hit the ground too hard from sparring with Clint earlier that day.
They trained long and hard while at the gym and Sin even sported a few new bruises that were certainly well earned on Clint’s part and once they parted ways for the evening Sin sneaked back out through the halls from her rooms on base and to the indoor firing range. The halls were dark thankfully and her footsteps light.
To wind down she decided to shoot her bow. The white rowan wood was enchanted so that it would never break and the horsehair string was the same. Pulling her bow and handmade leather quiver from her modern rugged plastic bow case she got herself ready her hair pulled back into a ponytail so it stayed out of her face as she slung the black quiver across her back, her arrows were a mixture of modern carbon fiber with Styrofoam feathers and others were hand crafted with either stone or bone tips with either black raven’s feathers or just some hawk feathers she had found some year or so back.
One breath... she took stance, two... she knocked and drew an arrow, and three... she let it fly straight into the bull’s eye. The familiar actions soothed her, though it strained one particular bruise between her shoulder blades where her back had hit the ground too hard from sparring with Clint earlier that day.
“I’ve stayed out of most people’s radar so don’t worry too much about it. Stealth is my thing, ya dig?”
“Oh yeah, I heard about that. I arrived just after. Well, coerced actually, but that’s old news. “ She shrugged a little bit making her hair shimmer in the light. “Before this comes up. I’m twenty-five and yes, I know I look a lot younger, but I swear I’m not.” she put her hands up in a submissive fashion.
Tucking her hair behind her ears she wrapped her arms around her stomach as they continued walking. “I’ve mastered many forms of martial arts, western and eastern swordplay...” she stopped, it would seem strange if she had too many skills, right?
“Oh yeah, I heard about that. I arrived just after. Well, coerced actually, but that’s old news. “ She shrugged a little bit making her hair shimmer in the light. “Before this comes up. I’m twenty-five and yes, I know I look a lot younger, but I swear I’m not.” she put her hands up in a submissive fashion.
Tucking her hair behind her ears she wrapped her arms around her stomach as they continued walking. “I’ve mastered many forms of martial arts, western and eastern swordplay...” she stopped, it would seem strange if she had too many skills, right?
Sin wasn’t entirely sure, them getting to know each other was the best of ideas, there was a reason she worked solo after all and it was something hard to keep a secret when you’re cooped up with someone else on a mission.
“I know.” Sin replied about Clint’s past partnership with Natasha. “I’ve been here for the last year in and half, it’s hard to not over hear somethings.”
She nodded though and motioned with a slender arm for him to lead towards the gyms. “Get to know each other...” she mirrored. “So, then, start talking. Tell me the things about yourself you want me to know.” She replied as they started walking.
“I know.” Sin replied about Clint’s past partnership with Natasha. “I’ve been here for the last year in and half, it’s hard to not over hear somethings.”
She nodded though and motioned with a slender arm for him to lead towards the gyms. “Get to know each other...” she mirrored. “So, then, start talking. Tell me the things about yourself you want me to know.” She replied as they started walking.
“Sinead Erainn.” She replied in a melodic like voice. Not offering her hand to shake or a polite smile. “Huntress.”
When it came to weapons the two were very much a like, Sin liked her bows as well, and though she was pretty handy with a gun she felt like they were far too loud. Her talent was stealth, preferring quieter up close or mid range weapons, like knives, drugs and needles. Not only that but she was skilled in hand to hand as well, but he didn’t know that yet.
SHIELD had sent her on plenty of solo ops before but this was suspicious why now have they decided to partner her up?
Her blue eyes scanned him up and down as she sized him up. One dark eyebrow arched upwards as if she were asking what he wanted to do next. She was supposed to follow his lead from now on anyway.
When it came to weapons the two were very much a like, Sin liked her bows as well, and though she was pretty handy with a gun she felt like they were far too loud. Her talent was stealth, preferring quieter up close or mid range weapons, like knives, drugs and needles. Not only that but she was skilled in hand to hand as well, but he didn’t know that yet.
SHIELD had sent her on plenty of solo ops before but this was suspicious why now have they decided to partner her up?
Her blue eyes scanned him up and down as she sized him up. One dark eyebrow arched upwards as if she were asking what he wanted to do next. She was supposed to follow his lead from now on anyway.
The woman that stepped around Fury was a tiny thing, child sized, the only thing that gave away her age was the womanly shape to her slender, tattooed form. Her glacial blue eyes seemed to pierce the soul, pale skin dusted with silver freckles over her shoulders. Long straight black hair fell to the dip in her waist and shone blue in the artificial lights.
She raised a delicate hand from her crossed arms in a little wave of hello and bit down on her lowerlip and shifted all her weight to one foot, making a leather clad hip jut out, black combat boots looked well worn, the black leather starting to grey with use, a black tanktop clung to her torso like a second skin.
“Sin’s never had a partner before Clint so take it easy on her.” Fury sated with his usual one eyed glare.
She raised a delicate hand from her crossed arms in a little wave of hello and bit down on her lowerlip and shifted all her weight to one foot, making a leather clad hip jut out, black combat boots looked well worn, the black leather starting to grey with use, a black tanktop clung to her torso like a second skin.
“Sin’s never had a partner before Clint so take it easy on her.” Fury sated with his usual one eyed glare.
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