Stone The Crows - 1x1 with Lunatickk987

[Inspector_Javert]

Stone The Crows

A Mortal Instruments Roleplay

Part one: http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=66&t=2336490&start=640

Recap

The first roleplay ended with Magdalena being abandoned by her adoptive father, The Inquisitor, and then her fleeing in sorrow, leaving the thought-to-be-dead Charlie lying alone in the institute. Charlie then proves that he is not as dead as it is first thought. The scene ends with Charlie leaving to start a new life and Magdalena crying to herself.

It was over.


And yet it had only just begun.

Intro

Do you not think that snow is a funny thing? It swirls and eddies like something alive. It is beautiful and magical. Yet it holds a power of its own that no one speaks of. It is strong and mystical and dangerous. It's frosty jaws are enough to freeze and kill. Enough to take away everything you have ever fought for.

A figure sat huddled in a dark doorway, a hood pulled up over his head in an attempt to keep the little heat he had to himself. His breath misted before him, the water droplets freezing almost instantly and disappearing amongst the flurries of snow that fell - covering the tracks he had left just hours ago.

The soft sound of footsteps in the snow caused him to look up, and his hood fell back slightly. Revealing a gaunt face, eyes sunken into his sockets and dulled from the cold and lack of food. His hair was matted and hung limp and loose around his head. It was obvious that at some point it had been a striking Raven-black, but not it was greyish and dirty. Like oil in the sea. Unable to see the person who had made the footsteps, he looked back down, staring bleary eyed at the black symbol on the back of his palm. The symbol that had faded, but had not gone away. The symbol that was still somehow giving him hope that his parabatai was still out there. Somewhere.

Charlie was alive. Reiven knew it.

He just didn't have the strength left to face it.

[natasha romanova.]

(You are wicked good at those)

Magdalena
I curled into the thin cloth surrounding me, my jacket and jeans were almost nothing against the cold that billowed in throughout the room. I had ended up staying in an abondoned hotel, sleeping in one of the rooms that had left the mattress. Earlier into autumn, when it was still, in fact, autumn, I had traded some food for the sad excuse for a blanket that I cuddled into. The only problem was, I was running low on food, I had only a few items from my last run about the block, not even enough to last two weeks. My stele wasn't of much help either, a few weeks earlier, I had been exploring the hotel for anything useful, and came back to find it gone. Not to mention the shadow hunters have passed through several times, no doubt to hurt me more than they've already done. The point is, I'm not going to last long, but I had nowhere else to go.

[Inspector_Javert]

((I want to be an author hahia, it kinda helps ))

Reiven
Think back to what had happened, the dark head shadowhunter shuddered. He'd heard the proceedings downstairs from the practice room in the attic. Yet he had been too scared to move.
Coward he conscience whispered to him. And it was true. He was a coward. He had hidden in the practice room too afraid to confront the demon that was possessing his parabatai. Too scared to even watch the proceedings.

And what good had it done him. He'd come down after the noise had subsided, only to see a figure leaving the room, and blood on the floor. He had an idea about what had happened, but what exactly it was, he had no idea. And now here he was, alone, in the cold. Without an institute. Or a family.

[natasha romanova.]

Magdalena
I jumped at the front door slamming of the large hotel, signaling that I wasn't alone anymore, I had to get moving anyway, get some blood pumping and my body moving... No matter how amazing sleep sounded right now. I gathered up my items, and tucked them all into the cloth-blanket, then tied it around my waist. Before long I was out of the room and onto the fire escape, descending several stories.

(You'll make an amazing author)

[Inspector_Javert]

((Thank you haha))

Reiven
Shadows.

Descending from high up.

He screwed up his eyes, trying to focus on the figure that was descending down the side of a building. The snow made it harder, but he could just about tell that it was a girl. But what was she doing out in the dark, in the cold?

[natasha romanova.]

Magdalena
When I reached the ground, I looked around wildly for a few moments, half in the shadow, half in the light.

[Inspector_Javert]

Reiven
A soft breath left his mouth as he realised who this figure was. Magdalena. She was alive. After all this time, she was alive and he was not the only one left alone to cope. Slowly, he got to his feet, wincing as icy pains shot up his legs from his virtually frozen feet.

"Magdalena"
He called, but his voice was hoarse from disuse and it barely carried a few inches throw the swirling snow. Coughing, he cleared his throat and tried again - this time with a much louder result

[natasha romanova.]

Magdalena
I whipped around searching for the source of the voice. When I saw him, I said, "How do you know that name?" My voice was almost as hoarse as his, and you could hear a slight waver in my voice as I spoke

[Inspector_Javert]

Reiven

"It's me"
He said softly, stepping closer, trying to make her understand who he was.

[natasha romanova.]

Magdalena
I blinked a few times, "R-Reiven?"