“I’ve been told that, okay? It was a poor choice of words.”

What group do you belong to?

“Shadowhunter....”

the blade cuts through the air, a smooth sleek arc made of metal. It feels wrong. her stance is strong and unwavering, grip firm and to any shadowhunter she’d look perfect- but the blade’s weight is wrong in her hands; the handle is too thick, the arc too wide. everything is just wrong. ophelia frowns, driving the blade through the air once more before returning it to the rack. she’s been through all the weapons the institute owns- they’ll do on a mission ,but they just don’t feel right. she’s too much of a perfectionist.

“Excuse me,” Kira said, approaching the other. “It’s my first day in this Institute, would you mind giving me a short tour? Sir Arthur Rosedale assigned somebody to do this, but they didn’t show up.”

there was a lot of moving today. after the attack on the institute, the clave has ordered more shipments for weapons and equipment for the london institute. peter was mostly in charge of keeping check of the weapons being shipped in his demon blood makes him feels an immense amount of pain when he touches anything electrum, and he doesn’t want to be exposed as a demon blooded shadowhunter just yet, and you can bet that the iron sisters threw in some electrum weapons in there, hence why he’s asked to only do inventory for this one. peter guided the group of nephilim towards the armory where the weapons are being stored. “yeah, those go in there,” he said as he walked in the room, helping the other nephilim organize the weapons particularly avoiding the electrum laced ones though. he then looked at the tablet that was given to him for inventory when they finished and left. “yeah?” peter said as he heard the other walk in the armory, not bothering to turn around nor look up from the tablet.

Eliza had been put on the intake crew, which was a thankless job but a necessary job.  At the end of the most recent shipment.  She, however, had noticed that Peter was doing more supervising then not so she cracked a teasing smile, “You do know how to make supervising look hard.” She teased leaning up against the armory table.

I should stop hanging out at the institute, but I swear, I don’t know what group has the hottest girls. Werewolves or Shadowhunters. 

“Thanks, I think?” Eliza commented unsure how to exactly respond to this.

I just want to be an orphan right now….or drunk. I’ll take drunk first, wishing murder is kind of….dark, right?

“ is this really all london has to offer now, ” he sighed, bored with what had welcomed him upon arrival. “ it used to be so much more fun, ” he was currently wandering the institute halls.

There was a time when Kiran would never be found sitting on the front steps of the Institute. Those days for now were long gone. It seemed all her usual hiding places were taken by the Institute’s new habitats. What took her months to find has only taken days for other people to confiscate. This left her with only the front steps to take refuge on. The problem with that was anyone could find and join her. “I’m really starting to hate this place.”