Merely a child, a girl, having no more family left, ever since she can remember she was raised by a priest in Italy in a convent atmosphere, though she was a witch and only 15 the priest had to take her in. Today she stood in front of an office building, staring up at the sign; STN-J Headquarters.
~Well I guess here goes nothing.~ she thought to herself as she walked up to the gate.
"I'm here to see Amon," the girl explained to the man that intercepted visitors and packages.
"I'll let him know you're here," the man putting the paper down and picking the phone up and calling the office,
"Yes, Amon has a visitor…okay, I'll tell her," the man hanging up, the man opened the gate and led her inside the building,
"He's in a meeting right now, you can sit here and wait if you like, the bathroom is down that hall to the left if you need to use it while you wait," the man walking away.
"Thank you," the girl sat down to begin the long wait, dressed in a long black convent dress and a dark brown trench coat, standing 6 ft tall, skinny, with a necklace hanging from her neck that was used for protection with a silver medieval cross wrapped around a blood red jewel on the end of her necklace, her eyes were green like two flawed emeralds, and her hair put up in a handlebar style wrapped with purple ribbons, her face was covered with her long bangs and some strands of hair hung out of the handlebar wad of hair that stuck out either side of her head. She sat there and waited quietly with her hands in her lap. Meanwhile, in the office,
"Amon, the replacement should be arriving today, Solomon thinks we need another craft user for a hunter, she will be your replacement partner," the boss explained, Amon felt a growl deep in his chest, but he held it in as he looked out at the view of the city from the boss' office.
"That's all for now," the boss motioning him out,
"Yes sir," Amon leaving. Amon walked to the elevator and got in and pushed 1 for the first floor and the doors shut, the girl was walking back from the bathroom, when the elevator doors opened Amon walked out, he noticed the young woman dressed in black as they passed each other in the hall. She somberly walked past him taking in his features, his black hair extending down a little past his shoulders, his eyes small and dark down almost black, he looked like he was upset about something, a little shag on each side of his face underneath his long hair, standing a little taller than her, his built was rather large, she turned around and stared at him, he just kept walking down to the office where the team was assembled and worked in.
~That man, so dark, so alone, and those eyes, is he Death? He can't be, there's something that he is hiding behind those eyes, secrets, and that body, he is taller than I am, whoa, Robin get hold of yourself.~ Robin feeling the breath leaving her chest. She walked back up to the gate,
"Is Amon available now?" Robin quietly,
"It seems as Amon has just left the building, if you want you can go across the street to Harry's I'm sure Amon will be back later," the man walking her out.
"Thank you," Robin walking silently over to Harry's.