The raven haired half reaper gave a devilish grin as the full reaper she had been fighting with to gain access into the Dispatch finally fell to the ground from his injuries. The young reaper whimpered in pain as he hit the ground, just about able to brace his weight on his hands as to hit his head on the way down. Finding it amusing how the reaper looked so weak as his arms buckled to hold himself up, blood dripping from his mouth, Robyn gave a sadistic chuckle before wiping some blood from her own lip.
"Shinigami..." She chuckled, wiping the blood of her pair or knives she had stolen from the Dispatch when she had first left there. "Such weaklings..." The pscycotic half demon taunted, giving a flick of her hand. "Lucky for me i'm only half of your blood...thankfully I have the dominant demon half on the other side, eh Knoxie~?" The blond reaper glared up at her, a look of hatred on his features. To think, this demented girl used to be one of them, working at the Dispatch just like any other reaper, but somehow, something snapped in her and she suddenly turned against them, deciding to go onto the side of the demon. Seeing Ronald glare up at her, the raven haired psycho gave a roll of her eyes, smirking.
"Well then..." She announced, stepping over the blonde to get down the hallway. "I shall be going now, Knoxie.." Before making her way down the hallway, she turned back to Ronald and winked at him, puckering her lips. "But it has been fun..." With that, she turned and ran down the corridors, sending her usual demented laugh echoing down the halls.
Robyn managed to keep herself hidden from sight as she made her way down the halls, ducking in the shadows behind walls if any reapers appeared in the hallway. She saw her dark green cape as advantage since it has a huge hood, perfect for hiding her face in it's shadow. Lucky for the psychopathic half reaper, there weren't many people around the Dispatch at this time, they were all out on reapings, so it was a pretty easy job for her to sneak her way to her old office to pick up a few things she left behind. Even though the she came here was to fetch some information for her boss, Harrison, she still saw this as an opportune time, to make a quick stop there too.
As she arrived at her old office, she quickly took a look around too see if the coast was clear before pulling out one of her knives from the holster around her waist and used it to pick the lock on the door. After a few seconds of waiting, she finally heard the click of the latch and turned the handle, opening the door. At seeing the the door open, she gave a satisfied smirk and slipped into the room, closing the door behind her. Pulling her hood off her face, Blackmore turned around to look at the old room she used to call her office and almost instantly felt a shiver of disgust as the memories of her torturous reaper days came back to her. Unsurprisingly, the room had been left as it was, most probably because Spears kept the room locked ever since she left just incase someone found it. Just like before she left, the walls were covered in writing, all words of hateful and vicous meaning aimed at the Dispatch and everyone who worked in it. The most common sentence on the walls was 'Shinigami scum', but the word 'Rebellion' seemed to be frequently used aswell. She remembered writing all those words on the walls as the months went by, signalling her drift toward the side of the demon...
The completely furious and hurt raven girl stormed into her office, slamming the door hard behind her before slumping into her chair with a scream of anger. Not long after that she felt tears forming in her eyes, resting her head on her folded arms that lay on the desk, she started to sob, tears running down her cheeks and onto the desk.
"I tried my best! I really did!" She sniveled, looking from the desk and wiping her eyes. "But thats not good enough either!" The raven haired girl snarled and got to her feet, strolling around the room in frustration, a slight look of insanity appearing on her features. She gave a nother growl in temper and grabbed a knife, tossing at a picture of William T Spears on the wall. "What do you expect me to do?!" She exclaimed, glaring at the photo. Realizing that she was yelling at a photo, Robyn gave an aggravated groan and ran a hand through her long black hair. At that moment, looked around and stared at the blank walls with sigh before an idea popped into her head, making her grin fiendishly. She grabbed a pot of green paint she had bought to paint the walls with dipping her finger inside the liquid to begin writing things on the wall. The first sentence that popped into her head was the one she wrote first. And that sentence was 'No more little reaper Blackmore'...