(Hymn.)

((Yeah Wolfie saw that the first time. But it makes no f*#$ing sense. A Hymn is a religious song found in a Hymnal, a book full of religious songs. Why would she need to repair a song?))

(Look, anyway, we need to fix our previous posts. Got a note from the admin about this, and were not supposed to write about rape. Need to change it )

((Wolfie knows, she got the message, too. We'll change it so that it doesn't say so, but that's the backstory. Wolfie will tag you when she's finished.))

(Ok, thanks. Oh, by the by, basically means 'Virginity'. Probably gonna get a bit of crap for that, but I need to clarify it one way or another. Also, it's your turn to post.)

((Ah, okay. But you know that that can't be restored. The body can be fixed, but it doesn't change the fact of what happened. It's really more of a mindset than a physical thing.))

(Technically it does, but that's neither here, nor there. Science is a wonderful thing. Okay, going to drop this before it turns into an argument. Also, still your turn. I posted after that.)

((Mhm. Sure. Says the male who will never know.))

(Okay, shut up. Tired of people saying that. Im here trying to keep a fight from happening and you're antagonising)

"Not that it matters much, but in my eyes, it does."he said.

((Nag. Nagnagnagnagnagnagnag. Poke. Nag. Antagonize. Poke. Poke, nag.))

Vixen's eyes narrowed. "Don't argue with me. With everything that's happened tonight, I'm hardly in the mood." She said. "It's not like you'll ever understand. It's a mindset, the way I was raised. You can't change how I feel."

"The past doesn't define who we are. It just gives us the starting point for who were going to turn out to be"he said. "Look, just go to Doc, alright?"

The Clinic was guarded by two Nephilim, obviously keeping the place from being shook-down. The Clerk saw you, and ushered you forward, obviously having gotten a call from the boss. She gave you a room : Number 20.

Name : Isabelle Castille
Age : 26
Weapons : A 9mm Side-Arm, and a Stun-gun.
Bio : Isballe had it hard, growing up in a world of disorder, just after years of peace. Her mother was forced into prostitution, her dad was killed in a gun-fight, and she was forced to work since 16. The only person that kept her stable, was her brother.

However, that too, was taken from her.

Six years ago, Her brother was assassinated by a hit-man(hit-woman?) of the irish mob. She doesn't know who, or why, but she's dedicated her life to destroying the Irish mob, using poison, seduction, or just in plain murder. She's been known as 'Kite' to those in the Irish mob.
Pic : http://i592.photobucket.com/albums/t...allymew3-2.jpg

Isabelle didn't look up from her papers. "Just please, sit down, so we can begin. "she said, too busy to know who she was talking too.

((Oh, now Wolfie sees why you wanted to introduce her. Tension much?))

Vixen walked in and sat down as she was told. As soon as she got a look at the woman, her face turned white as a sheet. She looked like she had seen a ghost. Shit...Joseph, I'm going to kill you...you did this on purpose you bastard...

Isabelle looked at her, her face as blank as a slip of paper. She then laid her down. "You know who I am. Your face is an open-book. "She said, pulling out a file. " Siobhan Brennan, Alias 'Vixen'. Daughter of one of our former Agents, and of the Local Crime-lord. "she said, opening the file. "Joseph knew we'd be forced to meet eventually, so he pushed with this. Clever bastard. "She said, closing her file. "I mean you no harm......yet. I do, however, have a request of you. "She said, hooking up a machine.

(eh? Eh? )

((You sneaky bastard.))

Regaining her composure, Vixen did as she was instructed and laid down. "And what is your request? Keep in mind that there are some things I can't do." She said. Memories flashed through her mind, almost drowning her in anguish, but she controlled herself. She would let nothing else slip to this woman.

(Wuff wuff.)

"I want a name, the name of the person tha killed my brother."she said. "Name. Current location, and everything else."he said.

Joseph walked in. "Sio, I need you to- What the hell?!" He ran up, and knocked the pistol out of her hand. "What the hell are you doing?!"he asked her.

"Killing the bitch that killed my brother!" She said, reaching for her pistol.

Joseph stepped on it. "There's a time for this later. Right now, I need someone that can complete her personal operation, and I need her outside soon. "He said.

Kite looked at him, then at Vixen, with a hatred that made Hell itself look Tepid. She then walked out, Sending a different Doctor in.

Joseph sat down in a chair. "Jesus......you have a way of making friends, and making my life harder, don't you?"he asked.

Joseph pulled his pistol out, and slapped her with it. "I didn't know you were the one that killed her brother, you pious bitch. If you didn't notice, I was shocked when I saw what had happened. While I am glad you did the right thing, learn to think before you speak, you over-eager twit.....Jesus, and they call you the best the irish mob has to offer. Killing them off will be nothing. "he said, and undid her bindings. He took her weapons, and put them in a bag, and started to walk out. "Meet me at the place I mentioned earlier, if you still have the brains to do that. "he said.