Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2014 6:10:26 GMT -5
Incredible. The rich were just scum. They thought they could buy a person. Well Helley wasn't that sort of person. She would steal and she would kill before she brought herself to that sort of level. It caused the wolf inside to stir. If it could come out now, it would and Helley would let it do its thing.
It had been a two days since she'd buried her mother. She'd been caught out on the full moon by a hunter. Shot through the heart with a silver bullet. There were also a few other shots fired into her mother's torso but the heart one had been the one to kill her. Helley had been enraged. She had been ferocious when she'd found out the news. Aridorn had paid for her to take the trip back to the UK through sheer fear of what she could and would do around their staff and students. Helley was so much angrier than she had ever been before and yet there was more insult to injury just two days later in the form of her mother's clients.
It was no secret to Helley what her mother had been up to in order to put her through uni. Helley was going to do her job as daughter and eventually look after her mother but to do that she needed the best education and to pay for that education her mother quite literally sold her body to men. Some for an hour, others for a night, a few even liked her leading up to the full moon. She was paid a lot of money per client and had always lead Helley to believe they were barely scraping by. Well Helley had now learnt the truth. She'd found out how much her mother had been charging those perverts and how much she kept herself, but the money wasn't what Helley cared about. She was always glad to never live on the streets but to never have grown up as a spoilt little rich cow like that Alexandria but to hide so much of it? To never let Helley have any fun that would have involved money? Helley couldn't believe it, and still, finding out about her mother's finances through some lawyer wasn't the worst part of her week.
Two hours ago Helley had been in the Leaky Cauldron. Sat brooding and drinking in a dark corner she went unnoticed by the majority of the world. One man, dressed in black came up to her on behalf of a 'client' of his, offering her so much money if she did what her mother did for his client. Helley had never received offer's before, her mother had always made sure she'd stayed out of it. Helley had always thought it was out of some kind of affection but now she believed it more to be about the money, hiding the amount she'd gotten. She'd told Helley she could barely afford her school books, bought her second hand things for years and it turned out her mother could have owned a fucking mansion.
Helley tapped her foot against the side of the table as the so called gentleman spoke on behalf of his client, expressing his condolences and allowing her to start whenever she was ready. The conversation turned heated and Helley had pushed the man against the nearest wall after she'd thrown herself over the table and used her agility to her advantage, staying stood and grabbing the scruff of the mans collar in one go. Her movements were smooth and seemed to take no effort. She was much stronger than she looked and the heart from her body was higher than the insignificant mortal whose life she could have ended with one strong snap of her jaw.
After that things got quiet. She left the Leaky on her own grounds and hit the streets of London. Ever since just walking, head down, stewing in all the things she didn't know, didn't want to know and certainly didn't want to do. She thought about Aridorn. Would she return? She didn't have to. She could learn a trade in the UK or any other part of the world that she wanted. Helley dodged the people that walked past until her anger hit an all time high. Her mother had been lying and now she was dead. She had money she had no idea what to do with. She was fucking asked to be a prostitute for some sick fuck into werewolves. She was positively fearsome to herself. She had no idea what she would do but one thing was for certain, she wanted a fight. She was full of aggression and the next person that walked past a little too close she wasn't going to avoid. She was going walk into them. Shoulder to shoulder contact as hard as she could and she prayed that they wanted to fight back but so far all she came across on the somewhat busy street were people watching their steps and avoiding her like the plague.
It had been a two days since she'd buried her mother. She'd been caught out on the full moon by a hunter. Shot through the heart with a silver bullet. There were also a few other shots fired into her mother's torso but the heart one had been the one to kill her. Helley had been enraged. She had been ferocious when she'd found out the news. Aridorn had paid for her to take the trip back to the UK through sheer fear of what she could and would do around their staff and students. Helley was so much angrier than she had ever been before and yet there was more insult to injury just two days later in the form of her mother's clients.
It was no secret to Helley what her mother had been up to in order to put her through uni. Helley was going to do her job as daughter and eventually look after her mother but to do that she needed the best education and to pay for that education her mother quite literally sold her body to men. Some for an hour, others for a night, a few even liked her leading up to the full moon. She was paid a lot of money per client and had always lead Helley to believe they were barely scraping by. Well Helley had now learnt the truth. She'd found out how much her mother had been charging those perverts and how much she kept herself, but the money wasn't what Helley cared about. She was always glad to never live on the streets but to never have grown up as a spoilt little rich cow like that Alexandria but to hide so much of it? To never let Helley have any fun that would have involved money? Helley couldn't believe it, and still, finding out about her mother's finances through some lawyer wasn't the worst part of her week.
Two hours ago Helley had been in the Leaky Cauldron. Sat brooding and drinking in a dark corner she went unnoticed by the majority of the world. One man, dressed in black came up to her on behalf of a 'client' of his, offering her so much money if she did what her mother did for his client. Helley had never received offer's before, her mother had always made sure she'd stayed out of it. Helley had always thought it was out of some kind of affection but now she believed it more to be about the money, hiding the amount she'd gotten. She'd told Helley she could barely afford her school books, bought her second hand things for years and it turned out her mother could have owned a fucking mansion.
Helley tapped her foot against the side of the table as the so called gentleman spoke on behalf of his client, expressing his condolences and allowing her to start whenever she was ready. The conversation turned heated and Helley had pushed the man against the nearest wall after she'd thrown herself over the table and used her agility to her advantage, staying stood and grabbing the scruff of the mans collar in one go. Her movements were smooth and seemed to take no effort. She was much stronger than she looked and the heart from her body was higher than the insignificant mortal whose life she could have ended with one strong snap of her jaw.
After that things got quiet. She left the Leaky on her own grounds and hit the streets of London. Ever since just walking, head down, stewing in all the things she didn't know, didn't want to know and certainly didn't want to do. She thought about Aridorn. Would she return? She didn't have to. She could learn a trade in the UK or any other part of the world that she wanted. Helley dodged the people that walked past until her anger hit an all time high. Her mother had been lying and now she was dead. She had money she had no idea what to do with. She was fucking asked to be a prostitute for some sick fuck into werewolves. She was positively fearsome to herself. She had no idea what she would do but one thing was for certain, she wanted a fight. She was full of aggression and the next person that walked past a little too close she wasn't going to avoid. She was going walk into them. Shoulder to shoulder contact as hard as she could and she prayed that they wanted to fight back but so far all she came across on the somewhat busy street were people watching their steps and avoiding her like the plague.
T A G ;; niklaus luka alvang
N O T E S ;; So I killed her mum so we could do this! I figured Nik could just walk past and they'd pick up one another's scents. She's not wearing much despite it still being cold at night in London but she's a wolfy, she runs hot. But if you wanted them to actually bump into one another then she's probably not going to be as nice as just passing by and being curious!
R A G S ;; Helly II
O T H E R S ;; Hair and make-up