Shirese yawned, almost asleep from the boredom. What was the point with this meeting? She got in this for the promise of violence, blood, for the faint memory of long completed missions - not to stand around insulting people. Her hazel orbs swivled upwards, a sigh excaping her lips. Everyone else seemed so concerned with why they were doing this; it mattered not to her, as long as she could kill once again.
Her eyes drifted closed, although her hands gripped her weapons as tight as ever. She could have spent the past half hour out, shooting at people from the roof, half hoping she'd see someone there, the other half telling herself she'd shoot them if she did.
But no, she had to go and join a coven.
