Screw your Destiny Bullsh*t!

[Reese Briggs]

The past couple weeks since the seventeen year old Reese Briggs' incarceration had been far from ideal, as beyond the fact that she’d been sent to a juvenile detation center instead of the wing of Youth Corrections at the State Prison for females and lost the protection of those affiliated to her Uncle Clay's motorcycle club also serving time on the inside, she found herself also having to contend with some of his rivals looking to send him a message by messing with her. After no less than five fights in her first days of being an inmate, three of which she’d not even seen coming and had her ass kicked quite a bit before wising up enough to hold her own by the time that her fourth and fifth opponents in the gang-up game had jumped into the fray, she’d been booted into solitary confinement allegedly for her own protection, though she was pretty sure it was for the others involved, given her bizarre levels of strength, agility and eager willingness to cause chaos wherever she could. The fact that she now had a reputation of being able to fight well when she wasnt just being blindsided by a few at a time.

It was equal parts a blessing and a curse for her, as while she was indeed as protected as having thick concrete walls surrounding her on all sides allowed, the girl with the recently shaved head was bored to literal tears stuck in here, left with little to do but muse over the injustices of her life. Though with how shitty it had been even early on when she was a small child, Reese actually sort of saw her imprisonment as at least better than if she'd been left to her birth parents.

So caught up in her thoughts, Reese almost didn’t even notice the metal door beyond the bars of her cell begin to open until it made a slight grinding noise at the moment it cleared the frame. Turning her head so that her gaze fell upon the now open barrier, she caught sight of a man in a business suit standing there before panicking slightly at how out of place he looked and shooting to her feet with widening eyes, thinking maybe this was like a government offical, she'd seen Nikita a bit after all and she did seem to have powers that it wouldn't shock her to find out they were interested in..

“Who the hell are you?” Reese demands with as much bravado as she could muster. "What the fuck do you want?"

[Akio Reed]

Looking at the young woman behind the bars Akio had no doubt the Councils suspicions were correct. There was an air about her. Something that he, as a Watcher, had been trained to pick up on. Though he did not care much for the language he let it slide for the time being. Turning his head to speak to the uniformed guard standing near the open door. “A moment please.”

Surely leaving a visitor alone with an inmate was against policy, especially when dealing with someone in solitary. But the Council had ways to get around such procedures when the need called for it. So without complaint the guard stepped out into the hall sliding the metal door back shut now leaving Akio and Reese alone. “My name is Akio Reed. But what’s more important is who you are.”

Moving closer to the bars he brought up a folder and began thumbing through its contents. “Reese Briggs. Born in Detroit. 1990. You’ve gained a lengthy record in your 17 years. ” The flip of papers as he moved from one to another although he already read through them at length prior to his arrival. “Assault, battery, robbery…quite the fighter.” He flipped the folder closed. “But you’re fighting the wrong opponent.” His eyes settled on the young woman behind the bars. “Tell me Reese. What do you know about vampires?” He was curious. Did Reese have any idea of the supernatural world around her? Did she have any idea of her true calling?

[Reese Briggs]

As Reese stood on the prisoner side of the barred wall, her expression turned from a look of bravado to one of cold defiance as she spotted the normal guard standing a bit behind the still as-yet unknown Asian man in the suit. Then oddly, the man that she is starting to think is her new court appointed lawyer or something, turned to face him as well for a moment before requesting he leave and to her mild surprise, the guard complies and disappears from view after shutting the door to the outer room connection to the corridor that led through solitary confinement.

“Oh? Good for you.” Reese snarked out in response to the man’s introducing of himself to her as Akio Reed, and gave a disinterested shrug as he continued on to list off her name and go what appeared to be her arrest file. Her eyes would widen a slight bit at having the details read to her aloud, and a flashback of her most recent sentencing flew to the forefront of her mind. “Yeah, yeah, I know my record dude, just get on with whatever it is you came here for.”

It was probably good that she wasn’t drinking what available water she had in the bottle atop her bunk, as Reese would have likely spit it out as she gaze got almost comically wide after being told she was fighting the wrong people and the man asking her what she knew about vampires.

“I hear they suck…” she mumbles out, suddenly thrown by the question and the implication that the Asian man might actually be crazier than she was herself. Taking a step backward, she crossed her arms across her chest in a semi-defensive manner before speaking again, obviously spooked by the tone she uses now. “If you plan to try and bite me or something I swear I will gouge out your eyes…”

[Akio Reed]

“I hear they suck…” A small sigh escaped. “That they do.” Akio replied turning his attention back to the folder for a moment. Seems miss Reese was rather lacking in knowledge of the supernatural. That could slow things down a bit as he would have to convince her that he was telling the truth. But he was more than ready to meet the challenge. “I have no intentions of biting you. I do however, intend to take you out of here.”

He pulled a sheet of paper from the folder. On it was a picture of a vampire in full vamp face. Forehead wrinkled, lips pulled back to show pointed fangs, soulless yellow eyes gleaming will evil, a hapless victim in his clutches. “Vampires are very real.” He slipped the picture through the bars so Reese could take it. He hoped that if she examined the image it may stir some recognition within her. Call to the Slayer instinct inside. “There are a chosen few destined to fight these creatures. I, as well as my associates, believe you are one of these chosen ones. You are a Slayer.”

[Reese Briggs]

Even as the Asian man assures her that he posed no threat to her and even promise that he was gonna get her out of this hellhole, Reese maintained her defiant, mildly hostile posture and look and kept her arms crossed over her chest for several moments even past the sound of the paper crinkling as he held it out to her through the bars. The nonsense this whack-job was spewing…

Finally Reese shook her head and moved forward slightly, just enough to allow her to be within reach before her hand shot out in a flash and snatched the picture from the man. She took a couple steps backward with the paper clutched tight in her hand, ensuring she was far back enough before holding the macabre image up before her.

It certainly didn’t look as if the girl in the picture was having any sort of fun in the situation going on at the time this was taken, and briefly Reese wonders what kind of asshole the photographer of the piece must be to have not even tried to help the female in obvious distress. She didn’t want to believe what the man spoke of, but somehow it sort-of fit as a way to explain why she was so strong the past few years, and also the horrific nightmares that she’d been oft plagued by since then as well. It would also explain a few odd things that she’d seen over the years, strange shit down on the streets.

Her tough girl persona slips just a little as her eyes flicker up to the man as he finishes speaking, the implication that she wasn’t the only one in the world that this odd… empowering, had happened to.

“Chosen Ones? I.. I’m not alone, or a freak of nature?” She questions, still sounding doubtful.

[Akio Reed]

Akio did not flinch as the young woman snatched the photo from his hand. She was quick, there was no doubt about that. Hopefully it wasn’t to late to steer her down the right path where she belonged. He had read all about the Slayer named Faith, the troubles she had gotten into. So he knew it was possible for a  Slayer to be misled and the damage that could be done if they were.

He studied Reese’s face intently while she looked at the image. Did he detect something there? Some stirring of recognition? Perhaps.
-I’m not alone, or a freak of nature?-

He gave a slight shake of his head. “No. There was a time when the Slayer was alone. A single being against the darkness. But…” He gave a glance to his watch. “That history lesson will have to wait for another day.” Indeed there was much for Reese to learn but there would be time for lessons later. That was if she accepted his offer. “For now I have a proposal for you. Come with me to the Slayer Academy. Accept me as your Watcher and I will teach you everything you need to know.” His eyes left her for a moment to move along the bars of the cell. "You may stay here if you prefer. But I fear your true potential will be wasted if you choose to continue like this."

[Reese Briggs]

Reese blinked a couple times as the Asian suit spoke again, starting to give more information only to stop short and tell her that it was a story for some other time. She wasn’t quite enthused with that but gave a reluctant nod with the awareness that he held all the cards in this, and if he was to be believed, her early release from Juvie if she was to go along with the offer he was posing. Then she let out a bark of laughter at the other option he makes of her choosing to remain behind bars.

“Hmmm stay here in a place that I only got myself tossed into on purpose to escape the grabby hands of my ex-foster father or go off and learn to fight vampires in probably far better accommodations. Really, it’s a tough call.” Reese snarks out as she holds out the photo for Akio to retake, intending to grab ahold of his hand when he did, and ensure her own conditions as soon as she had.

“Say I do come along to this academy, what do I get out of it?” Reese asks as she ensnares his hand through the bars the moment he reaches to take the photo. “I ain’t interested in being used for your leisure or anything so it better not be like that, and I’m not interested in any kind of organization anything like that shit from that show Nikita…”

She’d more or less already made up her mind to go either way, about any place else was better than rotting in here.

[Akio Reed]

Akio was curious to hear of her stint in foster care. Of course from her records he knew she was in said system and had a knack for acting out, but the records lacked in detail on what caused her behavior. Hearing that her foster parents were the hands on type may warrant more investigation. He made a mental note to look further into this later, once he had Reese settled at the Academy.

~Really, it’s a tough call~ “Indeed.” The watcher replied simply reaching back in for the photo. He had to admit he was bit surprised when she grabbed his hand but he did not let it show. Choosing instead to hold an air of calm, to stand there and look at her intently, making no attempt to pull his hand away yet though he was more than capable of doing so.

“I am not familiar with Nikita.” No, Akio was far too busy with his duties to indulge in such a trivial thing as television. “Well you will receive a room in our dormitory, as well as proper training, and education.” That intent gaze remained, a slightly authoritative tone stuck his voice. “Now if I may have my hand back…”

[Reese Briggs]

Reese continued to keep her grip tight around the man’s wrist as she listened to him speak in reply to her demands, confident in her ability to hold on until he gave assent to her demands. Then as he finished and requested she release him, the young woman gave one last glaring look as she gave a brief squeeze that he was certain to feel and complied, before stepping back out of reach again on the chance he might try to retaliate.

He doesn’t and the room fell into a short, perhaps mildly awkward silence between them, and Reese’s arms return to cross across her chest once again.

“So when do I get sprung then?” She says, finally relaxing ever so slightly even if it didn’t really show upon the face of the hardened teenager. “Hopefully soon, the food here kinda sucks and they won't let me have cigarettes…”