Break Time [Open]

[Snow Wilson]

"Alright, kids, make sure you follow me and what I do!"

[/size] Snow exclaimed as she began to skate around the rink and do a few semi-complicated moves on her skates. The children she were teaching followed after her, some of them doing the moves, some of them falling on their butts, but not before they got up and tried again. Snow had to admit, she liked the little tykes. They were stubborn and were relentless in getting these routines down. Most of them were pretty calm about it, unlike some of the older girls that Snow had to teach. Of course, those girls weren't exactly cut out for ice skating, they were just doing it because of a movie or a passing obsession. Either that, or they had been pushed in to it by their mother or father, which Snow always told parents of the younger kids that that wasn't going to be the best choice for the little ones. She always tried to tell them that it was best if the kids chose to ice skate instead of were forced to do it.

These were the things that Snow had learned while being an ice skate instructor at the rink. Of course, she had been doing it for almost a year now so, she figured she had learned quite a bit from being a lowly cashier to a skate instructor. She still could remember how that happened. She had been caught ice skating after hours by her boss (before the Zamboni would go out mind you), who at first reprimanded her, but then asked her if she wanted to be a skate instructor, which had shocked Snow. She readily agreed though seeing as she loved ice skating and had been doing so for quite some time. At one point in her life she had wanted to try and go pro, but then she realized that it would make her stress reliever, a big stressor and she didn't need that at all. Snow loved to ice skate because it made her relax, not because it made her want to lay down in her room at night and cry herself to sleep. No, that wasn't the way that she wanted to do things.

After a few more hours of helping the little children skate and train, it was time for their lesson to be over. Snow said good bye to the children and then headed into the little waiting room. There she slid off her skates, put on her slippers and took of her scarf. She sighed happily, glad to be back in the warmth as she took off her gloves and set them beside her scarf, which she set in the backroom on the table before she figured that some hot cocoa sounded pretty nice. So, she grabbed some money from her purse in the employee lounge and headed out to the hot chocolate/coffee maker machine that the rink had recently bought. She had to admit, she loved the investment. As Snow went to put her money in and press buttons, her arm and body accidentally collided with someone else's. Shocked and embarrassed, Snow blush heavily and turned to them. "I am so sorry!" She squeaked. She had no idea why she was being so nice, but, she was.[/blockquote]

[huntsgirl]

Two days ago Huntsgirl was given a mission. She was to scout for some new blood. A young girl named Snow Wilson who was the daughter of famous Slade Wilson also known as Deathstroke. Snow was instructing a skating class in a local rink. Angela had to time everything perfectly. While the skating lesson was going on, she snuck into the employee's lounge and waited for snow to finish up.

The class dismissed and Snow retreated to the lougne. While she was getting some hot chocolate Angela brushed past her. The woman apoligized and returned to her activities. Then when she wasn't expecting it Huntsgirl pulled out a hunting knife and tossed it towards Snow. She blade missed and hit the wall. It wasn't so much of an attack as it was a warning.

[Snow Wilson]

After Snow apologized to the women, she went back to her hot chocolate, making sure nothing spilled before a knife flew by her. Snow's eyes narrowed instinctively and she pulled the blade from the wall before twirling it between her fingers and looking at the woman. "Can I help you?" She asked. Her tone was no longer as chipper as it had been while the children, or as innocent as when she had apologized to the woman before her. In fact, her tone rivaled that of her grandfather's when she spoke. She didn't know who this woman was, or what she wanted with her, but she knew it wasn't to be her friend. Of course, what fool would ever think of trying to threaten the daughter of Ravager and the granddaughter of Deathstroke? Snow didn't know for sure, but she sure as hell wanted to find out. There was no way that this woman was going to get the best of her, or so Snow believed.

With the blades still in her hand, Snow waited for the woman's response, making sure that she was facing her. She wouldn't let this woman have her back. Although, she would be patient for the time being, but she wouldn't be the nicest woman on the planet if she took too long in answering her question. Snow doubted that she could trust her, but she'd try, she'd try and believe whatever she said. Of course, Snow didn't take kindly to being threatened, and yes, throwing a knife towards her dictated as being a threat in the eyes of the youngest Wilson. Of course, in the back of Snow's jeans was her Smith and Wesson. She never left home without it. Although, she made sure to keep it well camouflaged, but if the woman went for it, all hell would break loose and Snow would make sure that she knew that there was nothing good that would come of what happened after that. No one went towards Snow's gun. It had been her grandfather's once and now it was hers. She took excellent care of it and no one, and I mean no one had ever touched it aside from Snow (since she had it anyway) and she wasn't about to let it happen again.

[huntsgirl]

Snow waited patiently as Huntsgirl attempted to explaine herself. There was no real explination to this without pissing her off. I've come to try and turn you into a villain... no. How about Join the dark side? No that's a line from Star Wars. With a shrug Angela ran towards snow. Her mission was to test her skills and see if she was good enough to become part of the Injustice League. What better way to test then to have a real fight.

As Angela ran towards the woman she pushed off her right foot and headed towards the wall. Once her left foot made contact she flung herself behind Snow. Putting her hands out to cushion her fall angela turned from a dive to a summersault. Getting to her feet she reached to her second hunting knife straped to her ankle. Once she had retrieved it she unsheathed the weapon with her right hand. Making an uppercut motion with the blade in hand facing down she attempted to draw blood.

[Snow Wilson]

Snow watched her very carefully, making sure to take in every move that she could. She hoped that this wouldn't end the way that she thought it would. To be honest, there was nothing more...irritating than waiting for a woman to answer your question after she threw a damn knife in your face. She made sure to wait and seem patient. She wasn't sure who this woman was, or what she wanted, but she wanted to find out and apparently the woman didn't know how to answer her question because she remained quiet...quiet for far too long. It made her tense up and get ready. She had a feeling that this visit wasn't meant to be a friendly one and to be honest, a part of her didn't want it to be. She wanted to put her skills to the test and what better way to figure out if she needed to hone her skills a little better than to put them to the test. Snow gripped the knife a little tighter, but tried to relax, knowing that she was probably reading her body language.

Then, the woman ran towards her. Snow watched as she pushed off her right foot and headed towards the wall. She made sure to follow her, not allowing her to have her back. She watched as did a sort of diving somersault and landed behind her. Snow's eyes narrowed as she watched the woman grab another hunting knife from the strap on her ankle. She then made an upper cut motion and Snow stepped backwards several steps and made an upward slicing motion with one hand that held the knife while the other went for her Smith and Wesson .357. She pulled out the gun and held it in front of her, pointing it at the woman. She would shoot if she had to. Snow wasn't exactly afraid to kill someone, which scared her, but if this woman came for a fight, she would get one. Of course, Snow didn't exactly want to fight in her place of work. A growl escaped her lips as she looked at the woman. "What do you want?" She snarled.

[huntsgirl]

The plan to get behind her failed. Instead of Angela being able to get behind her and get the good uppercut to the spine which would disable movment for quite some time. Unfortuanlly Snow had dodged the uppercut and now had a gun pointed to Angela's head. Carefully, Angela stood up. The look in Snow's eye told her that she was ready to pull the trigger. Agela wasn't afraid of dying.

Angela slowly walked towards Snow. Using her free hand she took the gun and brought t up to her forehead. God I hope this works. She thought as her heart raced. "Go ahead pull the trigger. then you can take my spot among the league." Angela made her eyes speak in a soft tone. They were trying to coax her into pulling the trigger. She was hoping that this would confuse her and throw her off her game. Gripping the knife tghter she was ready for Snow to slip up. That way she could get the blade to her throat.

[Snow Wilson]

Snow continued to keep the snarl on her face as she held the gun to the woman's head. She watched as she stood up rather slowly. She made sure to keep her eyes on her, but on all of her. Snow had been trained excellently by her mother and grandfather and she wasn't about to die and make them ashamed of her. She wasn't about to let them think that her training had been a waste of their time and a waste of their energy. Snow wasn't one to waste things, including people (yet, anyway). To be honest, Snow had always felt in herself that killing someone was sometimes necessary, but she wasn't sure if she could physically do it and live with herself. What if they had a family? What if they had a child on the way? What if they were in love? What if this was someone's baby boy or girl? Could criminals even love? Those were the questions that ran through her mind every time she had thought about killing someone, but at this moment, none of that was even present. Snow felt she was ready.

Despite how the woman walked towards her and took the barrel of the gun and placed it on her forehead, Snow was unmoving and the snarl never left her face. She watched as her eyes seemed to soften as she spoke about how if she killed her she could take a spot in her...league or whatever it was. Snow eyed the knife in her hand, not having forgotten about it. She took a few steps back, making sure that the woman's hand left the barrel of her gun. She wasn't about to take any chances. "I don't give a damn about whatever League that you're with. I just want to know what you want with me and why you thought it would be okay to do so in a place full of children," she snapped. Now, normally, Snow probably would have fallen for the doe eyed girl when she looked at her, but...Snow wasn't about to let her guard down with her students out there. Now that she thought about it, they were probably wondering where she was. Her next class would start soon. "Whatever you wanted, you can forget about it. Threatening me isn't a good way for me to do what you want and neither is attacking me with children in the vicinity."

[huntsgirl]

Angela's eyes met with Snow's. She could tell that Snow was actually thinking about pulling the trigger. Thoughts were racing through her mind and it was obviouse that there was conflict in her actions. she wanted to pull the trigger but wasn't sure if she had it in her. She started to show emotion towards her prey and that's something that is not good when you are part of the Injustice League. but still other then that she was trianed well.

When Snow made her distance from Angela she started on a rant of questions and demands. angela simply cut into her rant to slowly applaude her. Stopping the applauading she began to talk. "Congrats. You passed my test." Looking at Snow she could see part of her mother in her and part of her grandfather. Her mother probably trained her not to kill... but we can change that. "Welcome to the Injustice League."

[Snow Wilson]

Deathstroke stood there, eyes narrowed at the young women before her. She had started to applaud her, cutting in to her questions. A snarl twitched at Snow's top lip, but she tried very hard to keep her temper down. Then, the female spoke, saying that she had passed her test. Snow's eyes narrowed further instead of raising an eyebrow to screw up her face of seriousness. She then said," Welcome to the Injustice League." Thoughts went through Snow's mind, but her eyes didn't show it. What in the hell was in Injustice League? And why had they wanted her tested? She grew very suspicious now. What if the woman had created this...Injustice League in her mind seconds before to prevent Snow from doing anything aside from wailing on her face with the butt of her .357? Or, worse, what if there really was an Injustice League? And why would they want her? The thoughts continued for a slight moment before Snow stopped them, still looking at the female before her, gun raised.

"That doesn't answer my question,"

[/size] snapped Snow. To be honest, Snow wanted to know who the hell this woman was. She didn't care who she was working for. She wanted to know what gave her the gall to attack Snow in the middle of her work shift. "Also, who ever said I wanted to join your little...Injustice League?" She asked, snarling slightly as she looked at the female. "I don't remember filling out an application for acceptance," she retorted, quite a bit of bite in her voice. Her gun was still raised at the woman's head, ready to pull the trigger if she felt that she wanted to escape. Of course, Snow would probably shoot her in the leg or in the foot. She wasn't quite sure, but she'd figure something out, of course. It wouldn't be too hard to do so, or so she imagined. Snow often knew that things that seemed to be easy, probably weren't and things that seemed to be hard, were even harder than you originally expected. It was a pain, but something that Snow had grown up with.[/blockquote]

[huntsgirl]

Snow was confused. She had no idea about the league or why they were intrested in her. Angela started to wonder if she even knew about her grandfather. Shaking off the feeling she decided to just give her some straight answers now. "I was sent here to scout you out. Members at the league are intrested in you and want you to be part of it. My name is Angela Blake. But you can call me Huntsgirl. Most of us members at the league are children of original members. We are basically the villains who fight the Justice League. Becasue of your family you were the best candidate. You passed but we do need to get rid of the conciouse of yours. that will only get in the way." Out reaching her hand shewas prepared to shake Snow's. "What do you say?"

[Snow Wilson]

Snow glared at the girl a moment, wondering why it was that she had wanted her to be a part of this Injustice League of hers. She had been raised (rather well) by her grandfather and mother and didn’t trust anyone or anything they said, well, most of the time. Sometimes if the person seemed sincere enough, she did, but other than that, she didn’t tend to trust anyone. It wasn’t in Snow’s programing so to speak. She knew that people were tricked rather easily by people that they thought they should trust. It would be almost too easy for this woman to try and be her friend now, but Snow didn’t move. In fact, her .357 stayed well in her hand, pointing at the young woman’s skull, just in case she thought it would be wise to jump at her. Snow didn’t think it was a good idea, but then again, Snow didn’t think it was a good idea for someone to throw a knife at someone else, or try to get in a fight with someone at a skating rink where people and children could be caught in the crossfire. Then again, Snow also had a conscious, apparently.

When Snow heard the woman answer her questions, a snarl touched her lips. She couldn’t help but get a bad vibe from this woman and was not okay with the fact that she seemed to think that Snow was just going to “come quietly” as people put it nowadays. And she didn’t like that this…Huntsgirl, seemed to want to change her either. No, Snow wasn’t about to have that. ”Listen, Angie, I don’t like how you just assume I’m going to join your little club and I definitely don’t like that you want to change me. So, why don’t you do us both a favor and get the hell out of here before I open fire in both your knee caps, huh?” She asked, growling slightly as she gazed at the woman along the barrel of her Smith & Wesson. Sure, Snow was special and she wouldn’t kill someone, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t hurt someone, especially someone who wouldn’t think twice about hurting her, or possibly killing her.