<div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/0dcc15c4a9e5626f9beea133eed6fea7/21fe0dff4e08e6f4-e6/s400x600/c843c8d1b101ba2a6b26c381437e380b85008a9e.pnj)</div><br/><strong>NAME:</strong>Delilah Weaver<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Black leggings, white t-shirt, with a blue plaid flannel overtop. Combat boots - always.<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Institute infirmary<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>July 6, mid morning.<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Taking on this new life one shaky step at a time<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Ksenia, Lydia<br/><hr/>Dozens of them. So maybe this wasn’t some shack after all. It definitely looked sophisticated and modern, at least in the infirmary. And considering they just dragged in an injured man, they must be more than equipped to deal with this sort of thing. Delilah didn’t bother asking how long the institute had been here because she didn’t exactly want to know the answer. It freaked her out that dozens of people with a deeper purpose in life had been living here all this time. That, and the fact that vampires, werewolves, demons, and some sort of fairy type creature existed as well.<br/><br/>The woman’s attention turned to Lydia as she explained her assumptions to why this had happened. Oh good, Warlocks existed too. Now she wanted to know what else written in fairy tales and fiction existed. But what was more troubling was knowing that she did in fact know a Warlock, because it had done something to her head to prevent her from living in this demon hunting world. That bothered her the most, making her stomach churn and chest pull tighter.<br/><br/>Delilah blew out a shaky breath, swallowing down the lump in her throat. Now she wanted to cry all over again.<strong>”Well,”</strong>she began, pausing for a moment to consider what the hell she could say to this before finding the perfect words.<strong>”That’s fucked up.”</strong><br/><br/>All things considered, the once Mundie now Shadowhunter was handling things fairly well. Maybe it was the fact her life had already folded and crumbled underneath her when her mother passed, so this wasn’t much different. And in fact, it wasn’t even worse. However, she couldn’t help but wonder why this started happening now all of a sudden. Her mother had been gone several years, so it couldn’t have been anything to do with her. Was her mother keeping secrets from her during her entire life? But those questions would have to be answered another time. At the thought of food, Delilah’s stomach rumbled. She didn’t know how long she had been in here, but definitely hadn’t eaten for quite some time. And she hoped that eating would help alleviate some of the nausea. Though she had a feeling most of it was from the chaos of this new life she just discovered.<br/><br/>Carefully, she pulled back the bed sheet that had covered her and swung her legs over the side to stand up. Her head hurt like fuck, but didn’t let it show beyond squinting slightly. She was steady on her feet, though felt a little bit weaker than usual.<strong>”I could use a change of clothes,”</strong>she agreed, giving Ksenia and Lydia a smile.<strong>”I’m still kind of freaking out here, but I do appreciate your help,”</strong>Delilah added sincerely. Though part of her wished they had just delivered her to her bedroom and left her there to think it was all a dream. Maybe then she could just go back to life as it was and never know any different. But she was thankful for the help, regardless.