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 Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 5:16 pm
Ceon walked in, and instantly start cracking up when he saw Meredith dancing around and screaming profanities. He then decided to help her and pulled out a chair and put it under her. "I'll be right back. It looks like you're beeding a bit."
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 5:23 pm
Grudgingly, Meredith accepted the chair and sat on it though it was far less comfortable than the couch would have been had it not speared her in the side. What did it think she was? Jesus Christ reborn as a woman who was the exact opposite of everything he was and probably stood for? Heh, her life was turning into a soap opera comedy before her eyes and she was just going along for the bumpy ride at the moment. Decisions would have to be made later but for now she was just coasting and going where ever the f**k she felt like going. "Yeah ... screw you." She then looked down and actually realized that she was bleeding and licked her hand and then began smearing the blood around in her pathetic attempt to clean it up.
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 5:34 pm
Ceon came out of the bathroom quickly and lifted up the side of Meredith's shirt, and he trickled peroxyde on the wound. The liquid fizzed as it co-mingled with the blood. He then took out a bandage and a small roll of gauze. In seconds the spring wound was patched up and Ceon chuckled, "You need to be more careful around here."
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 5:41 pm
Meredith pulled down her shirt the instant Ceon was finished with the fine tuning of her wound and though the peroxide stung like a b***h as it bubbled she didn't make so much as a sound.
"You could say that again. But really, don't say that again because it'll make you sound like an idiot and it'll piss me off even more than I already am. But yeah. Jesus Christ. Everytime I come here something bad happens. The first time I got f**king pregnant and now I'm fr**gin' bleeding because your couch decided I was the woman Jesus reincarnated to be exactly the opposite of everything he was ..."
She paused for a moment then turned to him with an accusational expression.
"You liked that didn't you. I'll bet you purposely set your couch up just so you could f**king touch me again."
She wasn't angry, more playing though it clearly wasn't flirting, it was to bother him and piss him off more than anything. Meredith also wasn't fishing for compliments, she wasn't that type of girl, however, guys that were dipshits did piss her off but not when they answered her honestly when she asked them if they thought something made her fat, etc.
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 5:44 pm
"I don't need to touch you to be happy with myself. I did all the touching I need that night. I'm just being a good person." Ceon grabbed another chair and pulled it up in front of her. "Ok, first thing is first. Do you want to become a lycan?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 5:51 pm
Meredith rolled her eyes when she was asked if she wanted to become a lycan or not, after all, did he honestly think she was going to be able to decide within a week whether or not she wanted to become a monster again? She'd just gotten her life as a human back and now she'd gone and ruined it again because either she died or she became a lycan.
"Pfft ... can't be any f**king worse than being a vampire. I'll get back to you on that one, though."
It was clear she wasn't really wanting to discuss being a lycan at the moment and that she wasn't sure what she was going to do in regards to what was going to happen to her.
Her combat boots came up off the floor and went to rest on the arm of his sofa as she leaned back in her chair and waited to see what other stupid questions he was going to ask her. She made it pretty obvious that she didn't want to be here and that she would rather be elsewhere doing other things and talking about other things. Of course, Meredith would never admit she was trying to avoid this for as long as possible or that she was afraid. Hunters weren't afraid, especially William Jackson's little sister, it just didn't work that way.
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 5:56 pm
"I think it's a bit better than being a vampire, not that I'd know what it's like, though. Listen I've been thinking about what's going to happen once the baby is born. If you are going to be a lycan, I mean, are we going to live together and raise the kid?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 6:04 pm
Meredith burst out laughing at Ceon's question.
'Oh wow! He thinks that just because he knocked me up means that I'm gonna become all pathetic and come crawling to him. Oh well ...'
"Pfft. Even if I do become a lycan that doesn't mean I'm joining your so-called pack and it also doesn't mean that I'm going to come live with you because your my kid's dad. We did s**t because we were drunk so it meant absolutely nothing because people always get into stupid shenanigans like that when they're drunk. Besides, I'd probably drive you f**king nuts if I was around all the time. However. You've got every right to see your kid so while I may not live with you or join your pack if I do become a lycan then you will be allowet to come visit anytime you want with the occasional exceptions. I'm a b***h but I want what's best for my kid and I think my kid having a dad would do it a lot of good but we don't know eachother and for me to move in and s**t just because you knocked me up doesn't sound like a good move. However, if I decide to just have the kid and let it rip me to shreds then the kid's all yours and you'll have to take care of it well because I'll be getting my hunter friends to watch over it when I'm dead."
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 6:13 pm
Ceon chuckled, "You really like to talk, don't you? Trust me, you're not as bad as Layna. All she did was worry, worry, and worry some more. But I guess that's cause she cared. Anywho, I don't think it'd be a bad idea if you move in. I mean, lycans just don't pick random human girls to ********. That night, I kinda...I dunno, I felt a kind of connection. Before we were drunk and all.."
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 6:25 pm
"Me? I love to talk! I'm the d**ndest damn talker you ever f**kin' met. And nah, I'm not known for worrying. I'm known to be the one that's the cause of the worrier's worry because I tend to charge in without thinking things through first and I don't really take into account that I'm only human and can't do everything. And sure you guys do. You're animals and when animals get that need to ******** then they go ******** something. That's how it works. And just because you felt a connection that night doesn't mean it's there anymore, it's now that matters not then."
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 6:35 pm
Ceon curled his fists when Meredith call his species animals, "Lycans, are not....animals......We know how to make rational choices...and if we want to ******** something.....WE ******** DO IT WITH OUR OWN KIND!!!" Ceon was breathing heavily as he fought to control his lycan form. His ears were getting pointed, and his teeth were sharpened to a point. After several long breaths, Ceon spoke again, "Maybe....but I think...that it might still be there...I'd be willing...to give it a shot.."
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 8:07 pm
"Okay ... you're only HALF animal but you're still a guy and you and I both know that thing about guys. They don't think up here," she pointed to her head, "they think down there! By the way ... your anger management is charming and REEEEEAlly makes me wanna try things out. And just in case you didn't catch that, that bud was sarcasm. You can have your f**ggin' temper tantrum by yourself. I'm not putting up with that s**t because I've learnt what you see is what you get and I ain't buying that so your being willing to give it a shot is great but there's only one out of two of us willing. Have a nice life, bud, I'll call you or something when I'm having our kid. Adios!"
She sprang up off the chair and literally walked out of his apartment while he watched her do so. Of course she knew that he was a lycan and she was a human and that he'd be able to catch up with her if he so pleased. However, whatever the ******** that Layna chick did with him she wasn't going to. Perhaps Layna put up with his s**t but she wasn't Layna. If he was going to have a temper tantrum then he could d**n well do it on his own time and not hers. She'd come there to talk, not to crack skulls.
|| Exit to City ||
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 8:15 pm
Ceon sat there in his chair for quite some time, his hands keeping his head up as he tried to realize that Meredith just walked out on him. But within instants his door was shut and locked tight and in full lycan form, howling in anger at his misfortune. Ceon began literally bouncing off the walls,claws digging into everything. He ripped his claws through every wall in the house, leaving a messy debris in every room.
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 1:29 pm
Ceon layed in the middle of the living room, sweaty and bare. Long slash marks were dug deep into the dry wall in every single room. "How long do I have to wait before I can go out in my lycan form again? This place is like a friggin prison.." he mumbled as he regained his breath and picked up his discarded jeans and jacket. This was no way to be acting, especially when he was going to be a father again. But he knew he felt a connection between him and Meredith.
(exit)
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 4:10 pm
Ceon walked in and actually hung his leather jacket in the closet for once in a long time. He was now only wearing his torn up jeans and grabbed several rolls of duct tape and began unrolling them over the gashes in the walls and ceilings. Ceon then took out a chicken covered in plastic wrap. He'd bought this just the day before and had been fighting the temptation to eat it since then. Slipping the frozen bird into the preheated oven, Ceon grabbed some old candles from the window sill and set them up on a table that he had cleared off.
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