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[tabbytastic]

[it's taken her months of work... first getting the player, then scrounging around for batteries, and a long fruitless search for CDs in the city. Finally, after a genius piece of advice, she has everything she's been looking for.

Anyone with an open grimoire will get treated to this triumph in the middle of the night, in the form of some very loud... grating... music?]

Goddamn, this is better, isn't it? I've missed this so bad. [she's flipping through most songs before they're even halfway through. She doesn't have the patience to listen to whole songs right now--too wired, too excited with her new toy]

This place needs more music and less... fucked up shit. ...Seriously, what is it with dead people coming back to life around here? Is that the new 'thing' now?

[oh, actually, that gives her an idea. She switches to a new song and rocks out for a minute. Sorry to anyone who might have tried to shut their journal by now but lives on the second floor. She's sitting in the doorway of the room she never uses, CDs scattered all around her, music blasting into the hallway]

I mean, don't get me wrong. It can have its perks... [she gives one of those huhuhu laughs that usually follow dirty inside jokes. Hi, Gabe.] ...But it's mostly just fucking stupid.

...And, speaking of stupid, some bleeding heart should probably come check on the loser in 204. Don't think he wants me as a babysitter.

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[ex_contemns37]

[ Oh, well... That didn't work as well as he wanted. He's glaring up at her, definitely looking like he's ready for a fight, rather than fun. He is pretty sure that fun is not happening here. ]

Do not come near me.

[tabbytastic]

[and she's half crouched, incidentally bringing her to his height, but it's more out of being ready to dodge in either direction if he tries to make a break for it than anything, slowly stalking closer. Her room is empty aside from what the basic castle rooms had been stocked with, but there are still corners that she's hoping to back him into]

Kinda can't help it. You're in my room.

[ex_contemns37]

Not by choice.

[ A second more of glaring, and then he breaks eye contact briefly, to look around for something he might use as a weapon. ]

[tabbytastic]

[and she lets him look. She's kind of curious as to what he can do anyway.

There's the usual things--curtain rods, lamps, a chair by the desk]

[ex_contemns37]

[ Curtain rod's the closest. Not what he's used to, but it'll do. Keeping his eyes on her as he backs in that direction. ]</small.

[tabbytastic]

[and as long as she's still standing between him and the door, she'll let him edge in that direction, half-matching his steps and still slinking bits closer]

You could just cooperate. [--grinning so wide]

[ex_contemns37]

There is nothing to cooperate with.

[ Making a grab for it. ]

[tabbytastic]

Sure there is.

[not that she's going to elaborate on it or anything. She'll leave it as a surprise.

And she makes sure that he has it in his grip before she makes a lunge for him]

[ex_contemns37]

[ He takes one step back, just to give himself some comfortable distance, before he swings the curtain rod at her. ]

[tabbytastic]

[she hardly cares about avoiding the thing, so it catches her good across the face. Opening up a decent-sized gash across her face (which doesn't bleed like it should) but it's really more like hitting a punching bag, canvas and heavy-packed sand, than a person. It only staggers her half a step, shaking her head once, before she's barreling for him again. If she can get him, she's just tackling him to the ground--or into the wall if they hit that first]

[ex_contemns37]

[ The fact that she doesn't take the blow like a normal person throws him somewhat off balance, his swing not following through as it would normally. It's because of that that he's slow to react to her rushing at him, brought to the ground, but he's still bringing a knee up to try to kick her off of him. ]

[tabbytastic]

[as soon as she's on him, she's trying to latch on--tangling fingers hard in the cloth of his shirt, grabbing his arms if she can. Whatever she can manage to grab onto to keep herself from being tossed off of him when he kicks. And if he does throw her, she's on him again in a second. Aiming to slowly but surely wrangle him down]

[ex_contemns37]

[ He's going to keep fighting her as long as she allows it, though she clearly has the advantage-- more of his energy is going into trying to fight her off than it is keeping her where she is. The curtain rod's already rolled out of his grip, so he's without a weapon, on top of everything. ]

[tabbytastic]

[she straddles him as soon as she's able to, leaving him to kick ineffectually at nothing. And then comes focusing on getting a hold of one wrist and jamming it down against the ground, and then--finally--the other.

Once she's got him pinned, she snarls and smiles down at his face]

Goddamn you're wriggly, aren't you?

[ex_contemns37]

[ Still straining against her, he's just glaring, very much unwilling to admit defeat. ]

Let go.

[tabbytastic]

You're not gonna be saying that in a minute...

[looking smug again now that she's got him pretty solidly pinned, leaning her weight fully down onto his wrists, ducking in to nudge her face against his jaw]

[ex_contemns37]

[ Hey hey hey hey NOT OKAY, gonna see if he can maybe knock her away from getting all close to him. ]

[tabbytastic]

[he's a little guy, and she actually doesn't have anything against him, so she'll be nice. In her warped way, she really did mean most of the things she'd said. She wants to show him how to have a good time.

So, when he really starts to get insistent about fighting her off, she gets insistent right back before somebody gets hurt.

She shoves his face to the side with hers and--with far more care than she usually bothers with--hooks her teeth into the flesh of his neck. She doesn't tear into him, doesn't open his whole throat like she does to half of the people here. This is a precise bite, waiting for the fight to fall out of him before she digs in any deeper]

[ex_contemns37]

[ He does stop fighting at that, only because the pure surprise about the fact that she just bit him.

If he'd been thinking about it, he'd really be wondering what this had to do with fun. As it stood, though, he really just stopped fighting her, wincing slightly at the feeling of her teeth puncturing his skin. ]

[tabbytastic]

[the euphoria should be right on the tail of her teeth piercing skin, rushing in any second now to light up his entire nervous system, like she's suddenly tapping electricity directly into the pleasure center of his brain.

In a moment, the pain of her bite should be the very last thing on his mind]

[ex_contemns37]

[ Yeah, it sure is. Though the pain is still there, it's just a sort of pinprick against the newer-- stranger-- sensation. It's not like the feeling itself is wholly new to him, but at a time like this, when he's still annoyed and when he'd been wanting to fight her off until just this moment, it's strange.

His struggles subside rather quickly after that, with a short sharp intake of breath, no more protest. ]

[tabbytastic]

[there we go. That's what she was waiting for.

As soon as his demeanor changes, she gets more comfortable. She lets go of his wrists, shifts to settle closer to him.

And then, with a very satisfied purr, she deepens her bite--which causes a redoubled shockwave of sensation through his system. She needs to get to the good stuff quick, the deeper arterial stuff, because she doesn't know how long she'll have before this little guy starts to weaken]

[ex_contemns37]

[ One of his hands, wrist still trapped by her hand, jerks up, almost like a weak and half-hearted form of resistance. But other than that, he doesn't struggle; might later tell himself that it was because he knew that struggling may have only made it worse, more painful since her teeth are still in his neck. For now, he knows that it's because he doesn't entirely want to. ]

[tabbytastic]

[he, she told you it wasn't so bad, Cian.

She'll even make an effort to not make a complete mess of him. Only a little bit of blood will seep up to stain the edges of his hair, and leak down to the collar of his shirt. There won't be a huge puddle left behind on the floor.

She's almost delicate about it--twisting her jaw to edge in further, searching in to open deeper vessels, wielding sharkteeth with nearly surgical precision. And always keeping a corner of her brain (whatever isn't busy being mindlessly and blissfully predatory) on his breathing, carefully keeping track of the strength of his pulse]

[ex_contemns37]

[ For the time being, he's not even thinking about what this is going to do to his shirt. That'll be later, when he's more able to think clearly and about the parts of this that aren't directly connected to just how strangely good it feels, her teeth in his neck.

And despite the risk here, how his pulse going as fast as it is won't be any help when it comes to the danger of blood loss, he can't manage to force himself to think about that clearly, can't think through the haze blanketing his mind. ]