``you got to go dig those holes [tag;; rin, plz]

[Liam Burrow]

Liam wasn't really belligerent...well, actually he was. By a lot. But he usually had a semi-decent tolerance level for things that he didn't like. It wasn't like it should have been bothering him or anything. But it really was beginning to rub him the wrong way. His muscles flinched in the slight hesitation as he continued along the treadmill, his powerful body sweating and straining at the physical exercise on his body. His pounding had been going on for a good thirty minutes or so, without much rest to the pace he was going at. Not full speed, but not a trot either. He stared ahead through the window of the gym, looking out on the grass of the lawn which happened to be steadily covering in rain. His running had been fairly peaceful until she walked in. He didn't know who she was, he didn't recognize her from around school, and he definitely had never seen her before. But he wasn't going to do anything about it, you know? What was there to do? She was coming in, just like he was, to exercise, right? Nothing more, right? He didn't have any reason to worry until she hesitated a little, looking up from the iCellPhone or whatever it was called. He paused slightly in his run, rubbing his forehead off on a towel as he raised his eyebrows in her direction, indicating that she go ahead and ask the question she seemed to want to ask.

Liam was kind of dumb when it came to social situations, but he wasn't too bad at reading people. Her posture was what gave her away and the way she bit her lip as she stood smack between the television set and the machine she was planning to climb on. "Er, would you mind if I played some music?" She asked. The first thing that came to his lips, without thinking was, "What, is your MP6 player broken?" Like I said, Liam is pretty much an idiot for social norms and standards. The girl blinked in mild confusion, looking up at him as he climbed off the treadmill to take a break and walk toward her. "Sorry, did I say that wrong?" He looked around awkwardly, not really feeling embarrassed for his social faux pas. "My iPhone, you mean?" She asked incredulously, wondering what kind of hermit didn't know the latest technological advancement. "Yeah, I forgot my headphones and I really want to listen to this one song a few times." Figuring that it couldn't be too bad, Liam shrugged his shoulders and headed back to his machine, starting it up again. "Go ahead." He said, picking his pace back up, plus a little extra to work off that lull of time he'd spent to talk to her.

What a mistake. That was how he had been stuck listening to "Kiss Me Thru the Phone" for the past forty minutes. How ANYONE could stomach that song the first time was beyond him, but the amount he'd heard it guaranteed he knew the lyrics, could probably name the beats being played and exactly when each artist switched and took over. His running had become one with the rhythm and he could feel his anger riling up as he looked over at the petite girl who was still bouncing along on her bike, unaware to the absolute fury building. He finally stopped the treadmill abruptly, his eyes wanting to pop out of his head and climbed from the treadmill to do some stretches before he worked on the calves machine. His head was ringing from the same song on repeat, his foot partially tapping to it as he climbed on and began to lift up the weights, slamming them back down harder than he needed to. He was showing extreme self-control, if you knew Liam well. He didn't normally grant anyone this kind of curtesy, but he had been feeling in a good mood today since he was working out. But she had to push him over the line. As the song ended and prepared to come back again, the girl paused in her cycling and looked over at him. "Hey, since you're closer, can you turn that up a little bit?" Liam's eyes grew wide. "I BEG YOUR PARDON?" He demanded, standing straight up and dropping the weights back down with a resounding crash. The girl winced, looking up. "Err, turn it up a little bit..?" She asked slowly.

Liam's face contorted with rage and he grabbed at his shirt, muscles tensing as he tried not to scream directly in her face and completely annihilate her with his loud voice. Without much effort, he pulled his shirt forward, ripping it clean from his chest and throwing it directly at her face, making her squeal loudly in disgust. "NO ONE WILL EVER WANT TO BE THE CLYDE TO YOUR BONNIE, GIVE IT UP YOU SKANK." He yelled, grabbing his bag on the way out. In a furious rush, he kicked the door of the hallway open and headed out into the lobby, his bare chest heaving with fury as he came over to stare out of the rain-covered window, lost in thought. He slammed his fist against the glass, gritting his teeth as he stood there. He let his bag drop to his feet as he slowly began to calm down, simply staring out of the window.

[Natsumi Sayuri]

+ NATSUMI SAYURI +
•••CALL ME RIN•••


My beautiful liar why are you crying on your knees?
You've crucified yourself and now denial is rising...rising...

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The rain started like all things: much like a dance, a little tease that whispered along your skin, cajoling, calling, calling; it seemed to be water's gift, this song that slips under the skin and crowds around the heart. Some mourn when it rains; others rejoice. Rin pressed her face against the glass, her fingers spread out over the window, her eyes staring up at a sky that she could never reach. It seemed untouchable, and enchanting -- clouds roiled and crumpled, growing again and again, as if it were a beast that ate itself and spat itself out again. Head tilting slightly, she strained her ears, blocking out the hum of life in her dorm, struggling to ignore the high stench of her roommates crowding her, driving her to the corner on her bed where she knelt. They fiddled with their computers: daughters of this modern era, but Rin was a part of it all, cast adrift in Wolf. To her music held no importance unless she could sing to it; computers held no particular delight unless she could smash it to bits.

Enigmatic as rainfall, her eyes tracked the drops, at first slow, hips held to hips in a tender embrace. Then harder, falling faster, the rhythm increasing, the tempo moving away from the softness of this introduction. Her hand pressed harder against the glass as if she could melt and reach out to the other side, her head tilting back as her hair cascading over her shoulder. To them, she must appear feral -- but their constant tick, tick, ticking of their fingers speeding over their computers, over their phones, their little gadgets at once frightened and irritated her. Did they not know what silence sounded like? Did they not know how beautiful this rainfall was?

Immediately visceral and primal images slashed through her head; hips grinding to hips as the tender dance became something harsher, faster, wilder. The rain no longer coaxed but flooded, no longer teased by arrived. No thunder rumbled in the distance; no lightning scarred the sky. There was only the clouds, only the growing rain and Rin was getting restless, the Wolf gaping it's fangs in delight. What harm was there in rain anyway?

Distantly she felt the pang in her side where skin stretched, itching to pop open and bleed once again; distantly, she knew she should remain indoors where it was dry, and safe, and warm. She should remain inert, letting her body heal -- but Rin was not made for stillness. She was made for motion, and the rain only made the frenzy worse, made it itch as if her skin were about to splint in this form too. Startling her roommates with her suddenness, Rin dashed out the door feeling the uneasiness of the change shifting throughout her body. The Wolf was coming, coming, brought on by her thoughts, by the inevitability of her eyesight: there was nothing in Rin's world but the Wolf. Nothing but that glory, that power, that addiction as she unbuttoned her shirt, slid it off her shoulders -- as her hands went to her pants, quick, quick, quick, fingers trembling, breath ragged as it dragged at her lips, her heart yearning for the next hit of punishment, for the change that would soothe all of her problems. It was coming, coming, like the rain, and the clothes were gone, gone, panties flying, bra lying inert on the floor as she shifted, as fur burst forth from her skin, as her body contorting and moved.

Pain slithered through her, caressing and tender, as if the Wolf enjoyed this change, this impossibility of human flesh into Wolf. From something so slender and feminine came the beast, the reincarnation of her heart, of her most secret desires: rage tingled along her ears, but there was yearning in her eyes, in the wildness that lingered on her tongue like the taste of old, stale water. She ran, bursting free of conformity, away from the dorms, feeling the cold, slick fingers of rain stroking through her fur, cradling her in frigid cold arms. The heat gathered in her body, resisting the cold, but delighting it in all the same; maw moved upward, and a howl shattered the air, reverberating up the strong line of her throat, her ears flicking back against her skull. Of her wound, only a twinge harried her thoughts -- the Wolf in the forefront, the girl crowding behind her eyes. Hours, minutes -- it all blurred as she stretched herself, paced herself the rhythm of the pounding rain, to the roar of blood and water in her ears; she was alone here, perfect here, without rhyme or reason, without worries -- she was completely and wholly herself, Wolf and Woman colliding in this brilliant shape and form, this generous giving of flesh and soul. The black wolf, however, had been driven hard these past few days, and though timelessness encased her, empowered her, she found her breath haggard in the air, found her paws hurting, pinching, her sides heaving. Slick with sweat, with rain, the wolf moved in satisfaction, in camaraderie.

The gym -- the girl thinks, her voiceless expression translating into emotion, into a picture of the gym blossoming in the Wolf's mind, the Wolf's knowledge. Creeping across the lawn with her tail held aggressively high, with her shoulder rolling with the satiation of her conquest, she loped over the expanse of mud and grass. Ears flicked down to keep rain from pestering her hearing she was darting across toward the entrance when glass and thunder seemed to rumble through her hearing; whipping up, ears perked high over her head, the wolf snapped her jaws in the direction of the sound ------ fighting her black, black eyes caught up in a giant male's. Nostrils flare as she sucks at the air, knowing it hopeless with the barrier between them; her hackles rise as her lips curl back exposing her fangs threateningly.

However, with a swish of her tail, the wolf grunted and straightened, trotting off toward the entrance; like the rainfall, her body seemed to melt away, fur falling away to reveal pale, rain-slicked skin. Hand around the handle, Rin pushed the door open, hiding in the little nook before exposing herself to the brute. Peering around the corner, her black eyes seek out his and growl out, "Don't look!"

The lockers were across the hall -- a mere ten feet before her skin would be engulfed in warmth again, in dryness. Pressing herself against the wall, hiding, she felt the dull ache of her wound pulling at her consciousness.

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tags;; Liam!
OOC;; She was a little bit everywhere ,_,

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[Liam Burrow]

To say that he was surprised was an understatement. Liam enjoyed watching the rain simply for the little drops that caused the misery for most people running through the rain, trying to get back to their dorms. Served them right for going out at all times of the night to canoodle with strangers or their girlfriends or anything that seemed to distract them from their studies. He shook his head in mild disgust before his eyes caught something that seemed to be enjoying and embracing the rain, rather than running from it. He squinted slightly, looking through the watery haze and trying to make out what was running across the lawn and looking like it didn't want to stop. He frowned slightly, seeing the dark figure on all fours. Well, one of the students had obviously changed and decided to take a nice little run. He sighed, shaking his head as he watched the dark animal grow closer. The more he stared, the more he saw the definite shape of a black wolf heading for the gym, moving in such a way that it was almost as if the gym was a last resort, rather than the original destination.

His eyes grew wider and his frown deeper as he saw the form of the wolf disappear and leave the form of an attractive young, Asian girl who laid naked on the step for a moment before trying to reach through the door. As he watched her, she turned around and made eye contact with him, hissing for him to look at away. And so, naturally, he continued to watch her. He watched her edge along the wall, pretending as if he wasn't there, eyes traveling over her naked form without so much as a word coming from his mouth. He picked up his bag without looking away from her, taking a few steps forward across the lobby, pushing his bag onto his shoulder. "You know, you could have just asked me for a shirt or something." He remarked, showing no signs of lust on his face as he talked to her naked body. How that could be possible for an eighteen year old guy, there was probably a lot of question about. But he really didn't feel any attraction toward her which is why he pretty much avoided asking her anything about her transformation and why she hadn't brought clothes with her or anything. He simply stood there, waiting for her to get to the locker area, presumably to warm up.

Then again, she probably couldn't ask him for a shirt. He was, after all, standing there shirt-less. Reason came to suggest that he would be wearing a shirt, if he had access, correct? He stood there, frowning slightly to himself as he watched her inching her way toward the locker room. "I'm Liam, in case you were wondering." Some silence fell between them as he continued to stand there, looking over at her destination. "Do you need some help?" He asked curiously, waving toward the locker room. "I'm sure I could find some clothes or something for you. You certainly don't want to run around looking like that." There was some contempt in the way he said it, without smiling and as if he were implying that she didn't look too attractive without her clothes. He might have struck a chord, but he certainly didn't know it.

[Natsumi Sayuri]

+ NATSUMI SAYURI +
•••CALL ME RIN•••


My beautiful liar why are you crying on your knees?
You've crucified yourself and now denial is rising...rising...

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Rain: it had been the beginning of this script, the harbinger, the messenger which had slipped into her ears and manipulated her. No longer could she have waited patiently for it to dissipate, for her roommates to melt away and become nothing. No longer could she simply wait, and idle -- there wasn't anything in Rin which allowed her to be motionless and languorous; if she wasn't moving, Rin remembered things she wished she didn't. So she kept going, going, going, running on a rechargeable battery that soaked up her exhaustion like syrup drizzled over her tongue. The Wolf snapped it's fangs, yearning for that sweet taste, though it often preferred blood; though she was a creature set apart from others.

At once Wolf and Woman, at once Rin and ... some other shadow of herself, the girl struggled in her existence, at once hating everything about her life that was abnormal, and yet running directly away from anything that wasn't. Sitting in her room, talking to her roommates, simply was not an option -- and so the girl had run, the Wolf had run, and they had continued until the rain dragged them down, not cooled them off, until the blood pounding in her ears was weariness and not excitement.

The handle had felt cold in her hand, her thoughts, singularly narrow-minded, bent not toward the beast of a male standing several feet away, but on her destination. Naked, perhaps, but Rin, for all her embarrassment and shyness, was not one to worry overmuch; she hissed at him, but the exposure of his eyes on her body made her feel defiled; there was a coldness to his stare as if he looked simply to find faults with her, and she knew, as many others before her knew, there were many.

Of her strengths, there were very few; when he approached, those faults blazoned up the line of her narrow back, tensing as if she would lash out at him, though he was so much bigger than she was. In this instance, she was the bug, to be squished into oblivion, while he had the pleasure of doing it. Lips curling up in a sneer as he approached, she tucked her wet hair behind her ears, feeling it plaster itself to her back. She was no beauty to be stared at so, and her eyes, almond shaped and tilted, glinted with the malice of a predator cornered as she tilted her small face up and scowled at him. You know, you could have just asked me for a shirt or something. -- his voice was like the rain, and she startled slightly at it: deeper than she expected from any male. Bass rumbled through it, reminiscent of thunder, of the rippling sound that emerges from her own throat proceeding a growl. Snorting away her sudden discomfort under that stare, she wrapped on arm over her breasts and side-stepped around him even as he continued, I'm Liam, in case you were wondering. Do you need some help? Like watching a giant cat (ha, ha!) he waved in the direction she was obviously edging toward; I'm sure I could find some clothes or something for you. You certainly don't want to run around looking like that.

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Rin's eyes slashing to the side, she tried to cease her body from trembling, from giving in to the Rin that was naturally abrasive and terrible. Perhaps he was nice? She doubted it; sniffing the air delicately, head tilted ever so slightly, she smiled, though there was nothing nice in it. The big bad brute was suffocating her, and she didn't particularly like the way she reacted to his voice; "I wasn't wondering. I just want to get over there."

Had she been thinking, she probably would have skipped the gym entirely, realizing with the rain, it would have been one of the places where others stayed; as it was, Rin only kept a pair of clothes in her locker, since the idea of running inside was as unpleasant as this meeting was turning out to be. Darting around Liam, she paused mid-way, lifting her chin to look at him again, "The same can be said of you, you know. Just because you have the weight of an elephant doesn't mean anyone wants to see it." her nose wrinkled, "Let alone, smell it."

When her fingers slipped over the handle, however, the door refused to budge. Locked, she thought, shocked at bitter irony as she peeked at him from over her shoulder, "Care to test your strength on the door?" but with her escape route hindered, Rin was starting to get nervous around him.
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word count;; 778
tags;; Liam ;3
OOC;; the end was a little lame... sorry if it's unlikely >>'

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[Liam Burrow]

Liam 's mind kicked into overdrive. Although he thought the girl interesting and fascinating, the whole 'getting caught half naked with a much younger fully naked girl' idea finally occured to him. He frowned lightly, knowing that he would be able to explain his way out of it but still didn't really want to deal with the complications that would likely ensue. There was still that girl he'd yelled at up in the work out room. But she probably wouldn't want anything to do with him. He didn't feel guilty for yelling at her; he was confident that he had been right. But he did feel a little bad because he didn't have any real comfort that he could provide this girl who had come in from the rain after running around like most doglike-shifts seemed to like to do. He blinked in mild surprise when she started growling at him and he took a few steps back, the grin still slipped across his features. "Well, I only introduced myself that way you didn't continue going on with the thought that someone of my stature would be rude, half-naked, and un-gentleman like." He apologized, after listening to her abrasive comment on calling him an elephant.

If he'd been taking her seriously, he would have probably gotten offended and fought back. As it were, he simply enjoyed laughing off the insult and merely shaking his head. "I enjoy being this large. Most of it comes in my blood, but another majority of it comes from constant working out, thank you. As for smelling like an elephant, I can only attribute that from the hour or two work-out I just completed and not on a general lack of hygiene. Please don't think any less of me." He replied calmly, watching as she moved toward the door. When she turned around, his eyes flicked down to her rear and a slow smile spread across his face, shaking his head only softly. When she spoke up, his eyes widened slightly in surpise. "You're asking for an elephants help? I was fairly sure that elephants never forget and your insults earlier didn't crush my spirit but it did put a little bit of a dent into it." He commented while tilting his head to the side. "But because of my generally pleasant personality, I'll help you out if you make the promise not to insult me again. Unless it's actually warranted and not based off an assumption you've made quickly." He looked down at her for a moment before he stepped forward, stepping past her with as minimum amount of contact as possible.

"Alright, what have we got here?" He asked out loud, although quieter because he was really only talking to himself. He crouched down to look into the lock of the locker room just as he started hearing people moving around up the stairs. Oh good, a deadline. He looked over his shoulder at her, grinning slightly. "You should probably step back." Because of his general lack of "street smarts", Liam didn't know how much of a cliche he sounded like at just that moment. He braced a hand on the door for a moment, feeling for the bending point of the wooden door. It wasn't really very thick, but it also wasn't housing anything of particular importance. He swung his arm back and, in a blunt swing, powered his fist through the wood, causing fragments of the wood to splinter off into his arm and inside of the locker room itself. He reached in and unlocked the door just as the girls on the stairs stood still, whispering to each other. "Did you hear that? I think it came from the locker room." One of them said, looking around at the others. Liam yanked the door open, grabbing the naked girl around the waist and fleeing into the large locker room, looking for a place ot hide as the work-out girls began to filter in, some of them yelling in surprise at the state of the door. Once Liam had found a suitable place, he put the naked girl down (whose name he still didn't know) and looked around the corner, wondering if they would be found. What a predicament.

[Natsumi Sayuri]

+ NATSUMI SAYURI +
•••CALL ME RIN•••


My beautiful liar why are you crying on your knees?
You've crucified yourself and now denial is rising...rising...

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Oh she should have known, should have guessed the moment she had seen him through the window, through the glass that he had beaten up again, that she wasn't going to be able to slip by. Stupid girl; her eyes flickered slightly as she leashed her impulses tightly. No point in bolting, now -- if she ran, she would be stuck in the same predicament, but next time it would be the dorm rooms, the doors which she would have to open up naked. Did it matter? To Rin, if she were honest, it didn't matter. To Rin, the Wolf was as natural as this pale, wet skin she wore now. To Rin, the Wolf was a safer skin to wear around -- flying through the forests, even in the rain... if her fingers didn't sting, if her side didn't stretch and ache from the wound she had been dealt, perhaps she would have stayed out there indefinitely. Perhaps she would have lost herself to the music in her blood, the feral feeling of her throat raised up, that sound vicious and free as it ripped out from her vocal cords. But she wasn't -- and she had to stop herself from following those thoughts, from seeking to slip into them, and leave herself in a worst situation.

Her fingers hurt -- but she ignored it, stoutly, an animal knowing there were other things to worry about than minor cuts that opened up between her fingers. Other things to worry about than the bruising ache she felt whenever she breathed. No, it didn't matter, didn't matter at all, and she threw away the pain as best she could, focused instead on breathing carefully, trying not to have his scent invade her nose, her mouth, drying on her tongue like fungus. He -- Liam -- was too big, made like a bear, watching her as if she were nothing but an ant.

No one he doesn't get mad, she thinks, finding herself almost disappointed that he didn't just throw her down and walk away. Almost disappointed that he didn't treat her as anything but a young girl, as anything but a stupid girl caught unawares. His thoughts were rather plain on his face, but then Rin was the same -- her expression constantly shifting, moving, rearranging itself as emotions flowed over them, seized the muscles like puppet strings and moved them to their own beat. She moved from wariness, to spite, to anger -- frustration, then back down, down, to nervousness, as she peered over her shoulder at him, as she realized the buzzing sound in her ear was him talking to her, that he was actually taking the time to speak to her. She blinked, her large black eyes fluttering in confusion and bafflement.

Talkative, she felt the buzzing become music, breaking off into syllables and eventually words with breaks and pauses, that slowly, inevitably trickled into her brain, translated as the Wolf paced around in her head. Let's leave. It snarls in her head, pacing back and forth, not pleased with the way Liam so dismissed her. Rin, slightly more rational than the Wolf, if not by much, saw muscles rippling under his skin, and knew that his thigh alone would be the same width as her waist, and it, being full of tightly roped muscle. She was lean, like a willow, with gentle curves. A dream, rather than a real woman. A glimpse of possibility caged tight by the strength of the Wolf that drove her body to tighten with muscles, that caused her to remain slightly more androgynous than the usual sixteen year old girl. Jaw clenching, her eyes slashed to the side, feeling toyed with, though it was her own fault for arriving as she had. You're asking for an elephants help? I was fairly sure that elephants never forget and your insults earlier didn't crush my spirit but it did put a little bit of a dent into it. Her nostrils flared, eyes widening into plates as she stared at him, frozen where she was standing at the door; his scent, slightly obscured by sweat, slipped into her brain and tantalized her with it's playfulness. But because of my generally pleasant personality, I'll help you out if you make the promise not to insult me again. Unless it's actually warranted and not based off an assumption you've made quickly.

[/i] -- Rin snorted, the Wolf's hackles rising as it's pacing increased, causing the girl's heart to clench. How close can the Wolf linger before her skin disappeared and was replaced by fur? By fangs, and death?

Curiosity, she would later claim, made her peer slightly at the door he was looking at. It had just refused to budge to her hand; what did she really expect him to do? When he looked back at her, Rin startled, taking a few steps back, snorting at his grin. Confident bastard, she thinks, but takes the few extra steps just in case. Tucking her wet hair behind her ears, the Wolf twitched it's own ears, slithering closer as Liam played around with the door, as --- her head whipped around toward the sound of approach, her eyes narrowing slightly as she counted the paces of her heart beating rapidly in her chest. The shattered wood nearly made her heart stop, however, her mouth going dry -- stunned by the sheer strength that pulsed through the door. The Wolf panted laughter, amused by the brutish strength, approval quickly stifled by the girl who was growing ever more uncomfortable in the presence of someone so much stronger than herself. Was she so conceited that she must surround herself with things weaker than herself? Why, yes, yes -- until now, she had had confidence that anything she crossed would fall to the Wolf. Until now.

Breathless, stunned by the sheer force of the door falling under his fist, she didn't even fight when he picked her up -- merely yipped, a strange, almost strangled sound as she was carried off, eyes wide, heart hammering in her chest. What was he doing? Her fingers dug into his skin as he fled into the locker, shoving her down and peering around the edge. Wild-eyed Rin clung to the wall, ignoring the painful throb in her side, the sting in her hands, the thrashing of her heart; her breath was a little out of control, but she quickly stifled it as she pulled her hair back, covering her front again -- albeit belatedly and only half-heartedly. "Well that worked." she muttered, looking around where they were. Of course she didn't recognize anything -- how long since she'd been here? Weeks? Nose twitching, she lifted her face slightly, searching, perhaps, for a residue of her own scent which would lead her true; looking rather comical, she tilted her head. "I could go out and scare them, if you'd like." -- a grin, pure mischief sparking the dark irises; she wasn't entirely against the prospect. Walking on the tips of her toes, she leaned out slightly, looking past him toward the cluster of girls chatting away -- ignorance at it's most blissful.
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tags;; Liam ^-^
OOC;; Rin should have been a rat, she's so feral >>'

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