08-05-2013, 10:25 AM
Aria watched through her own fogged covered emotions. This was really the last thing she needed, but here she was standing outside a tin can waiting for the alpha's to finish their pissing contest. The man was nothing but cool emotion, nothing pushing it but even that felt like it was piercing her bubble like a hot knife through butter. He spoke calmly to Rune after seen Aria standing on the street, "Like I said, Aggressive Salmon. Cot in the living room. Shelf in the fridge. Market back the way you came. Grand tour to start now."
The events that unfolded didn't play well with Aria's emotional state. By the time they had made their way aggressively in to the so-called-safe-house Aria was ready to drown in loud music, a bath tub or under her bed, which ever was closest.
Aria only caught snippets of their conversation, she was too busy keeping their bravado from overturning what precious control she had left. They exchanged insults. They exchanged blows. Neither one wanted to back down.
Aria made her way slowly to the door, she really didn't want to get too close, but she really needed to put her things down and to get some sort of sanity back in her day. Today was just a major issue for her. She wished she could just start all over. It had been one of those days.
Aria got to the front door just in time to see Rune fly into the unfinished drywall. At least it wasn't cold hard metal as the outside was. It could look to be a good place given enough time. Aria hoped that she wouldn't be here to see that day. She really didn't like the idea of staying with these to for long. They fought and Aria tried to pay attention to everything but them. It wasn't grand, but it would do.
Aria spied the two cots and slowly walked over to one and dropped the large box and her bag on top of it. She took a deep breathe as she heard their host explain, "whatever the fuck you fanatics want it for." Aria tried not to let her anger rise, she was not a fanatic, the society might be, all Aria wanted to do was hunt the monsters, the rest was up to others, she didn't care what they did, or why they did it. Aria pulled off the sword belts from her shoulders and carefully laid the blades down before turning back towards the fight. Aria spoke quietly the first time, but apparently they didn't hear her through their own noise. She spoke up. She didn't quiet yell, but it hurt her head none-the-less, "If ya'll are done with the pissing contest. I'd like a bath if you've got one."
The events that unfolded didn't play well with Aria's emotional state. By the time they had made their way aggressively in to the so-called-safe-house Aria was ready to drown in loud music, a bath tub or under her bed, which ever was closest.
Aria only caught snippets of their conversation, she was too busy keeping their bravado from overturning what precious control she had left. They exchanged insults. They exchanged blows. Neither one wanted to back down.
Aria made her way slowly to the door, she really didn't want to get too close, but she really needed to put her things down and to get some sort of sanity back in her day. Today was just a major issue for her. She wished she could just start all over. It had been one of those days.
Aria got to the front door just in time to see Rune fly into the unfinished drywall. At least it wasn't cold hard metal as the outside was. It could look to be a good place given enough time. Aria hoped that she wouldn't be here to see that day. She really didn't like the idea of staying with these to for long. They fought and Aria tried to pay attention to everything but them. It wasn't grand, but it would do.
Aria spied the two cots and slowly walked over to one and dropped the large box and her bag on top of it. She took a deep breathe as she heard their host explain, "whatever the fuck you fanatics want it for." Aria tried not to let her anger rise, she was not a fanatic, the society might be, all Aria wanted to do was hunt the monsters, the rest was up to others, she didn't care what they did, or why they did it. Aria pulled off the sword belts from her shoulders and carefully laid the blades down before turning back towards the fight. Aria spoke quietly the first time, but apparently they didn't hear her through their own noise. She spoke up. She didn't quiet yell, but it hurt her head none-the-less, "If ya'll are done with the pissing contest. I'd like a bath if you've got one."