stuff us in boxes that's where you want us

cardboard is boring, we brought our matches - look how it burns

Harley had just about enough of having people just come to her home and retrieve her like they fucking had a right to her life. It was a damn good thing that Ace was with Isolt, this irksome revolving door wasn't going to damn well work with her dog as fodder to these supernatural fucktards. She didn't recognize who came knocking, at least it wasn't Tetradore and his infamous ropes coming for a round two. However, not recognizing the man that stood on the other side of that wooden door was unsettling in itself, his eyes had that glazed look like a man not in control of his own body. He appeared nothing more than a robot completing a task, that sheer lack of emotion was creepy, he was clearly not the puppeteer. The raven-haired woman didn't need to know just who sent him, she had been preparing for this moment, dismantling that life she had grown almost too comfortable within, packing herself in boxes to keep safe and buried until she could be herself again. She knew the drill, knew what she had to become in order her save what was left of that tattered soul she fiercely guarded behind those impressive towering, near seamless and endless walls in their forged creation. In her mind's eye, she saw a looming tower of solid gleaming titanium. Not a soul could cross it. It took a lot longer than she had anticipated them coming for her that it nearly made it worse. That building anxious feeling in her chest that it nearly burst out of her, she put it out like spontaneous fires within her. She just wanted to get this fucking over with, she did no good being idle simply waiting for the battle to come her was just not her style. Oh, how that spitfire wanted something tangible, something she could sink her claws into. She was barely given enough time to grab her jacket, phone, keys, and most importantly those violet and gold sunglasses she placed securely upon her face before she swung open that door, ready to face that fate no matter how unpleasant the form in which it came in. She slammed passed him, allowing her shoulder to forcefully crash into his. This was her territory, one sanctuary they could not rip from her still clinging fingers.

Was she eager to walk into the hell mouth? Fuck no, she would rather be anywhere else than Syn on a Friday night no less. What did they even need her for? She could hardly help but wonder, that creative potent mind could be a weapon used against her if she did not keep a firm hold on it, trying to keep those unsavory thoughts at bay, at least for now. The last time she was at Syn, her freewill was stripped from her very bones along with that pound of flesh that still probably remained within these very walls. There were very few words passed between the two, he simply didn't talk, that whole car ride there. "Stupid robot." She grumbled, flicking the back of his head still gaining no reaction whatsoever. Within that parking garage, it looked the same as last time, only this time she wasn't bound. At least she was moving up in the world. She opened that car door, slamming her door forcefully shut behind her when she was soon met with a real sort of special. That looming oaf of a form belonged to Randall, his face vaguely familiar amongst the photographs that still lingered within the woman's mind. That cold-blooded vampire leach dared to grab her by the arm, none too gently. His skin touch felt like an ice cube again her heated body. Her lithe body was like a furnace since becoming a were, her metabolism working at whole new levels. Instinctually, she tried to pull away, her impulse was to recoil from that icy touch, that grip like a vice. His entire hand wrapped around her upper arm like a shackle. "Back the fuck off Randolf. I can walk my myself." That growl rippled from her chest, her violet eyes near wild as they bore up at the vampire with a resolute hatred. How easy it was to conjure that emotion like it was a weapon she could wield however she saw fit. His grip only seems to tighten painfully, that irritation flashing upon that once unreadable face. Randall was at least three to four times the size of the petite spitfire and still she hardly seemed timid. He muttered at her, correcting her with his name but it only encouraged her to taunt the man more. The driver that brought her here had disappeared like he had never existed in the first place, her eyes scanning that now empty parking garage before practically being dragged off into that building. Like building ever did it justice, it was like a fortress of hell.

Good ol, obedient Randall boy here was clearly low level on that pyramid here, but to create an enemy right off the bat seemed foolish. Or perhaps there was a method to her madness. "Where are you taking me?" She nearly drags her feet, she felt like ragdoll as he effortlessly leads her not making it easy for him or herself in the process. "You'll see, little girl." He uttered, near laughing at her in the process like she was nothing but cockroach. She was just another number, another cursed cat added to that sick little collection. Nothing more, nothing less. Of course, she couldn't leave well enough there, she had to open that mouth of hers. Not caring if she poked the bear of such a low levelled henchman.

"You know what.. Randydolphin.. I can read people and I think you're head is full of rocks. The kind of reason why they put directions on shampoo bottles, that's the kind of special you are." She could hardly stop that one-sided smirk pulling at the corner of her lips. She heard a rewarding snarl come from those dumb ass lips of his as he took a new route to get to that back area, a little off to the side where who the fuck knows what waited for her. Which picture would she face tonight? She wondered with half interest, her mind focused solely on picking at those seams of the vampire leading the way.

Randall knocked on the door twice, that resounding near final sound, announcing their presence to whomever dwelled on the other side like he was trained to. She swore she saw something close to worry written across the Randydolphin's face, which meant that the person on the other side of that door was hardly was someone she wanted to meet. Harley nearly felt that defiant, anticipatory growl rumble through her chest. She needed to pull herself together, she begins humming a song within her own mind, purposely constructing her own private sanctuary within this hell. That imposing vampire seemed to roughly shove her into that room, that jerking motion was almost enough to cause those glasses to launch off her of her face. Raising her free hand instinctively to put them right back in their rightful place while she lifted that gaze. It was fucking dead eyes with himself, with a kitten and a bloodied plate. Her eyes narrowed, every last detail of what she had learned about this peculiar vampire playing like a movie within her mind.

That jerk, Randall shoved her with a near violent force into that rickety old wooden chair, tucked away in the corner. That very action of that vampire almost took her arm right out of that damn socket. Her head whipped to glance up at the burly piece of shit who manhandled her with a venomous look. The beauty of those gifted glasses Matteo had given her was the mere fact that they could still see her eyes. No one was safe from that glare that she offered that good for nothing vampire, that glare seemed wasted as he spoke to the higher-ranking vampire within that room. He mentioned Risque and something about a collar and leash that she hadn't noticed before. What kind of s&m sex club bullshit was this? It hardly took a moment before a frown imprinted vaguely upon her face.

Her eyes glance toward that vampire she already knew as Darcy. He felt a little off, strangely so, his eyes in the photograph didn't do him justice. That feel in that room was indescribable as though the air within it had been squeezed out like a wrung-out lemon. Harley placed a hand on her pair of fitted black pants, while her gaze met the pointed eared cat, that was clearly no house feline as she sat with some uncanny poised grace upon the vampire's knee. Truly, it looked near comical from her point of view, her lips threaten to twitch into a grin that she had smartly willed away. How she knew a singular laugh would rain down hell upon her world. That cat looked at Harley with a higher than thou, judgmental fashion like how dare the woman be within her room. How easily it would have been to snarl at the small creature, perhaps even show her those intimidating feline eyes. It was Darcy that spoke, that broke her out of her personal entertainment to provide her with something else to focus on entirely. She was hardly prepared for that accented voice, it caused her head to shoot up. That was what Matteo meant... how he talks. She almost burst into a fit of near bellowing laughter then, her fingers hesitated midair like she was going to cover her mouth with her hand to hide that smile that so desperately wanted to give way, like dam ready to break.

Instead she placed her idle hands on her leg, smoothing out phantom wrinkles that clearly did not exist, biting at the inside of her mouth to stop herself from making some ridiculous joke. She could hardly contain herself, squirming within her chair. How utterly comical this whole situation looked. She could hardly stifle that amusement, but she tried desperately to cease what would surely happen if she didn't. Fuck, she was not prepared to be so entirely amused. The other subservient vampire offered to take away that plate, it looked like a dark bloody pool formed at the bottom of that plate, truly she didn't want to know what that blood was from. She tunes out the vampires while she decided to focus on something, well harmless.

Princess and Harley seemed to enter a good old fashion stare down until a sickening crunch drew her gaze upward. If that wasn't enough to stifle that contained laughter, she didn't know what would. He bit through that bone like it were nothing more than a damned carrot. Those serrated teeth glinting in the dimly lit room as his lips peeled back to reveal those menacing fangs, she could hardly help but gawk perhaps fueled by some morbid curiosity. Show off. Why vampires wanted to show off how scary they were, she had no idea. Unimpressed, Harley leaned back into that chair, a sigh near escaping her then. If he wanted her fear, he wasn't going to get it. That raven-haired woman seemed to show more balls that the larger vampire who somehow managed to look even paler as a walking, talking corpse could.

That knife within Darcy's hands seemed to be mildly concerning though, digging out the center of that bone like getting to the delicacy. That's exactly what she needed, to find out that the high cheek-boned bloodsucker was like a veritable Hannibal Lector.

Randal was dismissed like a servant and suddenly Harley almost missed the presence of anyone else, even that dumber than rocks burly man. She was convinced she could have gotten through that exterior given a little more time, but Darcy seemed like a whole other beast. She merely watches, unable to peel her own gaze away from that sick display. As he really went to town on that marrow, purposely ignoring her. Oh she knew better than to know he was ever aware. One misstep would certainly cause that very vampire's cruel mismatched gaze to land upon her. Harley nearly pulled out her phone to start fidgeting with something, but that would only draw attention to her that she hardly wanted. Instead, she stared, watching how her enemy moved, how expertly he wielded that blade.

Those accented words were drawn from him. Did he just call her kitty? It must have been that ridiculously thick accent like he was someone from the deep, deep south, she wouldn't call him hillbilly. He seemed a little too refined to that, and yet if the shoe fit. Was he faking it? She wondered for a split moment. Because he sounded like something from the wild west. Harley was content to ignore him, dismissing his words assuming it was towards that peculiar, regal sitting feline upon his lap. This was stupid. He was stupid, that cat was stupid, that display with the bone was stupid. When suddenly a jerk of his arm that sent a hefty piece of that bone chucked right at Harley's head. She saw it twirling right for her, those violet eyes widening. She knocked that chair over as she avoided that damn bone, it tipped with a perilous clatter as that bone hit the wall with a loud clamour at that contact. Harley stood up straight her eyes narrowing as that defiant flame flared to life, her fingers near twitching as if ready to curl into fists. Not only did that little shit call her kitty, but his douchebag status reached higher levels than even Risque's brother. "Dude, what the fuck is your problem?" She seethes, already knowing the answer to that question.

His voice rang out again, those words harsher as he reached for that knife. Twirling that blade forebodingly within his fingers as if suggesting that was what he was going to throw next. Her eyes never leave that glinting blade, her body ready to spring into action at even the faintest of hints. "Nah, you ruined my appetite for the next few days. Did you know you look like a fucking dinosaur when you eat?" That carefully woven sarcasm dancing from her lips as she watched with a studious for a twitch of those muscles that would make that blade to sing across the room. At the very least she was on her feet. Maybe it wasn't the worst thing to have a sharp object in your possession when around monsters such as this one. How she tries to find her footing, test those boundaries that she could.

"Can you please also answer me this one thing.... Do you really talk like that or is it fake? Please.. I'm dyyying to know." That sarcasm drew so easily to her lips a blade drawn for battle. They were off to a great start.

Harley Westward