WHO: Scarlett and Jarrod WHEN: A few nights ago WHAT: Scar’s back in town WARNINGS: language, violence type things and threats, also some possible making up going on
SCARLETT: After almost a month of trying to get as far away from Jarrod and what he did, Scarlett found herself back in the town where he was. Even worse, she was hidden in the shadows, watching him through a window. He disgusted her, pissed her off in a personal way more than anyone else had ever managed to, yet she was drawn to him. She had all intentions of making him pay for what he had done to her, yet as she watched him, part of her actually wanted to go to him. She was fighting a war with herself in her head.
JARROD: Jarrod was inside the crypt he'd been using as his training facility. He was taking his upcoming SFA debut *very* seriously, and was focused on a heavy punching bag, throwing an array of punches and kicks into it, looking for anyone who might have seen him to be a living weapon. His eyes were intense, and as he had since Scarlett left... he looked PISSED.
SCARLETT: Scarlett watched as he worked the bag, the look on his face and the intensity he was going at it making it all the more interesting a show. When she caught her tongue sliding slowly over her bottom lip, she knew which side was going to end up winning the battle. But, since he seemed to be already worked up, maybe she could get one good fight in before she let herself possibly forgive him. She opened the heavy door of the crypt and let it slam loudly behind her.
JARROD: That distracted him enough that his last kick literally shredded the bag, covering him with the dust and sand that had filled it. He looked at her, blinking in surprise. "....Scar?"
SCARLETT: She nodded when he spoke her name. Just one single nod. She took a few steps closer, her eyes still full of rage. “You didn’t think that I would just disappear forever, did you?” She said, her voice cold. “I would never let you have it that easy.”
JARROD: "Scar... look. Just..." He growled, before punching a huge crack-filled crevice into the stone wall. He HATED this... even though he knew it had to be done. "I'm sorry. I hate saying it, but I am. I was weak. Still gettign used to what I am, and the impulses that come with it."
SCARLETT: Scarlett had to suppress the tiny shiver she felt her body wanting to do when his fist hit the wall. She made herself focus on her anger instead. “I’m sorry.” She mimicked in a whiny voice. “Do you even know how pathetic you sound?” Granted, the apology meant a lot to her, she knew it was something he was not a fan of, but she would never let on. “I don’t want to hear your bullshit lines. There is no excuse that you could come up with that would make what happened seem like less than what it was.”
JARROD: Ok. Now... as a human? He'd have never done this. But sicne being turned? Let's just say Jarrod had some anger issues. And being mocked? Not a way to circumvent them. He shot a hand over with lightning speed, grabbing her by the throat and pinning her that way to the wall. "Never... mock... me... again."
SCARLETT: Scarlett managed a strained laugh with his fingers still around her throat. She had never felt threatened by him and even now, she was still not worried, though if she had a pulse it would have been racing. “And if I do?” she asked, a smirk spreading across her lips. “What is it you think you can do about it?”
JARROD: "I love you... but do it again and I will tear your head from your neck." Yeah... to him? That made sense. "Either you accept my apology... and that's that... or you get the fuck out before I decide to do it."
SCARLETT: She couldn’t deny the feelings she got when he had that look in his eye, the same one as when he killed. But she could try. “You don’t have the balls.” She spat. “I could follow you around and make your eternity hell and you still wouldn’t be able to do it. I made you. You’re bound to me.” Her eyes sparkled with amusement.
JARROD: "I *am* bound to you... but I will NOT tolerate anyone mocking me. Be pissed... yell at me if you feel you need to... but never make light of me, Scarlett. It *will* be the last thing you do." He let go of her there, the dark look in his eyes showing that... he actually WAS serious.
SCARLETT: When he let go of her, Scarlett pushed herself off of the wall and stepped behind him, wrapping an arm around his neck as she went, dragging her nails along his skin. As she got behind him, she snapped his head back. “Don’t threaten me.” She told him.
JARROD: It occurred to him there, that if it came down to it? A battle between the two would likely be a thing for the ages. She was far older and more experienced than he... yet he had the fighting prowess and training that only got more vicious after being turned. Sadly? It turned him on. "You're sexy as hell when you're pissed... you know that?"
SCARLETT: Scarlett’s smirk returned. Other than that, she made no move to acknowledge his comment at all. “Was it worth it?” After all, she had a right to know. “Was she any good Jarrod?” Which in its self could be a trick question. Almost any answer given could be a wrong one in this case, but she was looking for more than more fuel to the fight. She was actually curious, wanted to know.
JARROD: And sadly? Jarrod wasn't the lying type. "She was good." He admitted, smirking at her. "Not like what we have... far from it, actually. but the girl was quite... enthusiastic."
SCARLETT: That she had not been expecting. For him to just out and say it like that. She had to give him points for having the balls to say it to her face. Her smirk faded into a scowl. “I will kill her, you know this?” she asked, but didn’t wait for an answer. “And maybe then people in this town will learn to keep their dirty little fingers off of what’s mine.”
JARROD: "You know what? More power to you." He said, laughing. Hey... Ariana was gorgeous. And good in bed. But she was a one-night-stand. Nothing that meant anything to him, really. "Have at it."
SCARLETT: “I will.” She said, not that she needed his permission, or his approval. Scarlet moved in front of him, grabbing the front of his clothing. “And if you ever even do so much as think about pulling anything like this again,” She leaned forward on her boots, making herself a little taller to try and get eye level with him, her face only a few inches from his, “I will fucking kill you too.” She hissed.
JARROD: "From now on, baby?" Oh yeah... that cocky grin was back. Either he didn't believe her, was turned on by it... or something in the middle. "No other girls unless I get your permission... or we share."
SCARLETT: “And if you think you’re getting any of those in the near future, then you’re crazier than you’ve ever been.” She replied, letting his clothes out of her grasp and sliding her arms around his neck in an embrace. “And I really hope you were miserable without me, at least in some part.” Because she had been without him, though she’d never admit to that either.