Rorie O'Bannon (roriemccool) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2012-04-16 21:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | garret, rorie |
Thursday May 6, 2009
Who: Garret and Rorie
What: Dealing with the bitiness
Where: Their house
When: Evening
Rorie was miserable. He had to send his dog to Finn's, just in the horrible case of him trying to eat Pete, he had to stay in the basement till Garret sunlight proofed the house the entire day before, then he had to drink out of the stupid donater pitcher and nuke it in the microwave. He kept trying to talk Garret into letting him feed off of him, but he kept saying no with threats of holy objects and water. So, he was stuck, sulking around the house and hoping that someone would fix things because while he stayed home. He was a bit hesitant to go to school after the last time with Bastian and he was unsupervised and hungry. Garret was prepared and trained for Rorie. Everyone else wasn't really. At least that was what Rorie thought.
So, he stayed home and talked to people on the boards and got told to leave them alone and stop peddling for blood. Waiting for Garret to get home, he tried to keep busy, but it wasn't working so well. Just after the sun went down, Rorie was outside. It felt nice to be outside after being cooped up. Of course, going into the backyard his senses were on fire. Staying still for a minute, he took off into the more wooded area. Everything was telling him to hunt and attack and when he found his prey, he went for it. Snarling, he tackled and sank his teeth into the poor rabbit and tore it apart, drinking as much blood as it had in its tiny body. Tossing it aside, he paused and went still again, a flutter and leaves rustling sent him off again. This time he was half way up a tree when he grabbed a fat robin in hand as it tried to take off. Ripping it open like the robin, he was a happy camper as he drank as much as he could.
Jumping down and tossing the dead bird to the side, he jogged back to the house and decided to have a cup of fridge blood to try and even himself out for the evening. Stepping back into the kitchen, he danced around to a song he was humming, not minding the blood or feathers on him as heated up his cup. Of course when he passed the mirror in the living room and saw his reflection he's dapper mood went down the drain. Grumbling he went back to the kitchen and sat down, sulking as he sat at the kitchen island. At least he took out the feathers from his sticky shirt while he waited for Garret to get home. Something had to be done.