Heather Jao (tigershark) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2009-04-30 16:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | fenrir, heather |
Sunday: 10/28/07
Who: Heather and Fenrir (dun dun DUUNNN!)
When: Sunday night
Where: Fenrir's apartment
What: Heather is gonna rip his balls off and shove them down his throat!
Rating: R for violence and language
Heather was furious. FUCKING FURIOUS! The condescending little note. The raw meat. And just her general hatred of Fenrir and pretty much everything he represented to her. He was just like every asshole who had ever told her she was 'just a girl' and therefore couldn't play with the big boys. Well, she'd proved them all wrong (sending some to the emergency room in the process), and she'd prove Fenrir wrong too. Fucker was going DOWN!
Storming through the halls, her bare hands clenched around the pieces of meat he'd given her, she left a trail of blood and other juices in her wake. Her hands were squeezing the flesh... punishing it... and she hoped she'd soon have the chance to do the same sort of damage to his face. She knew she probably should have taken some time to cool off and really think about what she was doing, but Heather was just too damn mad. Meditating and/or praying wouldn't work this time. Hitting a punching bag wouldn't deliver the same sort of satisfaction. She needed to attack this problem head on. Destroy the source. The symptoms would go away once the problem was dead and buried.
Arriving at Fenrir's door, Heather slammed her fist full of meat against it with all her might. The door frame rattled violently, protesting her greeting. "OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!" she said in a growl. It was a good thing Saffron was gone, because Heather didn't want to put her friend in an awkward position to punish her.