you promised no hauntings:. (juliet)

[dante]

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[atrb=background,http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc63/Jackmur/poemiddle.png] Dante wanted a change from his schedule. His life already grew dull to him, everything was beginning to turn into a predictable, ongoing cycle for the Shifter, even if it was a cycle that involved heavy risks and battles with the deadliest of them all. Who would have figured Dante went to school just to be become a Hunter?Yes, not a popular job among the life he once lived, but not one he ever thought he would doing for the rest of his life. He should have learned to shut him trap a long time ago, long before ever entering this glass encased hell hole, but he hadn’t. Like it usually did, his mouth had made decisions for him that he never wanted. Someone must have heard his complaining, because soon enough he was nudged in the shoulder and pointed at Carna’s head hunter, Seija. He icily tossed a glare over his shoulder at his fellow Carna and approached Seija. That was then he was guided to his new task. An Apprentice. That was the answer to his prayer? He wanted something new and all he got was a babysitting job? His teeth grinded together, this was an insult to him. He strongly believed in the saying ‘for those who can’t do, teach’ and to say he could not do his job was a slap in the face. They really didn’t expect him to follow through this, right? Yet there he was, being told to find his new tenderfoot, the one they were pointing at across the room that was filled with other Carna getting ready to start the day. Shoes were scraped along the ground as he forced his body to move forward. Deep breaths, I’ll figure a way to get out of this mess, he told himself and was true on his words. There was no way he was going to become someone’s school teacher. The tenderfoot, a woman much shorter in height, turned her face that had been hiding behind her golden hair and let Dante get a better look of who she was. His blood ran cold when he locked eyes with theirs. That face, was all too familiar to him. He knew her and not only just vaguely, but well. It was Juliet, a woman who not only haunted his dreams, but haunted his life at school too before he ended up here. Of course, now her face and the frustrating memories he keep to himself had come back with vengeance this time. She was here, with him, alive and here to create only more hell for him. He just had to open his damn mouth, didn’t he? Long steps were taken towards her while his face remained cool and inexpressive. There were no introductions, there was no need for any of that. He didn’t need to play stupid games with someone like her. Instead with one rough motion, he pushed her shoulder and collar bone with his palm and thumb, turning her around to face his direction and began walking, pushing his body against hers to make her follow. His hand slid up her shoulder and found its way around the back of her neck where he gave it a squeeze like prey in the mouth of a predator. He had his old time enemy’s fate in his hands. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad thing at all. Lowering his head to her head, he whispered fiercely in her ear while they made their way out of the safety of Carna and outside into the open. “What part of ‘don’t get caught’ did you not understand? Or did you just do it to spite the fact I wouldn’t be in here if it wasn’t for you.” The great thing about meeting with past enemies was that when you saw them, there were no mushy reunions or conversations relating to how they were managing their lives. Dante could get straight to his point with this one. Yes, maybe she really had tried to stay unnoticed, but was caught no matter what she tried. Either way, Dante couldn’t care. She was still here, stuck with him. “Let me guess, you just had to join because I was here, is that it? Still wanted to prove how much better you were at everything than I was, am I right? Because if that’s the case, you’re about to get a hell of a shock in a moment—keep moving,” He barked, his face as tight as his handle on her. Then a light laugh came from him and he shook his head. “You’re ridiculous, you know that? And clearly you haven’t changed one bit.” ooc; :X Dante’s such a jerk </3 hope you don’t mind the power play, if so just tell me and I’ll change <3 also to clear confusion just figured they should start at carna camp but make their way here to start their first lesson x3

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[juliet]

THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS
( • M E M O R I E S M Y G O D T H E S E M E M O R I E S • )

It had been a pretty hellish month or so for Juliet. Numerous experiments that seemed to do nothing but ruin her already fragmented mind, followed by a brief terrifying spell in this new world - only to be captured by the Carna. At first they thought her a Fulsi perhaps, but by the fresh needle marks on her arms, and her complete lack of any comprehension of where she was or what had happened - they figured that she was new. After a few days of torturous questioning, they finally told her that she was now a member of the Carna - and that she would die if she decided to go rogue or join another pack.

Honestly?

As if Juliet had much of a choice.

One of the brawnier men woke her this morning from her cell, dragging her unceremoniously by the elbow and dumping her on the cold floor. She was told that she was to have a master that would teach her the ways of the hunter - and she would obey everything he told her unless she wanted a solid beating. Panting heavily, she waited, only turning when she heard the sound of approaching footsteps. When she met his eyes, her stomach turned, and her jaw fell open a little. Of all the people in the world...just her luck. Scrambling as quickly as she could to her feet, she continued to stare at him - as if he were some kind of illusion.

"D-Dante? Y-You're alive..." she stammered, something of happiness in her blue eyes - he was alive. All this time she had thought him long dead, because of her.

Inwardly, her mind was reeling at this. For as long as she could remember she'd hated Dante, and everything he represented. She wanted nothing more than to crush him into pulp - but after their last encounter, she had seen a side to him that she had never suspected was there - a side she could have quite happily been ignorant too considering the events that followed. Guilty? Of course she felt guilt! Every time she remembered him, her stomach would turn as if she would vomit. And now he was here...very much alive, and with an unreadable expression on his face as he approached her.

But the happiness was quickly lost from her eyes as he roughly shoved her, his hand ruthlessly gripping the back of her neck. With a yelp of pain, she desperately tugged at his fingers, trying to pry herself loose from his grasp. But the year or so in hiding, and the months of experimentation, had left her weak and frail and she could barely shift his fingers despite putting all her energy into it. Stumbling after him, she jumped at his sudden hiss in her ear.

What part of ‘don’t get caught’ did you not understand? Or did you just do it to spite the fact I wouldn’t be in here if it wasn’t for you.

His words stung, and she stomped angrily on his foot.

"I didn't ask you to do shit! You could have hidden with me, you didn't have to go all kamikaze." she snarled, trying to move her neck in a way that it would slip free from his grasp. But his grip only tightened and she responded with another yelp of pain.

Let me guess, you just had to join because I was here, is that it? Still wanted to prove how much better you were at everything than I was, am I right? Because if that’s the case, you’re about to get a hell of a shock in a moment—keep moving

"Don't flatter yourself! Not everything is about you, you self-centred, smug fcku!!"

[/color] she snarled in response, kicking and struggling wildly as she stumbled to keep up. She knew Dante well enough by now to know that he'd continue carrying her head, whether her body co-operated or not - so keeping up was in her best interest. Finally managing to raise her head enough to get something of a glimpse of where they were - she saw the water and froze, digging her heels in.

Juliet hated water - always had. It was the only thing she had never tried to dominate Dante in - purely because she had never learned to swim. Dante found this out when he had pushed her in the pool as a prank and she had to be fished out. It was just about the only thing he had to hold over her head.

"Dante, Dante no. I swear to God if you try anything I will kill you. I will bite your fckuing face off. Don't you dare." re-doubling her efforts, she tried to turn her head around to bite him - but his grip was still far too strong.

You’re ridiculous, you know that? And clearly you haven’t changed one bit.

"Shut up, and let me go! I'm supposed to be back there waiting for my fckuing..master..or whatever."[/color] with one last desperate attempt to be free from his grip, she stomped on his foot and hit out at his side, digging her sharp nails into the flesh of his side.

Ah, what a lovely reunion!
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THEY DON'T MEAN ANYTHING OH THOSE MEMORIES
( • A S Y O U S P O K E Y O U R F O R K E D T O N G U E S H O W E D • )[/center]

W O R D S • enoughhhh
T A G G E D • DANTE <3
O U T F I T • DENIM SHORT SHORTS AND AN OFF-THE SHOULDER WHITE TOP
L Y R I C S • memories by lion if ido
T E M P L A T E • PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION
N O T E S • LOLOL SHE SO CRAZE.

[dante]

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[atrb=background,http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc63/Jackmur/poemiddle.png] It looked as though Dante didn’t catch the extremely rare glimpse of another side of Juliet, one that was actually happy to see him. Maybe he had seen it, but instead ignored it. He wasn’t about to let one little smile and his name that wasn’t followed by a string of curse words let his guard down. She was still here, caught and trapped like the rest of them. With that fact in his head, it would take more than Juliet’s personality being rearranged to lift his sour mood. The yelp was ignored just as the glimmering joy in her eyes. Dante wouldn’t let that phase him either. The merciless grip remained tight and unmoving as he felt her thin fingers dug and pull at his hand. He only squeezed harder until she had stumbled and her attempts came to a hault. He felt her body go stiff against his with her words. She knew exactly what he was talking about. With a loud hiss, he drew his arm around her neck and pulled her closely against him. That little nervy—he groan followed his hiss while pain shot right up from his toes to his leg. A burning pain pulsed through him. She may have weighed next to nothing, but she had a stomp that could shatter bones and in this case, Dante had wondered if she had done that. He wasn’t letting go. No matter how much she would fight with him, he still had beef to pick with her. He reopened his eyes which were sealed tightly and continued pressing forward, holding Juliet like she was nothing but luggage or better yet baggage which is exactly how he saw her now. A scuff came from him. He didn’t have to go all ‘kamikaze’? Who was she kidding, it was either one of them got caught or both of them did. If she really believed they would have escaped together, she was clearly a lot dumber than he imagined. He didn’t say this; instead he kept coming closer and closer to the watery shores. Of course she freaked out. That was the intention here, to make her freak out. He laughed lightly at her threats, only bringing her closer to the shores. He could just feel her skin crawl being near the waters. Oh yes, he knew he weaknesses, just as she knew his. When her heels wedged into the sandy soils and she shouted for him to let go, his face lit up before he laughed at her again. He gave her one quick jerk towards him and leaned back over to her ear. A sly whisper was made, “Ah, but that’s where all the fun starts. I am your master,” He said as another low chuckle erupted from him. He liked that term a lot more. Master; it had more power to it. Just as he was daydreaming with what he could do with his new title, she slipped him another vicious attack, this time breaking the skin beneath his shirt. The attack made him let go and stumble away from her with a heavy grunt. The marks stung relentlessly as he peered down and examined his shirt as red seeped through. With a huff, he quickly looked up at her and scowled. What a pain in the ass. He just hoped knowing he was in the one in charge of her would make her even more miserable at least with that he could be satisfied. He watched her carefully from where he stood, both feet firmly planted on the ground, just waiting for her to attack him. Then, when he was sure he was safe, he spoke. “Listen here and listen good, okay, darling,” He said through his teeth, his mouth formed a sarcastic giddy smile. “You’re trapped here, just like everyone else and just like me. We’re stuck here forever and if you want to see the light of day tomorrow, you better do as I say or you’ll end up cold and dead like the others, got it?” He said, clearly having a take-no-crap attitude to his tone. “Your survival is based on me and whether or not I teach you the skills you need to live. So, you better think twice before you run your trap again or you may get turned into a Carna happy meal.” Hmm, that should work. He crossed his arms and eyed her, still waiting for her explosive personality to come to life and try to give him more than a scratch this time. Maybe this time he got through her thick skull, he doubted it though. Drawing his hands down, he unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off. The blood had seeped through from his tank top to his dress shirt, but he didn’t care about the tank top. It already had an assortment of stains, all from his mistakes and experiences he had from living here. It was almost hard to tell which stains was blood and which were from food anymore. His dress shirt was balled into his hands tightly before he carelessly tossed it at Juliet, gesturing with his free hand at the waters. “You stained my shirt, better go clean it up.” Ah, yes, master was definitely the right term for this. He then perched himself on a small boulder and watched her smugly, continuing to gesture for her to approach the waters. “I don’t want my only shirt stained and since you’re the one who dirtied it up, you have to clean it.” He crossed his legs and watched her, the smile on his face only grew wider. “Your future depends on it. Now go on, get cleaning.” ooc; sorry for the wait again. HOPE MORE JERK POSTS MAKE UP FOR IT CB /shot

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[juliet]

THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS
( • M E M O R I E S M Y G O D T H E S E M E M O R I E S • )

He was rougher with her than she remembered. Sure, things had led to a shoving match every now and then, and on rare occasions they would actually get quite physical with one another. Perhaps that was because it was considerably unacceptable in that part of their lives. But here...it seemed very different, almost like a different universe. Already she had figured out that this was a place for shifters, but what else she knew of it was practically nothing. Already she had seen the brutality of the Carna and their initial treatment of her while they tried to figure out just what she was. The bruises were still fading, as were the little red and blue marks on her arms from the experiments - so many needles. Perhaps all this cruelty and brutality had rubbed off on him.

Gasping for breath as his arm wrapped around her neck, she wriggled and squirmed in his iron grip. He was definitely a hell of a lot stronger than she remembered - and that laugh. It caused a low growl to escape her lips. Yes, he was crueller than she remembered - but not by much.

Suddenly she was pulled tight against him and she tugged again at his arm - to no avail. Her entire body jolted at his sudden sharp hiss in her ear and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to turn and escape from his voice.

Ah, but that’s where all the fun starts. I am your master,

All her struggling ceased as her eyes snapped open and her jaw dropped. So God officially hated her. The God that Michael had described to her, the one that loved his children and guided them on the path of life - he was a lie. He had taken everything from her, and had now delivered her in a nice neat little package to her arch nemesis to control. Yes. Her life was a joke. She had no witty comeback, no string of foul words - there was nothing she could utter that would do this situation justice.

But with her attack, she gained freedom and scrambled desperately away from him. Stupidly, when she ran, she placed herself between him and the water - not a good strategic move. Facing him, she took a defensive stance and panted heavily, rubbing at her neck as she sent her most hate-filled death stare his way.

Listen here and listen good, okay, darling.

She wanted to punch that smug little smirk right off his face - and she would have, if it hadn't been for that show of strength. He had grown since their last encounter, and it gave hesitance in her violence with him - now not so confident that she could win so easily - or that he wouldn't kill her if she pushed him too far. The year apart had embittered him, and she honestly couldn't blame him with what she had experienced so far.

You’re trapped here, just like everyone else and just like me. We’re stuck here forever and if you want to see the light of day tomorrow, you better do as I say or you’ll end up cold and dead like the others, got it?

Certain words caused her body to respond to the emotions they triggered within her. Words like trapped, forever and 'do as I say'. As always, she had to go against the grain, and her glare only solidified on him. If he thought he was going to just boss her around, he had another thing coming.

Your survival is based on me and whether or not I teach you the skills you need to live. So, you better think twice before you run your trap again or you may get turned into a Carna happy meal.

Juliet rolled her eyes and crossed her arms across her chest, cocking her hip to the side as she raised an eyebrow at him.

"I'm quaking in my boots, badger-boy." she drawled, rolling her eyes. "You think I need you to help me survive? Darling, this place clearly isn't NYU. I can just about damn well guarantee that I can get by just fine on my own, without your oh so wonderful teachings. I'd be more worried about how you're going to get by without your precious daddy's BMW.." she retorted, the bitterness clear in her tone. It was no secret that Juliet had always had a particular hatred for Dante for what she perceived as a privileged upbringing. And that bitterness had only worsened with time.

When he unbuttoned his shirt, she was faced with his physical changes in the past year. There was muscle there that had definitely not been there before, and a healthy tan. She caught herself staring a little and angrily looked back at his face - she hoped he hadn't seen. The shirt came flying at her, and she watched as it crumpled at her feet.

“Your future depends on it. Now go on, get cleaning

Oh that was it.

Picking the shirt up, her fingers curled into a fist as she began to tremble with rage. It took all her energy not to shift and tear the shirt to pieces in her teeth.

"I'm not your fckuing slave." she snapped. He was testing the boundaries, seeing what he could get away with - and Juliet knew she had to make clear now that he would get away with absolutely nothing. Launching herself at him, she tried to shove the shirt down his throat, see how he liked not being able to breathe.

THEY DON'T MEAN ANYTHING OH THOSE MEMORIES
( • A S Y O U S P O K E Y O U R F O R K E D T O N G U E S H O W E D • )

W O R D S • enoughhhh
T A G G E D • DANTE <3
O U T F I T • DENIM SHORT SHORTS AND AN OFF-THE SHOULDER WHITE TOP
L Y R I C S • memories by lion if ido
T E M P L A T E • PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION
N O T E S • LOLOL SHE SO CRAZE.

[dante]

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[atrb=background,http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc63/Jackmur/poemiddle.png] A heavy growl rose from his lips. She would learn not to take things so lightly with time. He was once like her when he first came to the menagerie; cocky, stubborn and most of all unaware of what had happened to him. His tongue rolled along the bottom of his lip while his heart hammered in uneven, rage driven beats. His arms were held stretched apart, his eyes sharp. “I’ve survived this long, haven’t I?” He questioned. “It just makes me all the more wiser compared to the toothpick snob I’m looking at right now. But, hey, if you want to believe that, then be my guest. Just don’t come crawling to me when you’re at the brink of death.” He went to turn around and walk away from her while she did her laundry duties until he caught something moving in the corner of his eye. He turned and watched as she came flying towards him, jumping at his face like a wild animal. Mouth open mid-way to sound a protest, he tasted his own copper flavoured shirt being shoved into his throat. Her claws dug into the back of his skull and neck as she latched herself onto him, shoving his shirt farther down his throat. Once the wave of panic washed over him, he let out a snarl and grabbed her neck in one hand and the arm shoving his shirt into his mouth with the other. In one hard shove, he pried her away from him, his leg outstretched just behind her. He lunged forward at her, sweeping his foot below her, sending her off balanced as he tackled her down. The impact of the ground hit him hard, but not as hard as it did on Juliet he assumed. After all, he was lying on top of her. While she was in her daze, he grabbed a hold of both of her arms in one hand and held it above her head. That would stop her from pulling one of those again on him. He panted, out of breath while he glared at her and then reached over and dangled his shirt over her face. “If you really think you can out run or out fight me, then you’ve got a whole lot to figure out,” He said in between gasps of air. Adrenaline rushed through his body, his whelps and sores no longer stung or burned in pain. “You’re right, this place isn’t NYU which means whatever happens, happens. Don’t expect people to put up you’ll bullshit anymore, or you will be killed. I’ll give you a warning this time, but next time you try to pull one of those on me, the outcome will be very different.” He looked from her to the shirt then back at her again, refusing to move from his place till he got a clear answer since last time it appeared she didn’t understand anything he had said before. People weren’t going to shake from her sharp comments and threats like they once did. These people were killers who’d gladly use Miss Skin and Bones as a toothpick. ooc; so sorry for the wait hun x—x;! hope this is okay too <3 ….more toothpick jokes 8’D oh joy! ALSO was given permission to PP in this post <3

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[juliet]

THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS
( • M E M O R I E S M Y G O D T H E S E M E M O R I E S • )

It just makes me all the more wiser compared to the toothpick snob I’m looking at right now. But, hey, if you want to believe that, then be my guest. Just don’t come crawling to me when you’re at the brink of death.

It was those words that sealed Dante's fate, as far as Juliet was concerned. He didn't realise what he'd said, obviously. But Gaspard used to call her toothpick, on a regular basis. That one word drove her nuts. She hated it. And crawling back? Juliet didn't crawl to anyone (at least not anymore). She was strong, independent and completely happy with simply her own company. She didn't need anyone or anything.

Or so she continually tried to convince herself.

A part of her had kind of missed this. Not so much him, (or so she would constantly deny) but the conflict. Conflict was something Juliet was comfortable with, she knew her part well. It was when the conflict was taken out of a situation that Juliet felt lost and unsure of herself. Part of the reason she always created it, so she could be comfortable and good in the situation. Dante was the only man who had ever allowed this constant state of conflict. Perhaps because he was like her - perhaps because when it really came down to it, they weren't really all that different.

As she sat atop him, shoving the shirt down his throat, and panting from the effort it had taken to get him there - she glared down at him.

"I am not your slave, badger-boy. Get that through you thick head." but before she could continue schooling him on what she would and would not do (of course the latter list would be about a thousand miles long) - her air supply was suddenly cut off. His grip was tight on both her hand and her throat, and her hazel eyes bulged in surprise. Real fear ran through her veins as he suddenly threw her back.

The ground met her mercilessly, the rock scraping into the exposed skin of her shoulders. Then her head was next to meet the ground with a resounding thunk. A strangled yelp of pain escaped her lips as her head spun with the impact. There wasn't really any need for him to grab her arms - she wasn't going to attack him any time soon. Her body was limp, as she just tried to stay conscious.

You’re right, this place isn’t NYU which means whatever happens, happens. Don’t expect people to put up you’ll bullshit anymore, or you will be killed. I’ll give you a warning this time, but next time you try to pull one of those on me, the outcome will be very different.

Perhaps it was the knock to the head - but suddenly everything seemed to fall on her at once. She could never go home. She would be stuck in this scary new place forever - with Dante as her guide. She had to rely on him to live, as she knew nothing of the ways of this place - and they hated each other. He wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for her - and suddenly her eyes welled with tears. The tenderfoot looked not unlike a child as she tried to curl up, turning her face away from him - ashamed that she felt so overwhelmed and was unable to hide it from him.

"Get off m-me, Dante.." she snapped, her voice shaking with the effort it took not to burst into tears. "Fine. I'll wash your fckuing shirt..just get off." the tenderfoot wriggled her hips in annoyance, trying to shake him off as a single tear trickled down her pale cheek.

Sure, she acted tough. But when it came down to it? At the moment, she was terrified. The weight of an entirely new world rested upon her shoulders, and the only person who could help her was someone she assumed wouldn't want to. Or if he did help her, he would make her suffer just for his own amusement. But honestly? If she were in his position, she couldn't honestly say she would act entirely differently either...

THEY DON'T MEAN ANYTHING OH THOSE MEMORIES
( • A S Y O U S P O K E Y O U R F O R K E D T O N G U E S H O W E D • )

W O R D S • enoughhhh
T A G G E D • DANTE <3
O U T F I T • DENIM SHORT SHORTS AND AN OFF-THE SHOULDER WHITE TOP
L Y R I C S • memories by lion if ido
T E M P L A T E • PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION
N O T E S • THEY CREYS. THE CREEEEYYYYS.

[dante]

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[atrb=background,http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc63/Jackmur/poemiddle.png] He eyed her suspiciously when she got around to talking. Her voice wavered, with what Dante wasn’t sure. Anger, most likely, he gave a shake of his head. The last thing he was going to do was move when she had intentions of attacking him yet again. Then he looked more carefully at her face and his expression slowly sobered up to one filled with guilt. Shit, was she…crying? He hovered over her, unsure what to say. Well, he knew what he wanted to say, but he was scared if he pointed out her tears, it would just send her into a deeper spiral of rage which meant more fabric for him to eat. A tear lingered along her hallow cheek as she grumbled into submission. He won? Just like that? He was impressed with himself and most of all shocked by Juliet’s words. It seemed their hell is exactly what she needed to break that rebellious strike in her. There was a smile and then it was gone. Damn, why couldn’t he feel good about this? He won, hadn’t he? He proved his point, he shoved it in her face that she couldn’t live her life like the way she use to. He was the superior one between the two. Yet he felt…guilty? She had somehow made him the bad guy out of the situation. Lifting himself off of her, He clutched his shirt tightly to his side and walked over to the shore. The waves roared loudly, clashing into the jagged rocks Dante balanced himself on until the waters deepened enough for his liking. “Forget it, I’ll wash it myself,” He bit off the words. He didn’t know how she did it, but she got him to do what she was supposed to do. He didn’t want to admit he didn’t like to see her cry or the fact he felt at blame to make her feel so low after throwing what he considered cold hard facts in her face. Still, he leaned over the waters and dipped his shirt in, scraping it roughly against the rocks. A glance was made in her direction before he went back to washing out the stains in his shirt. She won this round, but the next one Dante would not hold back. “The rocks have tons of life on them,” Dante called over the waves. “There’s birds, crabs…all sorts of things. Try to catch one.” He doubt she could do any of those. After all, she had no experience especially in surroundings like these. It was a great way to keep her busy though and to avoid her flashing any more of her guilt tears at him. ooc; GUILT TRIPPED. Hope this is okay <3 x—x;

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[juliet]

THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS
( • M E M O R I E S M Y G O D T H E S E M E M O R I E S • )

His expression changed to something Juliet had never seen before. It was a bit of confusion, but also something else that she didn't recognise. Whatever it was, it confused her and only caused her to try and control herself even more. The last thing she wanted to do in front of Dante was cry, to be vulnerable. She knew him well enough to know that he would laugh and use it against her. After all, that's what she'd do to him - right? It's what she deserved, after all that had happened between them - what they had done to each other all these years.

There was that smile, that smile. His smug smirk of satisfaction. But just as quickly as it was there - it was gone, replaced once more with that solemn, almost guilty expression. Guilty? Dante didn't feel guilt when it came to her...did he? Her doe-like eyes widened as she blinked back tears - he had moved off her and was walking towards the shore - with his shirt.

She had won.

And yet she felt no sense of victory. Like him, she too felt guilty about how quickly their fight had escalated. There were no parameters like there had been in university. There were a completely different set of rules to abide by, and she needed him. He didn't need to fight for the upper hand - he already well and truly had it. And she had to rely on him, so she needed to tone her attitude down as well.

Forget it, I’ll wash it myself,

For a moment, she merely stood and stared at him, wiping at the tears that had fallen. The last time she'd cried had been the night Dante had been taken. Later that night, she had returned to his home and lied in his bed and cried. To this day, that memory really bothered her. Yes, they bickered and tortured one another mercilessly - but when it came down to it, she never whole-heartedly wished Dante to come to any serious harm. It was simply how they interacted with one another - with Dante, she didn't really know any other way.

Moving carefully to follow him, in exactly his footsteps so as not to slip, she made her way to be by his side. Still a little shaky after the fall, she lost her balance momentarily and saved herself by wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Lucky for both of them, the slip had only been minor - so Dante could remain where he was perched and Juliet had not fallen into the water.

The rocks have tons of life on them,

Carefully moving her arms from around him, she regained her balance and nodded, taking a look at some of the gulls and things perched on rocks nearby. She sniffed, wiping away any leftover moisture on her face as she eyed the water suspiciously. It was just waiting for her to slip and fall into their shadowy depths....

There’s birds, crabs…all sorts of things. Try to catch one.

Staring at him, she swallowed nervously.

"C-Catch one?"

Was he serious? Of course he was. Swallowing her pride, she took a deep breath and simply nodded. She wanted to show him some good faith after he had so easily moved off her and had begun to wash his shirt. She wasn't going to argue with him again just yet.

Concentrating, she closed her eyes and scrunched her face up as she tried to make herself shift. She stood this way for a minute or two, her face going red with how much effort she was putting in to try and shift - but her body hadn't changed at all. With an angry sigh of frustration, she kicked angrily at a shell and began to curse under her breath. She couldn't do anything right! She couldn't fight Dante and win anymore, she couldn't even damn well shift and -

Suddenly she felt it.

The strange rippling feeling beneath her skin, her molecules changing and adapting to her animal form of an Arctic Fox. She was rather scrawny for her species, and her fur was a pure white - the same hazel eyes staring across proudly at Dante. Her tongue lolled out, her lips pulling into a grin as she proudly leapt onto the rock beside him. With her claws, she could hold herself onto the slippery surface a little better.

Now she was excited - excited to prove to Dante that she wasn't completely useless. He was right, the place was teeming with life - and catching one silly creature? It was going to be a piece of cake. Prancing confidently to the edge of the rock, she peered confidently at a rather stupid looking seagull trying to peck its way through a shell to the creature that lay within. Smirking, she stepped carefully across Dante's lap and began stalking her prey.

Moving carefully along the rocks, she never took her eyes off the bird, and managed to keep her balance pretty well on the slippery rocks. When she felt that she was about as close as she was going to get, she settled back on her hind legs and pounced.

Not only was she about half a foot off her target - the bird heard as soon as she leapt and flew off to safety. Juliet, not expecting this turn of events, landed clumsily back onto the rocks. The momentum with which she landed slid her right over the edge and into the murky depths.

Water quickly filled her mouth and nose, as she writhed - trying to find some kind of footing to shoot her back up to the surface. But it was dark, and she had fallen head over heels - so she wasn't entirely sure which way was up or down. The tenderfoot began to panic, until she saw something shoot in front of her vision. A fish! The sun's setting rays reflected off the scales, and Juliet could track the ray back to the surface. She hadn't quite failed yet.

Kicking as hard as she could and using her paws to try and pull herself up, she managed to make her way closer to the surface. Getting a bit of power in her hind legs, she managed to move faster. Perhaps God was throwing her a bone, because he sent another fish directly in her path - and with a quick snap of her jaws, she managed to trap the thing between her teeth.

Triumphantly, she broke the surface. In her mind, she felt like a glorious phoenix - rising from the ashes! She must have looked regal!

But in reality she looked more like a drowned rat, only barely managing to keep her head above water as she kept the flapping fish firmly locked in her jaws. She made her way, doggy-paddling, slowly towards the rock where Dante was, her eyes full of shaky pride. She'd managed to catch a fish! And she could not have been prouder.

THEY DON'T MEAN ANYTHING OH THOSE MEMORIES
( • A S Y O U S P O K E Y O U R F O R K E D T O N G U E S H O W E D • )

W O R D S • enoughhhh
T A G G E D • DANTE <3
O U T F I T • DENIM SHORT SHORTS AND AN OFF-THE SHOULDER WHITE TOP
L Y R I C S • memories by lion if ido
T E M P L A T E • PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION
N O T E S • I AM DYING OF LOLS AT THE IMAGE OF HER LOOKING LIKE A DROWNED RAT.

[dante]

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[atrb=background,http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc63/Jackmur/poemiddle.png] Avoiding her stare, Dante focused solely on cleaning his shirt and nothing else. He scrubbed hard, as if that would wipe away the whole scene that had happened only minutes ago. Still, nothing happened, the stain remained stubborn and so did the frustrated feelings stirring inside of him. Before he even realized it, Juliet was behind him, wiggling from side to side as she challenged to balance herself along the rocks. She grabbed his shoulder and he sneered at her, “Watch it.” Though the quick grab hadn’t disturbed him, it still had spooked him. Being grabbed so suddenly only called for someone to react with violence. Juliet was just lucky Dante had been sharp enough to ignore his second instinct and not lunge for the throat. Instead, he perched stiffly in his spot, watching her with cold and calculating eyes. His lips twisted. Tilting his head back, he looked at her with a flat expression on his face. “Yeah, catch one. You know what that is, right?” He smiled at her. It didn’t take very long before things were back to normal between the two, even if normal to them wasn’t very normal at all. A nod was all he needed before he returned back to his work. The colouring of the water surrounding his shirt slowly turned to a pinkish hue as he scrubbed away. His hands felt like prunes now, but that was the least he could care about. His eyes were more focused on Juliet, who was now a cream coloured fox that jumped over his lap and into the waters. She was sure brave once she was in her animal form, which Dante could note. Especially to dive straight into water when they both knew she wasn’t much of a swimmer. The fox dived down into the waves, being overlapped by the waves coming in until Dante lost interest and returned to his shirt. When he raised his shirt to the sun, the stains appeared to have washed themselves out. With a heavy sigh, he balled the shirt over the water and gave it a hard squeeze, letting all the water run out of his shirt and placed it beside him on the rock to dry. That would have to do for now. He really hated the idea of waiting here all day for the shirt to dry though and even overnight. When night time hit, it was good to have long sleeves on, especially when you live near the water. Dante didn’t want to be covered in bug bites in the morning. To his surprise, the fox rose out of the waters alive and with a fish in her mouth. He gaped slightly and then grinned, impressed. Though it wasn’t a very big fish and wouldn’t make a very filling meal, it was still a catch. A catch on her first try. Hmm, maybe she will survive, he thought to himself as the canine paddled up to the rock he was sitting comfortably on. Giving her a hand, he leaned over the edge and grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and sat back down, dangling her in front of him. “I wouldn’t smile so much. You look disgusting,” He said before he dropped her by his side and eyed the wriggling fish in her mouth. “Enjoy that fish, it may be the only meal you get in a long time.” ooc; *DIES*

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[juliet]

THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS
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The tenderfoot returned his sneer with a little glare of her own, rolling her eyes. Touchy. As if she would grab onto him like that by choice. Ugh. Ew.

But as the hunting commenced, and she surfaced with the little fish, her body bobbing above the water like a little buoy - she felt so much pride. All her worries that had flooded over her mere moments ago were gone. She could catch a fish - she had proven herself, and she was going to be all right. She was Juliet O'Malley - and she could take care of herself.

The look on Dante's face, first one of shock - and then a grin of all things - seemed to inflate her even further. Looking like a puppy greeting their owner, she grinned herself and swam a little faster over to him. It was strange how she felt an odd kind of near-affection towards Dante at her success - she wanted to share it with him, and she was not used to that. Usually her successes were at the expense of others - but this was a win for both of them - and secretly she was chuffed at his approval. That thought was something that she knew would bother and niggle at her later - but now she was just so happy!

In their strange shifter language, she beamed when he plucked her from the water.

"I did it! I did it! Dante I caught a fish! I caught it on my first try!" the seagull incident was long forgotten now - and she seemed just about ready to burst with happiness. It was a side that Juliet very rarely showed, and she doubted that Dante would have ever seen her like this. Her eyes were wide and bright, and she seemed a lot more like an approachable human being as opposed to an aggressive psychopath.

I wouldn’t smile so much. You look disgusting,

Wrinkling her nose in a playful scowl, she pressed her soggy paw against his nose.

"So does your face." something of a giggle escaped her lips as he put her back down on the rocks. Making sure she was close to him, she shook the water from her fur and smirked up at him, her tail swishing back and forth as she trotted out of his reach so he couldn't exact revenge for her little water fight.

Enjoy that fish, it may be the only meal you get in a long time.

"Oh I will." she grinned, before her little nose twitched. Some pollen had decided to lodge itself in there, and before she could try to stop it - she sneezed. The little fish flopped free from her mouth, had a few flops on the rock before plunging itself back into the water.

The fox's jaw dropped, her ears and tail drooping as she just stared at the little ripple the lucky fish had made. Honestly...she could not believe her luck...

THEY DON'T MEAN ANYTHING OH THOSE MEMORIES
( • A S Y O U S P O K E Y O U R F O R K E D T O N G U E S H O W E D • )

W O R D S • enoughhhh
T A G G E D • DANTE <3
O U T F I T • DENIM SHORT SHORTS AND AN OFF-THE SHOULDER WHITE TOP
L Y R I C S • memories by lion if ido
T E M P L A T E • PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION
N O T E S • OH JU. ONE DAY YOU WILL NOT FAIL SO MUCH.

[dante]

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[atrb=background,http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc63/Jackmur/poemiddle.png] She looked like a puppy with her wide, dinner plate shaped eyes. She would almost think she were more of a dog rather than a fox if you saw the excitement on her face. She barked and yipped at him in a language he couldn’t understand, at least not while he was in this form, but he could guess she was boasting about her catch just from the pride on her face. His arms shielded his face as she padded up beside him and shook her white coat in his face, sprinkling him with the ocean’s water. He made a sound as he blindly reached out for her, but missed as she danced out of his reach. He glanced down at her and raised a brow sharply, displaying his displeasure as he swiped a hand over his moist face. “That’s not cute.” She yipped something at him again and then out of nowhere a loud sneeze came from her. His spine straightened as he watched with wide eyes as the fish made a bee line to the water’s edge before diving back in. He quickly looked at her, who appeared as if someone had deflated her and then howled with laughter, clapping his hands together as he rocked back and howled even louder with laughter. When he caught his breath, he pushed himself up and held his sides, which begun to sting again from the scratch she had given him earlier. He didn’t care for that though, at least not right now when he was too busy laughing at Juliet’s mistake. “Just like old times, eh Jewels? Told you this wasn’t a walk in the park.” Bouncing from rock to rock, he stepped back onto the sandy beaches and looked back at her before he shifted. He landed on all fours and clenched his paws, scraping his claws against the sand as he got use to the sudden change. “I’ll show you how it’s done.” Motioning with his head, he directed them down the beach where he started in a trot, getting closer to the undisturbed wild life. He figured he would catch a bird to demonstrate how to catch something and keep it from running away, but the birds were wary today and flew out of his reach whenever he was near. Eventually he returned to the rocks, where he leapt from rock to rock, clawing at its surface as he leaned over, searching into the dark hiding places. Then, with a snarl, he grabbed something from one of the deep holes that were along the rock’s edges and pulled out a crab. His teeth and claws had no problem crunching its hard shell with his teeth and tearing its insides with those long claws of his. Turning over to Juliet who was not too far from where he was, he proudly raised his nose up before holding up the crab by one of its claw. “Like eating at a seafood restaurant,” His tone was taunting. Like he mentioned before, he had lived and experienced everything about this place unlike his fox shifter of a tenderfoot. It was nice to feel that superior over her. “Just a small tip; make sure your meal is actually dead before you decide to drop it on the ground. Food isn’t exactly willing to be food without a fight.” ooc; eh fail post x—x; so sorry! If you need more to reply to, just say so!

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[juliet]

THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS
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That’s not cute.

It seemed as if she smirked, showing her clear delight in irritating him. In their time apart, her attitude towards him hadn't really changed all that much. It was almost eerie how easily they slipped back into their old routine. And yet Juliet found it rather comforting, that even in such a foreign environment - some things would simply never change.

Of course, as expected, he found her failure an absolute riot. Rolling and shaking and howling like a child, Juliet could feel her body temperature rising with her rage and embarrassment. While he openly displayed his delight, she simply glared at him, raking her claws across the stone to stop from launching herself at him and tearing the smug smile right off his face. A low growl rumbled through her, but that was the extent of her physical reaction. She may be dense and stubborn most of the time, but she could take a hint when she chose to - and she knew she had pushed Dante about as far as she wanted to (for today anyway).

Just like old times, eh Jules? Told you this wasn’t a walk in the park.

He was the only person in the world that called her that. It gave her a strange sense of nostalgia to hear it again. As annoying as he was - she would not deny (at least to herself, anyway) that she was glad he was here. But if he asked, she would deny it to her death. If he could hold that over her, she might as well just jump into the water now and drown. In response to his little comment, she rolled her eyes and followed him back to the sand.

"Ease up badger-boy, it was a sneeze - not a tactical failure." she retorted when he was in his badger form, so he could understand her.

Obediently, she followed him as he hunted for prey. Whilst he was looking for prey, she took the opportunity to try and get more comfortable in this form. She still hadn't mastered shifting, so she hadn't had much time to learn the workings of her body in this form. She tried running, jumping and quick movements - getting used to the feel of her fox form. Luckily, she's a quick learner, and was soon trotting quite confidently by the badger's side.

When they returned to the rocks, she poked her head curiously over his shoulder to get a better look at how he was killing the creature. Her eyes widened a little as he used his powerful jaw and claws to rip open its shell - she had definitely underestimated the power of Dante as a badger. She'd always assumed badgers to be fat, irritable, noisy little creatures - but with no real power.

Like eating at a seafood restaurant,

The fox wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"I hate seafood." she responded grouchily before lifting her paw to get a closer look at her claws - they were not even half the size of Dante's, and she doubted she could tear through the shell that easily. Setting her sights elsewhere, she trotted up the side of the rocky incline, careful not to lose her footing. There was an unsuspecting seagull trying to peck its way into a small crevice where Juliet assumed some little crab was lurking.

It was clear she was making a concerted effort to copy the way Dante had attempted to sneak up on the birds earlier as she crouched low and moved quietly towards (hopefully) her dinner. Choosing what she gauged to be the right moment to strike, she sprung using her back legs and pounced on the bird. Holding it down with her front paws, it was more instinct that drove her teeth straight into its unprotected neck - very quickly it stopped moving.

When it stopped moving, Juliet cautiously spat the creature back out, frowning as she looked down at it. She was no vegetarian, but she had never killed an animal before - and she had to admit it unnerved her a little. For a moment she simply stared, not really feeling much accomplishment just yet. But, waste not want not, and with a resigned sigh, she picked the creature up in her teeth and trotted back to Dante, dropping it at his feet.

"There. Can we go home now?" she inquired, shivering a little as the cold wind picked up. She was still pretty wet, and she didn't relish in freezing to death. Suddenly, her nose twitched, and she frowned as a strange smell filled the air. It smelt like wet dog - and it definitely wasn't coming from her. Suddenly, her hackles rose as she let out a warning growl, baring her teeth at a figure that rose from the water just behind Dante. With a neat little jump, she placed herself protectively in front of the badger and got a better look at the offender. It was a large wolf of sorts, but ganglier - some strange breed that Juliet definitely didn't recognise. She didn't realise, but it was a retromorph.

"A Carna and his little pet, how cute."

"F*** you. I'll show you how cute I can be when I tear you a new asshole, mother f*****." she challenged, her growl amplifying as another retro emerged to join his partner's side. He was a black Newfoundland dog, with a large scar over his right eye. He seemed feistier than his companion, and snarled at Juliet and Dante.

Well. Things just got real...

THEY DON'T MEAN ANYTHING OH THOSE MEMORIES
( • A S Y O U S P O K E Y O U R F O R K E D T O N G U E S H O W E D • )

W O R D S • enoughhhh
T A G G E D • DANTE <3
O U T F I T • DENIM SHORT SHORTS AND AN OFF-THE SHOULDER WHITE TOP
L Y R I C S • memories by lion if ido
T E M P L A T E • PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION
N O T E S • SOME IMPROV. LEMME KNOW IF YOU'RE NOT UP FOR THIS.

[dante]

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[atrb=background,http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc63/Jackmur/poemiddle.png] Dante watched in the corner of his eye as Juliet padded up to his side. Her head bobbed from side to side as she eyed him, curiosity burning in her eyes. Then she scrunched her face into an ugly scowl. Taking the last scrap left in the crabs shell, he turned around and swallowed. Then he let out a snort and brushed past her, hopping back towards the shore. “You’ll be amazed how your taste in food changes,” He said. Give her a few more days and she’ll be searching for the crab shell Dante left washed up on the rocks. Then when he looked back at her, his eyelids lowered, unamused by her hunting stance. Did she really think she was going to fool anyone with her fluffy tail waving out like a flag. “Hey, fur ball, what do you think you’re doing?” He called out after her as she began making her way down the beach, towards where the birds Dante had scared earlier had left. She never responded, she was too focused. Focused on the birds who were just infront of her. Dante sighed and sat down, watching her carefully, just praying she wouldn’t do something stupid that’d get her harmed. It’d be hilarious for him, yes, but it’d only lead to him having to drag her ass back to camp and having to explain how stupid his tenderfoot was. It seemed fate wanted to prove him otherwise when the cry of a seagull was made. He shook his head in disbelief, no way, he thought as he came sprinting towards Juliet’s side. She had made another kill? Maybe Dante had underestimated her, she must have had been quite comfortable in her shift. She was crazy, Dante wouldn’t be surprise if she ran around their dorm building in that fox form of hers hunting mice and squirrels. When he stopped in front of her, the bird was placed at his feet. He stared at her not sure whether to praise her for her hunting or just call it a lucky break. He was leaning towards lucky break when she whined at him to go home. “Why, got a date?” He said coyly while his look remained flat and unattached towards the situation. She definitely had so much to learn. Dante could only pray she would figure out her new life soon. Then, Dante caught the scent. He shifted his weight and looked back to see two canines standing before them. Juliet’s fur stood up like a ticked off cat while Dante took a step back and sneered at the two. Their scents were distinct; retromorph. Who did they belong to was unknown or whether they were just loner, but they were here and didn’t look like they came here to say a quick hello. Dante snapped his jaws and gritted his teeth. The dogs stepped closer towards them. Dante had no trouble with taking on the two. Hell, everything in him was screaming to quit the girl talk between Juliet and the mutts and just launch at one of their faces. But the situation had changed; Juliet was with him. She was inexperienced and as much as she’d like to believe, she wasn’t strong enough to defend herself. Dante wouldn’t let her get harmed in the process because despite how much he disliked her, she was still his responsibilities. Why was Dante so surprised when Juliet opened her big mouth? The dogs snarled at them in response. Dante had no time now to think out a safe plan to avoid the two, it was now down to fight or flight and Dante wasn’t about to fight any time soon. He shifted and grabbed the stupid white rat by her scruff before he steered around and made a run for it. “To hell you are!” He shouted at her as the dogs quickly chased after the two. He bucked forward and nearly fell on his face when one of the dogs nicked him by the back of his jeans. He flung his leg back, kicking them hard in the face and sprinted quickly out of reach. The black domestic looking dog yelped and held back, only to be replaced by the wolf. “God damn it, this is your fault, Juliet!” Dante shouted, sweat beading down the side of his face and down his back as he listened to the dogs behind him howl and bark after them. This wasn’t going to end pretty either way, was it? ooc; fail post is fail YAY DOGGIES CB.

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[juliet]

THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS
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Why, got a date?

"Yeah, with your mum." she drawled, raising an eyebrow at him. A date. How stupid was he? The only date she wanted was some time alone with the guy who had been administering her treatment yesterday. He had been extremely rough with her, which by now she was assuming was simply the Carna way, - and she wanted to get even. But that's not what she had planned tonight. Honestly? She was just kind of tired. It had been a rough few days for the tenderfoot, and she just wanted to curl up in a nice warm bed and go to sleep so she could recharge her batteries. Trust me, Dante wanted this too - Juliet is a cranky a** b**** when she's tired.

Cockily, Juliet was confident that they could take on the two retromorphs together. She'd just caught a fish and a bird - she was feeling invincible. And honestly, she was curious to see what it would be like fighting by Dante's side as opposed to against him. But it seemed the badger had other ideas. Just as she began advancing on the black dog, she suddenly felt herself being yanked by the scruff of her neck and dragged off.

To hell you are!

Yipping and growling furiously, she struggled against Dante's grip and tried to get at their pursuers - but it was no use. The tenderfoot was furious. Backing out of a fight like that? What cowards they must look like. And it was all Dante's fault. Not once did she consider that perhaps the entire reason he was running was to protect her from getting herself hurt. Her arrogance and anger simply wouldn't allow that for the moment.

When the dog nipped at Dante's pants, Juliet let out a furious bark and spun her body around. Using her claws, she clung to Dante's shirt, using that as leverage to turn her body just that inch more to swipe angrily at the wolf's nose when he took his compadre's place. That, coupled with Dante's kick, sent them yelping and tumbling over one another.

God damn it, this is your fault, Juliet!

Glaring up at him, she opened her mouth to protest when suddenly she felt it - her insides changing. She wasn't sure what the hell had initiated this shift - but she simply assumed it was her anger again. But with a surprised little yip, she was suddenly in her human form again. Of course, Dante hadn't exactly expected the weight change and she dropped from his grasp, both of them tumbling over one another into the shrubs. Landing rather awkwardly on top of him, she blinked her eyes wide as she looked down at him. She had never been this close to him before.

Well, no. That was a lie.

There was that one time when...

Ugh.

No. She didn't want to remember that. She'd spent a lot of time since it happened trying to effectively convince herself that it hadn't.

The growl of the wolf brought her from her thoughts, and she abruptly covered Dante's mouth, staying close so as not to get seen by the wolf. Judging by the good scratch she'd given him, he was having trouble finding their scent through the strong copper of his own blood. Carefully, she picked up a stick beside Dante's head and threw it as far as she could. It landed quite a way away, and their pursuers followed it in hot pursuit, assuming it was Dante and Juliet making the sound where the stick had landed.

THEY DON'T MEAN ANYTHING OH THOSE MEMORIES
( • A S Y O U S P O K E Y O U R F O R K E D T O N G U E S H O W E D • )

W O R D S • enoughhhh
T A G G E D • DANTE <3
O U T F I T • DENIM SHORT SHORTS AND AN OFF-THE SHOULDER WHITE TOP
L Y R I C S • memories by lion if ido
T E M P L A T E • PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION
N O T E S • SORRY IF THERE IS A BIT OF PP, LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT ME TO CHANGE ANYTHING (: AND FEEL FREE TO PP JULES AS MUCH AS YOU WANT.

[dante]

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[atrb=background,http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc63/Jackmur/poemiddle.png] It wasn’t any easier trying to out run a blood thirsty canine duo when the person’s ass you were trying to save was actually resisting you and your intentions. Then, like a cat that had been dipped on water, her claws unsheathed and dug into his sides, dragging themselves over the fabric of his shirt as he moved rapidly away from the dogs. He didn’t noticing her lashing out towards the dog that had just been closest to them moments ago. Dante was too busy saving their asses to worry about what Juliet was doing. The fur bag clutched firmly in his grip had gone to feeling like nothing to a heavy anchor in a matter of seconds. Dante drew in a sharp breath as he felt his arm being dragged along with Juliet, his body following quickly with them. He grunted as he hit the dirt ground, taking a few rolls against his own will in the process. Small stones and twigs raked against him as he barreled into the floor, leaving cuts and scrapes across his entire body. When everything stopped spinning, Dante slowly opened his eyes only to see blazing hazel eyes boring into his own crisp blue eyes. His eyes followed the outline of Juliet’s face and then traveled further down to see that it was her that was keeping him pinned to the floor. What the hell was she doing?, he thought irritably, noting how their faces were just inches from one another. His heart squeezed with something that he was unsure of, something along the lines of panic and a mix of other emotions he couldn’t read. Swallowing thickly, he opened his mouth to protest only to be silenced by the slap of her hand going over his mouth. He flashed her a sharp glare, still trying to figure out what the hell she was doing. They were trying to escape, now wasn’t the time to play one of her twisted mind games. His made a huff then suddenly went rigid as he heard the loud inhale of one of the dogs scenting the area. He cautiously turned his head, spotting the dog on the other side. Their nose was pressed to the earth, searching for their scent. He then turned to Juliet to quietly order her to hide only to find she had plans of her own. It took everything in Dante not to scream at her when he saw the stick fly over his head. She was going to get them killed. Then the dog leapt out of site in pursuit of the stick, just like Juliet had planned. Huh. He twisted his head back and looked at her, calming his irregular breathing. When he was positive the dog was a good distance away, he gestured towards the opposite direction the dogs had gone. “We need to get out of here without the mutts noticing,” He whispered, his voice husky with fatigue. Then he paused as he heard a howl; a distinct sign one of the retros thought they found their trail. “There is no way I’m going to mess with a bunch of retros with you around. If we can get out of here without being noticed”—he gestured to their bodies—“then I promise you, this will all be waiting for you at camp. Deal?” Sometimes he just couldn’t resist. ooc; *dies* dante is the most useful person ever to have around during situations like these XD

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[juliet]

THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS
( • M E M O R I E S M Y G O D T H E S E M E M O R I E S • )

Like Dante, she too shared a moment of confused panic at their close proximity to one another. The last time they had been this close was...well...Juliet didn't want to think about it - she never wanted to think about it. She was happy with the way her and Dante interacted. Hatred was so simple, and easy to deal with. It was clean cut, and didn't require any reciprocation for her to feel vindicated in her feelings. Love was something she had given up on years ago. Something she didn't think she'd ever really experienced - even a strong affection for someone, even a crush was foreign. No. She was used to being on her own, and she relished in that freedom. All her life she'd watched women succumb to stupid, selfish men. Any kind of attraction for Juliet was pure masochism, and she refused to indulge in such a childish notion - especially in admitting that there may be something lurking in regards to Dante of all people.

She couldn't deny to herself however, the strange butterflies she got in her stomach as Dante simply looked up at her. Okay. So maybe she kind of didn't mind his stupid face. Maybe his stupid eyes were a really hypnotic shade of blue - and maybe she kind of liked the stupid way he looked at her for that short moment.

Because she was on top of him, of course she felt him go rigid at the sound of the dog nearby. For now he wasn't really Dante, he was someone who was with her who she needed to keep safe just as much as she needed to keep herself safe - so her next move was really more on instinct than anything else (or so she would claim to the grave). Tenderly (not a word usually associated with the tenderfoot) her hand rested on his chest, silently asking him to stay still and trust her judgement for once. She wasn't completely useless, after all.

Juliet saw the surprise on his face that her plan had actually worked, and she smirked cockily, raising her chin a little with pride. It turns out she wasn't the only one who had things to learn.

We need to get out of here without the mutts noticing,

The tenderfoot nodded. Now that her anger had settled, so had her bloodlust - and she could think clearly and logically about the situation. Dante had been right to run. There was no way they stood a chance against those two - especially with Juliet, who had yet to get into a fight at the M yet (a physical one, at least). She would thank him later if she was in a good mood, for getting her out of there and being the calmer of the pair in that moment.

then I promise you, this will all be waiting for you at camp. Deal?

The tenderfoot rolled her eyes and quickly moved off him, pushing his cheek into the dirt as she carefully stood up.

"Oh please. You can keep that to yourself, princess." she teased, smirking as she kept her eyes peeled for any sign of their pursuers.

"And in case there's any doubt in that tiny little brain of yours - it is never going to happen. No more on that topic, if I start puking I'm pretty sure it will give us away." she added, starting to make her way quietly through the undergrowth in the opposite direction the retros had gone. Turning to face him, she tilted her head in confusion. "Hey...were they shifters? They had a really funny smell..." she asked, her voice barely above a whisper as they made their way through the woods.

THEY DON'T MEAN ANYTHING OH THOSE MEMORIES
( • A S Y O U S P O K E Y O U R F O R K E D T O N G U E S H O W E D • )

W O R D S • enoughhhh
T A G G E D • DANTE <3
O U T F I T • DENIM SHORT SHORTS AND AN OFF-THE SHOULDER WHITE TOP
L Y R I C S • memories by lion if ido
T E M P L A T E • PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION
N O T E S • LOLOLOLOLOL

[dante]

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[atrb=background,http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc63/Jackmur/poemiddle.png] The grin on his face only broadened with her dramatic reaction of rolling her eyes and twisting her face with repulsion. It was even there when he shoved his face into the dirt. His cheek brushed along the earths flooring, smudging it’s minerals into his skin as the weight of her frigid body was lifted off of his. He figured that was one easy way to get her off him. Sitting up, he rubbed his hand over the dirt, removing most of it from his skin and looked at her as she smiled at him. Both brows shot up at her challenge, motivating him to quickly spring back onto his feet and look at her with eyes that looked like fireworks were going off behind them. In other words, that was his way of saying “are you sure about that one?” He stood there in thought for a moment as she walked away from him, drawing that line between themselves and managing to look calm and relaxed in the process. Was she rejecting him? There wasn’t anything to reject! Yet, still, Dante had that impulse to get back at her. No one rejected Dante Poe and got away with it. A chuff wheeze from him and he trailed behind her like a lost lamb. “Ah, I’m guessing you still haven’t managed to remember that night,” He said quietly, creeping up close behind her as if a child trying to see what someone was doing without getting caught. “It already did happen. Deny it all you want, you want me,” He glanced over his shoulder and continued on. “If anyone is drawing the line, it’s me. I don’t need you, Capeesh?” A snap of a branch further into the forest made Dante flinch. The sound of distorted barking followed. Okay, enough with the jokes. They were still trying to get out of here alive. The last thing they needed to talk about was the past, or better yet, the cruel joke Dante played on Juliet to make her feel she had really lost herself. It was hilarious, Dante would argue to his death about that. Show up at the same party as Juliet during university and after a few hours she had her fill of booze and passed out on the couch. Juliet couldn’t crash there for the night and although Dante shouldn’t have cared what happened to her while she was in her alcohol induced coma, he still felt responsible for her. Yes, he passionately disliked her, but he had a conscience…not a very good one, but sometimes it has its moments. Not knowing where she lived, he took her back to his place, where he let her sleep in his bed while he crashed on the couch for the night. When he got out of the shower that morning and went into his room to see if she was awake, which, oh boy, was she ever, she freaked. Of course nothing happened, but she didn’t know that, or, better yet, remember that. He seized the moment and played along. She really did believe they had slept together that night and ever since then, Dante’s felt as if he held the trophy of ultimate pay back for all the hell she put him through. She hated him for it but, hey, as they say: don’t hate the player, hate the game. Juliet’s question brought him back to reality. He looked at her and blinked clueless for a moment. Oh, right. She probably was unaware of all the ‘pleasant’ neighbours they shared this place with. I guess it was part of the job to teach her all that he knew, including what little knowledge he had of the other species. His hair bounced back and forth over his face as he shook it. “No, they’re not. They’re called Retromorphs. They’re animals who shift into humans. They looks like us, talk like us…but they’re not the same.” If anything, Dante was more fearful of a Retro rather than a Shifter. To him, Retros were still animals, they lacked a conscience and therefore were a lot less hesitant to kill or torture. It was instinct to them and in their mind set, it was either them or us. “They’ve got packs of their own, too. I’m sure those two are part of one of them. I heard they had been in this area, but I figured that was just a rumour.” His voice lowered as he thought carefully on the subject. If they really were on Retro turf, just how many were lingering around this place? Goosebumps formed around his arms as he gave an anxious look around before picking up his pace. “C’mon, let’s get going.” ooc; lots of fluff in this post but I hope it’s okay? <3

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[juliet]

THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS
( • M E M O R I E S M Y G O D T H E S E M E M O R I E S • )

Of course he would bring it up. It was one of his greatest accomplishments. He hadn't been the one who had to deal with the ultimate consequences, however. So of course he thought it was the funniest thing since Adam Sandler. What he didn't realise, what she had yet to tell him, was that that night had a lot to do with them being here. Gaspard had been furious. He had seen Juliet shift once, at the peak of one of their fights - but he had sworn never to tell anyone. That night, in the heat of their argument, he broke that promise - and it was because of that call that the Keepers came for Juliet, and then Dante.

So, as you can imagine, unlike Dante, she didn't find it funny in the slightest.

Ah, I’m guessing you still haven’t managed to remember that night,

Her jaw tensed, and she kept walking - not wanting to get into this with him this early on in their reunion. And yet, it was bound to happen sometime, wasn't it? He couldn't keep his smug little mouth shut.

It already did happen. Deny it all you want, you want me,

The tenderfoot's cheeks flushed with fury and she turned, grabbing his arm roughly so he was forced to face her. Her back straight, she glared up at him as she stood barely a few inches from him.

"Shut up Dante. Don't profess to know anything about what I want - especially when it concerns you. All I want from you is for you to teach me what I need to know so I can go off on my own and never have to see your face ever again." she snapped, an unusual amount of scorn in her tone. She seemed genuine, even if she didn't feel that all the way to her core. Sure they fought, and it was all about the passionate anger at the time, the irrational vengeance. But this wasn't passionate or irrational - this was logical scorn, she was calm (well, calm for Juliet, anyway).

If anyone is drawing the line, it’s me. I don’t need you, Capeesh?

The tenderfoot rolled her eyes again and continued off through the bush, waving her hand dismissively at him. There was a little tightening in her chest at his words that she didn't want to think about or even acknowledge had happened.

No, they’re not. They’re called Retromorphs. They’re animals who shift into humans. They looks like us, talk like us…but they’re not the same. They’ve got packs of their own, too. I’m sure those two are part of one of them. I heard they had been in this area, but I figured that was just a rumour.

Juliet blinked in surprise, a million questions running through her mind. Animals that turned into humans...how curious. She nodded and continued walking, slowing a little so they were side by side. She didn't particularly relish in being too far ahead if these 'Retromorphs' caught up. There was suddenly a bit of anxiety on Dante's face, and she frowned. She didn't like it when he was nervous here - especially when she didn't know barely anything about how this place worked.

It struck her then that she kind of needed him a lot more than she was willing to admit - and she remembered how cruel she had just been. It wasn't that she...hated him as much. He just stimulated a lot more emotion in her than other people, and she didn't know how to handle that - anger was just easier. With a heavy sigh, she frowned and ran a hand through her hair as she followed by his side through the woods. She fidgeted with the little silver cross around her neck, and could practically hear Michael's voice in her mind letting her know what she had to do. They couldn't act like they did in NYU, they were relying on one another (moreso Juliet relying on Dante), so it was up to her to make things at least a little right with him.

"Look...that was pretty harsh...what I said before. I just..." she cleared her throat. "Don't really...I thought you were dead. And now it's like...we're back in school again and...it's just weird." she was terrible at explaining herself. It would have just taken a simple sorry, but she just couldn't bring herself to say it.

But at least she was making some sort of effort to smooth things over slightly.

THEY DON'T MEAN ANYTHING OH THOSE MEMORIES
( • A S Y O U S P O K E Y O U R F O R K E D T O N G U E S H O W E D • )

W O R D S • enoughhhh
T A G G E D • DANTE <3
O U T F I T • DENIM SHORT SHORTS AND AN OFF-THE SHOULDER WHITE TOP
L Y R I C S • memories by lion if ido
T E M P L A T E • PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION
N O T E S • LOLOLOLOLOL

[dante]

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[atrb=background,http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc63/Jackmur/poemiddle.png] His features stretched and widen dramatically while he cocked his head like a confused dog. He was inches behind her as he kept making that ‘I’m waiting!’ gesture behind her, anticipating a comment that would cut about that night. But she said nothing, which said more to him than anything she could say. That was right, she had no excuse or defence about what ‘happened’ that night. He contained his chuckles and smiled victoriously. The smile was wiped off and tucked safely behind a wall of steel when Juliet whirled around. Her move was so quick; he didn’t have time to protect himself from what he anticipated as an attack. She snatched up his arm and pulled him, stringing him along as he stumbled forward and looked carefully at her face. “Fine,” He bit off the words after a long and dreadful pause. That look in her eye was more intimidating than any threat she could ever make to him. He felt sour from the inside out after what she had said. It was not exactly what she said that made his gut twist, but how she said it. Her eyes, her mouth, her voice—everything about it screamed pure hatred. So what? He wanted to get this over with too, at least he thought this. He was silent after that, just following behind Juliet while making sure the dogs were far, far away from them. He didn’t feel like saying anything after that. What bothered him about this whole thing was he wasn’t sure if he was experiencing guilt or anger towards Juliet. Clearly he had hit a nerve that made her feel lower than low, but at the same time he felt insulted to be seen as an object only to be used and then thrown away when not useful. Maybe they were just always meant to be like this; enemies. You’d think in a time where your life was at risk and death wasn’t uncommon, it would make two people bond together to fight these forces. But not them, it would just lead to more violence and death. Enemies for life, rather than a chance to change and make things right. Much like before, her voice brought him from out of a trance and focused solely on her. Rubbing his neck awkwardly, he turned the other way and looked in the other direction. With eyes sealed shut, he exhaled slowly and then looked at Juliet. His facial features softened at the look of her. She was fiddling with the cross on her necklaces, as if consulting with ‘the big man’ himself. That would explain why she would be apologizing for her actions, which as far as Dante was concerned was as rare as seeing a unicorn prance out in front of you and say hello. Besides all that, she really did seem…sincere and even anxious for his reply. Maybe she was hoping for a chance as much as he had? “I get it,” He muttered to her, even offering a brief smile before looking forward. “It’s overwhelming, I know, but it’ll get better. I promise.” Whatever that was, he was sure of it. Not a moment too soon, he took hold of her wrist and quickly jumped into a sprint. Looking back at her, his face gave her that famous smug smirk before saying, “C’mon, let’s get going. I’ve got plenty of things to teach you.” Boy, was that not the understatement of the year? ooc; end of thread? Unless you have more to add? >D AND ONTO A NEW THREAD YAYAYAY <3

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