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His eyes are haunted as he speaks, his voice lower as al thoguth of looking at other things goes away for a long moment.

"I am wanted dead. Every hand against me. I'm a killer and a monster and the whole world wouild ratehr I was dead. And some days I dont know why I dont just lay down and die."

But a spark of anger ignites in his eyes, almost looking greenish.

"I wont. I will not let them win, ever."

His words are bitten off, and he gulps down more of his drink, which sends hijminto a coughing fit. But wehen he comes out the other side, he looks embarassed again, and glances sideways at her, embarassed at his flash of anger and his coughing fit. The smile he gives her is decidedly lopsided.

She takes a sip of her coke slowly. Part of her really hoped that this wasn't what he was normally like, though she did find it a little interesting.

"From the looks of you, you don't look like a monster. And killing is a natural instinct. Animals do it all the time to survive, why shouldn't we?"

He blinks at her, his eyes confused, then he shakes his ehad.

"Sometimes it cant be stopped, sometimes it cant be controlled...the Beast within..."

he shakes his ehad and drinks slowly, his eyes distant, then he glances back at her.

"You have an interesting philosophy, ma'- er, Raina. "

His voice isnt slurred as much as just kinda out there, but he is still thinking, It is a curse for him.

She's watching him curiously. She knows well about having a beast within. For her, because she very seriously has a beast within her. It shows itself when she shifts.

"What beast are you refering to exactly?"

She tilts her head and shrugs softly.

"Those be the rules in the animal kingdom. Only the strong survive for a reason. And after all, humans are just another form of an animal."

He looks down but when he looks up his eyes are glowing gereen, then grey, then another color of green, then back to normal brown.

"Monsters of the mind... not meant to be let loose."

His voice is barely above a whisper.

"Pieces of myself, that carved out their own demesnes inside my mind, and come out to play sometimes, when I am stressed or wounded enough to let them out."

He shakes his head with an unsteady laugh and drinks the rest of his drink. Perhaps some small opart of his mind is working, because whne he signals a wait rat, he orders only coffee.

She watches his eyes with interest.

"If they're not ment to be loose, then they shouldn't be there in the first place."

She shakes her head, and there's a soft growl of frustration from her throat.
"I don't think that I'm understanding this entirely."

He looks down and sighs, his own tiredness washing over him.

"I am sorry. I... dont talk about this alot. he glances at the empty glasses he had, adn realizes how many there were, and shakes his ehad,. A light of sanity is in his eyes but he is still very drunk. When his voice sounds it sounds calmer, more centered.

"Perhaps it is the drink talking but it is easier now, but even so, It is hard to talk about.":

He sighs again, a long drawn out sound like the escape of steam from a tea-jettle, then fixes her wuith his stare.

"Have you ever heard of Multiple personality disorder?"

She watches him, and listens.

"Yes. I've heard of multiple personality disorder. Why?"

His grin si definitely lopsided, now.

"I have it, but my major personality is almosty always in control, except under certain conditions. You see, when I get angry, or hurt, or stressed out enough, then one oft he others takes over."

he blows out a long breath, still watching her.

"Ands that isnt all. because of my own stupidity and bad timing I got caught in a Gamma bomb explosion years ago... and now, when the other personalities take over, I change... physically."

She raises an interested eyebrow.

"Sounds interesting. So, what do you change into?"

He reaches for the coffee that has just come, his voice softer yet, btu still reaching ehr.

"Monsters. My darker sides. The abused child who just wants to be left alone, the college age kid who thinks everything and everyone is his to play with because of his intelligence and superiority complex, then Professor, which is the best and worst of me, the child and then college kid... and they arent normal either... gamma energy... changed me. The forms they take are monstrous, powerful, and very nearly unstoppable on some days."

His tone is weary now and he looks down at last.

She nods slowly. If she's supposed to be frieghtened, she's not. Just curiosity and interest show on her face.

"Sounds interesting. Do you remember, at least, what these forms do?"

He isnt trying to frighten her. he is just speaking, telling her what she asked, what is bouiled own inside of him.

"Sometimes, sometimes not. I dont know if they decide, or I do, or cicumstances do. Needless to say studying it has been somewhat hindered by the actions of the personalities and of those who chase me and them."

he shakes his head as he sips soem more cofee.

"If I could find a quiet enougj place and a lab, maybe I could fix it, but maybe not. I have tried before. So far, it has never worked."

She tilts her head.

"And these people continue to chase you even here? You do know there's security you could go to for that right?"

"I havent seen them here, which is why I have been able to relax at all. And Yes, I know about Security, but thank you. I even have taslked to a couple opf friends and maybe, in time, if I get the time here, we will be able to put together a lab good enough... maybe."

He smiles lopsidedly again.

"All I can do is keep trying, or keep running. And frankly I am tired of running."

he unleashes that sigh, then looks up at her, curious,

"And what, if I may ask, is your story? Seems as if everyone who comes in here has some kind of backstory that is interesting..."

"I am a werewolf. The top felmale of my pack too." She gives a small shrugs of her shoulders. "but I love being a werewolf. It's fun."

[ooc: need sleep. mind if we slowtime for the night?]

His eyebrows rise. He wonders if there is a Jack Russel in her world. He looks a little less drunk, but really, it is just that his brain wont quit working.

"Indeed? I have met a few, some good, some bad. Most just normal."

He nods.

"Does it take a lot of work to be the top female?"

(ooc: and slowtime is fine... *goes to crach and burn*)

She nods her head.

"Well, that's about what we are in my world. Some psychotic...some normal. Well most normal really."

She grins at him.

"Being able to take down a challanger to my position, as well as playing it up with the top alpha male in the group."

He nods. He has little doubt what playing it up with the top alpha male means, though he knows he doesnt know entirely, and he could be wrong. His eyes blur slightly and he shakes his ehad then as tiredness and drink both start to take their toll. When he speaks, his voice may be slightly more slurred.

"I dont know a lot about weres in genral or werewolves in particular. The legends always speak of having to change at the full moon and of transmission by bite or attack. I am curious, if you dont mind telling me, how much of that is true?"

He smiles, and gazes at her, noting more lucidly the fact that she is very beautiful, even as his thoughts skitter away from him.

She nods thoughtfully. She doesn't really mind setting fact from myth for people. She'd rather they get it right anyways.

"Yes we have to shift on the full moon, but any other night, or day for that matter, we can shift at will. It doesn't have to be full moon for us to shift to wolf form, but our bodies will force a shift on the full moon. And in wolf form you can contact the disease, if scratched or bitten. In human form, you could be bitten and sctarched, and aside from lots of pain and blood loss, you'd be fine."

Bruce nods as he listens. He wonders if he will remember any of this when he is sober and hopes he will.

"Ah, okay. It is fascinating. I've always liked Wolves. Never met a female werewolf before... definitely never met a beautiful werewolf before."

Bruce picks up his cup of coffee and drinks some, his hands shaking a little. He is very drunk now, and his control, which usually is very good, is mostly gone.

She nods her head at the compliment. "There are a lot female werewolves in my world, most of which fairly pretty or beautiful."

She notices his hands shaking and tilts her head. "Are you alright?"

He looks down at his hands and blushes a little.

"I dont hardly ever drink. And I think it is really getting to me now, plus I am, tired. Might be just about time for me to retire."

He glances up at her.

"My apologies. I think I should go to bed. I hope however we can talk again, sometime. It has been... interesting."

She nods at him. "It's not a problem really. I'm usully around somewhere."

"Have a good night."

He smiles and slowly gets up.

"My thanks. I hope you have pleasant dreams, Raina."

He slowly, carefully, walks to thre stairs and up to his room.

(ooc: and thank yas for the threading! I all thoguht this woulod be evil and stuff and it turned out to be nice! )

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