Silent Laughter (OPEN)

[kiera]

Jonathan Willis

"Waiting for the end to come
Wishing I had strength to stand
This is not what I had planned
It's out of my control.... "

Jonathan, despite his current location, had not shifted. He was walking, in broad daylight and away from the crowds of New York City, on only two feet. It was a Saturday, which meant no classes and according to his Facebook update that morning, he was sleeping off a major hangover from a party he had attended the night before. Of course his drunkenness and now the supposed hangover were complete lies. He had always been a good actor and his human friends were more than willing to drink in his lies. Who would suspect that Jonathan Willis, A-Listed popular guy who always got the girls, would bother to lie? And that was exactly the point of the lie itself.

He breathed in deeply, savoring the fresh air scent and the sound of serene silence that wrapped around him. He had come here, to the lake, for one reason and one reason only. To shift. He smiled to himself, lazily stretching his arms as he stood on the banks of the water. Under normal circumstances, he would have shifted once he reached the cover of the trees and escaped prying human eyes. However, today he felt cocky and confident. Let any hiker happen upon him, he wasn't afraid of the forest. He was sure he was the scariest thing hiding there. He smiled to himself. It wasn't as if he could go around scaring hikers though. They would unavoidably tell some media source about the black jaguar in the middle of New York State. Now if he was a wolf or a moose or something, not as big of a deal. But a black jaguar? Not even he could pull that one off.

He crouched at the banks. His sneakers made a crunch as his weight distributed over the smooth pebbles that made up the ground underneath his feet. He grinned, his dark chocolate eyes were unreadable. A gentle wind ruffled his ebony hair and he raised a hand to idly push it away from his eyes. He wanted to shift, but didn't need to. He wasn't, unlike some, addicted to his shifter form. He loved the strength and the feeling of shedding all human worries and fears. As a jaguar, he was guided by his instincts. He let them take over, letting go of all but the barest threads that connected him back to Jonathan, to who he was. He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing in and standing. He turned away from the water.

And now for the fun part... He grinned as he reached down, grabbing the fabric of the loose t-shirt he was wearing and stripped it off over his head. He tossed it on the banks, his hands hanging at his sides. He kicked off his sneakers, bending to pick them up and toss them in a pile with his t-shirt. He stood barefooted in his loose-fitting jeans, naked from the waist up. A tattered belt held his jeans on low around his waist, his checked boxers quite visible. He stretched again, reaching his arms above his head in an almost catlike manner. He was quite well formed, muscled but not overly so. He stood for another moment, letting go of the last pieces of a human day. He had always preferred wearing less clothes when he shifted, for some reason he found it more comfortable. He smiled, glancing around as he prepared to take form.

"Flying at the speed of light
Thoughts were spinning in my head
So many things were left unsaid
It's hard to let you go..."

Character: Jonathan Willis
Tagged: X
Word Count: 705
Listening To: Waiting for the End- Linkin Park
Comments: X

[Shade]

Shaya Rosen
My boy builds coffins for the Rich and the Poor
Kings and Queens have all knocked on his door
Beggars and liars, gypsies and thieves
They all come to him cause he's so eager to please

She had walked out of the city like she walked away from a relationship, head held high and without a backward glance. It meant nothing to her, cool shops and tall silver buildings? She missed the wet, windy dampness of England, the accents too. While she had grown to like the American accent, she still missed the accent of her home country, with its many variations and tones. But New York was her new home, so she knew she would be back. The very thought caused her to frown briefly, before she cast the thoughts aside and approached the lake. She had taken a nice walk through the forest so was approaching through the trees. She was going to shift by the lake, her throat was parched and she knew she had less of a chance of being caught unawares where she could see all around her.

The lynx in her was purring at the thought of being free to roam through the forest, maybe even hunt a few birds. She licked her lips, curving her face into a light smirk. Her vibrant red hair was pinned up, though in her hurry many of the strands had fallen and were hanging around her pale face. Knowing she was going to shift, she had worn less make up than normal, though she couldn't resist her favorite purple eyeshadow, the corners flicking out like the soft fur of an animal.

She arrived nearby and kicked the small red flats off to reveal her bare feet. She slipped the black and silver skull teeshirt off, revealing her numerous tattoos on her stomach and the sleeve of flowers and birds along her left arm. Suddenly she heard something. Spinning round and peering through the gap in the trees, she spotted a boy. He had dark hair and pale skin and she was already smirking. It certainly didn't help when he proceeded to remove his shirt. She licked her lips in a distinctly hungry way and prowled closer.
By the way he stood by the waters edge and his state of dress, Shaya couldn't help but guess he was a shifter.
As arrogant as she had ever been, the dramatic girl strode from the trees, top over her arm and shoes hanging from one dark blue nail.
Fancied a swim? You know, that doesn't sound like a bad idea at this time of the year.
She gave a laugh and a wicked grin and watched him intently with her dark eyes.

[kiera]

Jonathan Willis

"Waiting for the end to come
Wishing I had strength to stand
This is not what I had planned
It's out of my control.... "

Jonathan hid his shock well. His natural aggressive defense kicked in. Usually it was other boys who irritated him to the point of aggression, or shifter-haters, or nosy people. Very rarely was it a girl. Well no, very rarely is it a beautiful girl. He corrected himself. He looked this girl up and down, his hazel eyes smoldering and distinctly irritated. She wasn't a great beauty in his eyes, but neither was she horridly ugly. She was dressed as he was, her shoes hanging from a finger and her shirt draped over one arm. He found he distinctly disliked the way she was smirking. It was one thing for him to be shirtless, and something entirely different for her to be. He searched for words, finally setting on the offensive. If he could be aggressive enough, he knew she would leave. He smirked at her, his eyes cold.

"If you're looking for business, I don't need to pay chicks to score." He folded his arms over his chest, holding her gaze evenly. She obviously wasn't a prostitute, but it was an insult none the less. Considering the way she was dressed, some might even believe she was a prostitute. It was true what he had said, well the second part in any case. Jonathan was handsome and he knew it, if he wanted a girl - he could find one. He was confident, popular, good-looking and usually not too bad of a guy. If you just happened to be one of those people that set him off though, as Shaya was shaping up to be, well then Jonathan was very unpleasant indeed. He wasn't sure what triggered his aggression. Anything he didnt understand about himself, he simply connected to his memory loss. Who knows, perhaps he had anger management issues as a kid? Perhaps it had something to do with the diagonal scar across his chest.

The scar, speaking of which, was quite visible at the moment. His crossed arms did little to hide the jagged raised pink skin that stretched from just below his right shoulder to mid-waist. He shifted, not from discomfort but in an effort to calm himself. He had been so close to shifting, mere seconds from shedding his human skin. His predatory instincts had kicked in, and now were screaming at him to either flee - or kill the threat standing before him. He resisted the urge to curl his lip over his teeth in a distinctly threatening display. His human vocal cords couldn't replicate the same sounds, but he could almost hear the snarl rumbling deep in his chest. This girl, one he was pretty sure he recognized from the university, should just count her luck she hadn't arrived seconds later. He had been so close, so deliciously close.

Why couldn't she just leave him to shift?

"Flying at the speed of light
Thoughts were spinning in my head
So many things were left unsaid
It's hard to let you go..."

Character: Jonathan Willis
Tagged: Shaya/Open
Word Count: 610
Listening To: Here Without You - 3 Doors Down
Comments: X

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Shaya Rosen
She told me not to step on the cracks,
I told her not to fuss and relax,
Pretty little face stopped me in my tracks,
But now she sleeps with one eye open,
That's the price she'll pay.

She liked the way he seemed annoyed, it made things more fun when they were irritated, it did make it harder to convince them to come home with you, but that wasn't the point. Then he was speaking and she was dragged back to the reality.

"If you're looking for business, I don't need to pay chicks to score."
She raised a dark eyebrow and laugh bubbling on her lips and overflowing into the air between them. So, he liked girls, always a reassurance.
I'm not looking for money, love. But if your gonna offer that as well...
She trailed off and winked suggestively, letting that hang in the air for a moment. Then she gave him a wider, more friendly smile and moved closer. It didn't hurt to be called a prostitute, many had called her one before and many would call her one in the future, the insult had worn off after about a day. Sometimes you gotta let things slide.
She moved closer, sensing his anger and loving every second of it, maybe a fight was to be had. Shaya loved fights, the thrill, the power. It was fantastic.
If he was a shifter, like she suspected, then a fight in animal form would be even more fun. Her lynx was by no means the biggest cat in the world, but it was a strong one and it had thick enough fur and skin to deflect most blows. Shaya might appear arrogant and relaxed, but under the surface she was simmering, like a volcano about to erupt. It was his choice was emotion poured out.
Maybe you should try calming down, I don't want no fight. I just want to... relax a little, feel more comfortable.
He could take that how he liked.
It was only as she took the steps closer to the boy that she noticed his scar. She gave it a second glance before her eyes flickered back to his face, it didn't bother her, she had a few scars mixed in with her thousand tattoos. His face however, well that certainly was appealing. Shaya might not be beautiful but she liked to think she was striking.

[kiera]

Jonathan Willis

"Waiting for the end to come
Wishing I had strength to stand
This is not what I had planned
It's out of my control.... "

Jonathan's lips twitched downward with disgust. "I'm not looking for money, love. But if your gonna offer that as well..." As far as this girl was concerned, he wasn't offering anything. If she kept up the way she was, he just might lose it. He looked away from her, inwardly seething. These were the kind of people he really couldn't take, not just because they irritated him but because he feared them. He couldn't afford people like this, who made him so angry. His aggression, fury, anger; for him it was like they were all direct connections with his shifter gene. Too much of any of those, too close to his boiling point, and he would just explode. He had learned that early on with his adoptive parents. He managed not to wince as he remembered the very first time.

It was shortly after he had been found. He was angry, alone, confused and tired of being asked questions that he couldn't answer. His adoptive mother had come close, he was crying with anger, just a small 8 year old boy. He remembered her words, they echoed in his mind. "Now, love, do you think you can tell me where your mommy is?" He had just snapped. His skin melting away and his sobs turning into snarls. From a little boy sitting on a bed, there was suddenly a fully grown, if slightly small, pitch black jaguar with fangs beared standing on the carpet. His adoptive mother had screamed, his adoptive father had come running. Things got better, but he wasn't ill. He couldn't be cured.

He hadn't been able to say anything to her. Maybe if he said nothing at all, ignored her, she would just leave him alone. "Maybe you should try calming down, I don't want no fight. I just want to... relax a little, feel more comfortable." His head whipped around, his smoldering dark hazel eyes locking with hers. He shook his head, laughing but mirthlessly. "Honestly, I don't know why you won't just leave. Don't ask me to calm down and stop with your freaking suggestions alright? I'm not interested and you should have gotten the picture without me needing to say that." He bent and snagged his sneakers in one hand and threw his shirt over one shoulder. He didn't need the lake, but he wanted to shift. If he could just get out of sight, he could shift and vanish.

"Since you won't leave, congratulations - you win. Have a nice day, just don't spend it with me." His words had a slight hiss to them and he clamped his lips shut. He turned away from her, beginning to stalk across the pebbled beach and into the trees.

"Flying at the speed of light
Thoughts were spinning in my head
So many things were left unsaid
It's hard to let you go..."

Character: Jonathan Willis
Tagged: Shaya/Open
Word Count: 593
Listening To: Here (In Your Arms) - Hellogoodbye
Comments: X

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Shaya Rosen
You hit me once,
I hit you back
you gave a kick,
I gave a slap
you smashed a plate over my head
then I set fire to our bed

She had wound the boy up badly, she wasn't entirely sure how, she hadn't done anything really bad. A little teasing mainly, but he had called her a prostitute and that was way worse than anything she had said. At least she thought it was and considering this conversation was taking place in her head, it seemed her opinion was the most valuable. She sighed lightly as he spoke, not responding. He might be hot, but really those anger problems needed some work, she promptly decided to forget her own explosive anger issues. She was surprised when he picked up his clothes and turned to leave.
"Honestly, I don't know why you won't just leave. Don't ask me to calm down and stop with your freaking suggestions alright? I'm not interested and you should have gotten the picture without me needing to say that."
She might have thought he was a bit of an irritant, with his low tolerance level and his refusal to loosen up, but Shaya didn;t want him to leave. Everything that had passed between them indicated he was a shifter, not something she had come into contact with in a long time. She didn't want to loose the only person who might be like her.
Wait!
Her voice was irritatingly pathetic and she flinched away from it, hoping he would turn around. She suspected he wouldn't though and it seemed drastic measures were needed.
She dropped her own clothes, they were forgotten before they hit the pebbles.
Concentrating she closed her eyes for a moment, feeling her skin shifting and twisting. A short growl left her lips and them she was on all fours and covered in fur.
Her brown eyes were tinged with amber and her fur was a dark, rusty red, spotted and flecked with black. The fur on her face flicked downward and dark tufts of fur pointed up from her ears, giving her the proper lynx like look.
She bounded toward him, drawing alongside him and gazing up at the boy with those wide, dark eyes and a grin stretching her lips. This was either the greatest mistake she had ever made, or the best one. Not that it mattered to her, her animal form had been screaming for release for too long and now it felt fantastic to be free from the limits of two legs.
She knew what she had to do though, she wasn't going to let him run off. She rammed her body gently into his legs, like a dog nudges it's owners, though she would rather not be compared to one of those vile beasts.
Closing her eyes she drew herself in, feeling the skin meld and squirm again.
Then she was kneeling in front him on the cool, smooth pebbles, her breathing hard and her hair flowing freely down her back and to her waist.
Don't go.

[kiera]

Jonathan Willis

"Waiting for the end to come
Wishing I had strength to stand
This is not what I had planned
It's out of my control..."

Jonathan didn't turn back to look at the girl as he walked away across the pebbled beach. He heard the now pleading tone in her voice, but didn't pause his steps. He was close, so close to losing it, and it was her fault. He would have liked to see the look on her face if he had suddenly shifted. He imagined her scream as he transformed from a normal guy to a massive jet black jaguar, snarling with bared fangs. He grinned at the thought and had to resist the urge to do just that. He heard the quiet clatter as she dropped her shoes, but paid it no attention. When she said nothing more, he assumed he had finally escaped. He was reaching the edge of the trees now, his grip tightened on his own sneakers dangling from his fingertips.

He stumbled to a stop as something furry pressed into his leg. He looked down, backing away with shock. "What the...!" He stared in surprise at the lynx pressed against his legs. It was rubbing itself against him, in an almost dog-like manner. The cat inside of him wanted to snarl and bat it aside, but he didn't. He stared down as the reddish tinted fur melted away and the girl was crouched at his feet. He just stared at her mutely. "Don't go." He didnt say anything for a moment. He had dropped his own shoes with surprise, his shirt had also fallen onto the soft bracken ground.

"You've got to be kidding me." His eyes narrowed, but he found he was slightly more interested in her, now that she had revealed her secret. He looked her up and down for a minute, she was still sitting at his feet. It felt strange and yet, slightly powerful. He crossed his arms over his chest once more, hiding the scar more by habit than by necessity. "You've got my attention. Though I would assume you only shifted because you somehow figured out I'm a shifter too." He stepped back slightly so he wasn't towering right over her. "Which brings me to this. How the hell did you know I was a shifter?" He narrowed his eyes slightly, wondering if this was the first time she had happened upon him...or if he had been more careless than he thought.

He thought back to her lynx form. An interesting animal, smaller than many of the bigger cats but quite strong for its more muscular body. He thought to his own shifter form. The sinuous muscles under his human skin mirrored those in his jaguar form. Even with the natural physical strength of the lynx, Jonathan knew that if it came to a fight - he would win. His eyes grew pensive. It had been a long time since anyone, shifter, human or animal, had dared to fight him. Perhaps this chick really means business...

"Flying at the speed of light
Thoughts were spinning in my head
So many things were left unsaid
It's hard to let you go..."

Character: Jonathan Willis
Tagged: Shaya/Open
Word Count: 642
Listening To: Headstrong - Trapt
Comments: I'm still working, but I squeezed this in. I know its short, but its what I can manage right now![/quote]

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Shaya Rosen
One track mind, one track heart
If I fail, I'll fall apart
Maybe it is all a test
Cause I feel like I'm the worst
So I always act like I'm the best

Her body was weak and she closed her eyes as a shot of pain raced through her veins. She hated shifting too fast! It left her body weak and frail, like a child. She was gripping onto the stones like a life line, afraid that if she moved too much then she would fall apart. She pulled herself to a sitting position, firmly in front of him, eyes defiant despite her weakened state. She watched the shock on his face with amusement, but her features didn't seem to want to react to her brain as she stared up at him, desperately wanting to kiss him, or punch him. Either one would be fine.
She pushed those thoughts from her head and rolled her shoulders back, feeling her hair brushing the ground with surprise. She raised a hand and ran her fingers through the scarlet mass of hair that was cascading down her back, she must have lost her pins during the shift.
"You've got to be kidding me."
She gave a throaty laugh that came out as a half purr. She did like this boy, he was very interesting. He hadn't run away screaming so she knew he would be here a while, he had to be a shifter. Judging by the way she was interested in getting closer to him, she guessed he wasn't a canine shifter. Though she had never encountered one before so she had no real idea.

He spoke again: "You've got my attention. Though I would assume you only shifted because you somehow figured out I'm a shifter too."

He only confirmed her thoughts and she gave a satisfied nod, more to herself than to him though. He took a step back and she frowned slightly, damn it! Now he would be harder to grab if he began to move away again. She definitely didn't want him going, he was hot and a shifter? That was a pair to perfect to loose that easily.
"Which brings me to this. How the hell did you know I was a shifter?"
She let out a growl that was remarkably similar to the one she made in her cat form, just managing not to bare her teeth at him. He thought she had been spying on him? She could see in his eyes that was what he was thinking and she was offended. She wasn't that bad.
I worked it out. Not many people come down to the lake and start getting undressed, not alone anyway and certainly not in January.
She gave a light shrug and looked up at him with a grin.
Anyway, even if you hadn't have been, you wouldn't have got very far, would you?
But really, we have better things to talk about. Are you not going to introduce me to your form, sweetie?

[kiera]

Jonathan Willis

"Waiting for the end to come
Wishing I had strength to stand
This is not what I had planned
It's out of my control..."

Jonathan, even though he had been quite annoyed before, was now only mildly irritated. He found that this conversation, while eating into his time in his shifter form, was interesting and despite himself, he kept finding he wanted to hear just how this strange girl would reply to his comments. She was still sitting, though slightly farther away now that he had moved. She was looking at him expectantly, as if she somehow deserved to see his shifter form. She didnt even know his name, or he her's for that matter. What right did she have to know his animal form? In his mind, none at all. Yet...for the sake of the conversation he might as well. He grinned, plus he wanted to see her reaction. He made up his mind. He looked at her and shrugged, still grinning.

"Say hello to Jonathan." There, he had given away his name, and now would follow his shifter form. He had already dropped his shoes and shirt, and so stood bare footed and bare chested before the girl. His jeans hung loosely around his waist. He took another couple of steps back. Within seconds, he began to melt. His limbs transformed and fur took the place of skin. He felt his canines sink down from his fums and his tail extend out behind him. If he had been human, he would have been smirking. Within seconds, a gorgeous, massive and intimidatingly muscular jet black jaguar stood before Shaya. He had been wise to step away from her. He now stood directly in front of Shaya, their gazes level. His hazel eyes were still the same. He stared at her for a moment.

Without warning, his lips curled back over his fangs in a snarl. A ferocious growl rumbled deep within his throat, vibrating through his chest. The same scar that had stretched across his human skin was now mirrored in his black fur. His long tail lashed against his hind legs, and his eyes had narrowed slightly. He had not taken kindly to being interrupted, nor questioned, nor pursued. He was showing it now, and truthfully it was better this way than physically. He took a menacing step forward, his claws unsheathing for a moment as he let the threat of his strength and physical power hang in the air. With a parting snarl, he turned away and padded a few feet away. He sat down, his luxurous tail wrapping around his paws.

Slowly, effortlessly, his jaguar skin melted away. Jonathan was once more crouching before Shaya. He shifted, preferring to sit crosslegged. His arms refolded across his chest and his face was masked. He was waiting for her reaction, and it had better be good. He had decided, before shifting, that should she be all stony and strong, then his time had been wasted and he was out of there. He would shift back and simply leave. His legs, even in lynx form, were longer than hers. He would run, leaving her behind. However, should her reaction interest him, then he just might be persuaded to stick around.

"Flying at the speed of light
Thoughts were spinning in my head
So many things were left unsaid
It's hard to let you go..."

Character: Jonathan Willis
Tagged: Shaya/Open
Word Count: 653
Listening To: Where Are You Going - Dave Matthews Band
Comments: Now it gets interesting...does Shaya have a little crush?![/quote][/quote]

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Shaya Rosen
I'm not like all the other girls
I can't take it like the other girls
I won't share it like the other girls
That you used to know

Oh good, the boy was finally starting to see sense and listen to her, rather than storming off in a huff. He had been so silly then. She rolled her eyes slightly, but quickly focused back on him. Her eyes were all over his chest in the second before he shifted, but when he did, her mind was far from how fit she thought he was.

The creature was fantastic, she had always thought her lynx was beautiful, but this jaguar took her breath away. His dangerous face was close to hers and she was intoxicated by those eyes, desperately wanting to touch his fur. He growled and bared his teeth and she was half sure she was meant to be screaming or running or looking vaguely intimidated. Of course she was rather scared by this cat, knowing it could beat up her lynx, but her curiosity and sheer pride won the battle for her face and she grinned at him.

He was muscled and his fur rippled with movement as he sat, her yes transfixed. She understood how his human form was muscled, another clue she hadn't bothered to mention. She too was muscled with her flat stomach and very powerful legs, but his jaguar was larger and his human form was. He was the more powerful of the two, not that meant anything to her if a fight broke out, she was no coward.

He melted back to his human form, much more sleekly than she had, she blamed all the fur she had and he didn't. Now she was faced with his arrogant face and the desperate need to say something both interesting and that would keep her dignity in tact, not that she had much left.
I gotta say, love. I am impressed. You're maybe even more beautiful in your fur than in your skin, and that is saying something.
She gave him a grin and a wink but continued quickly.
See, you ain't up for the kinda action I was hoping you would be. But since you broke my feeble heart, you gotta pay me back. Whatcha do for fun round here?
Her eyes glittered with mirth

[kiera]

Jonathan Willis

"Waiting for the end to come
Wishing I had strength to stand
This is not what I had planned
It's out of my control..."

Jonathan rolled his eyes at her first words. Irritation and lack of interest plain in his face and body language. He didn't care if she knew. Under normal circumstances, he would have, but these weren't normal circumstances. He was at his patience's end. Normally. Jonathan was in all actuality a real nice guy. He had just run out of that and now Shaya got what was left behind. "See, you ain't up for the kinda action I was hoping you would be. But since you broke my feeble heart, you gotta pay me back. Whatcha do for fun round here?" His eyes glanced back at her and for the first time since meeting Shaya, he cracked a genuine smile. It was small, but a smile none-the-less. He had hated her flirtatious "I want to do you" demeanor, but this teasing dramatic one was much more to his taste. He shrugged, unfolding his arms and uncrossing his legs as he pushed himself to his feet. His ragged scar, and a glimpse of his heavily muscled chest, were on display for mere seconds before his arms once more crossed over his chest.

"What I do for fun, and what the world views as fun, are two very different things." He smirked, though it was less malicious, now more of amused. There was a light teasing gleam in his eye. It was still rimmed with vague irritation and the warning that he could, and would, shift at any minute and vanish should she push his buttons or just plain bore him. Like he had pointed out to himself, he had better ways to spend his one day in his shifter form. He continued, unfolding his arms to brush some dust off of his jeans. As he bent slightly, his tussled dark ebony hair glinting in the scant sunlight, he revealed a hardened six pack. While most guys liked to display such acheivments, he kept his under wrap. The oohs and aahs weren't worth the looks of horror, pity and curiosity when their eyes inevitably went to his scar. He didn't want to talk about it. His arms quickly returned to be crossed over his chest.

"As for paying you back, and breaking your feeble heart, I wouldn't go so far as to say I owe you anything." He released a grin. "I was kind enough to reveal my shifter form, and my name. Wheras you so far have interrupted my day, accosted me, followed me and been generally quite a nuisance - without even the curtesy of the first name." He turned away, though this time he didnt really intend to leave. He gave a quick look for his shoes and shirt which he had dropped when Shaya shifted. "If anything, you owe me."

"Flying at the speed of light
Thoughts were spinning in my head
So many things were left unsaid
It's hard to let you go..."

Character: Jonathan Willis
Tagged: Shaya/Open
Word Count: 602
Listening To: Walking On Air - Kerli
Comments: Work, Shaya, work if you want him![/quote][/quote][/quote]

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Shaya Rosen
You've been acting awful tough lately
Smoking a lot of cigarettes lately
But inside, you're just a little baby
It's okay to say you've got a weak spot
You don't always have to be on top

His irritation at her simple words made her frown with anger, her face twisting into a harsh snarl and her dark eyes flared with anger. She might be smaller than him, weaker than him and gonna loose a fight, but that wouldn't stop her. It didn't stop her looking surprisingly dangerous for a small girl. Her fiery hair was pooling around her body and stomach and her painted nails almost curled into claws.
Look, sweetie. If you don't like the way I act, you gotta learn to deal with it. You ain't the only one with anger problems here, OK? I might loose that fight, but it won't stop me adding a few more scars to your pretty pelt. I am guessing you don't want that?
Her words were a harsh hiss to the boy, body tensed, eyes flickering. Then suddenly she relaxed, her body slumping backward and relaxing as her shoulders rolled backward and tossed her hair behind her.
"What I do for fun, and what the world views as fun, are two very different things."
She laughed, grinning at the teasing not in his eye, her face breaking into a large, genuine smile, more open that she had smiled so far. All traces of anger had faded from her as quickly as they had come on.
I had hoped so, anyone can give me the world's idea of fun. You're something a bit more special.
He moved and she caught a glimpse of his chest, admiring what she saw, she liked a strong guy. Not one who tried to dominate her though, Shaya was far from submissive. Her own stomach, readily on show, was muscled enough, far more than most girls, but her lynx had no need to abdominal muscles. She had very muscled legs, rock hard and lethal in a fight.
"As for paying you back, and breaking your feeble heart, I wouldn't go so far as to say I owe you anything.I was kind enough to reveal my shifter form, and my name. Whereas you so far have interrupted my day, accosted me, followed me and been generally quite a nuisance - without even the courtesy of the first name. If anything, you owe me."

Well, he was gonna play it like that? Fine by her. She extended a hand with a grin.
Shaya Rosen, there you go, two names. I believe I showed you my form and if I am so irritating, why are you still here? Not that I want you to go, obviously.

[kiera]

Jonathan Willis

"Waiting for the end to come
Wishing I had strength to stand
This is not what I had planned
It's out of my control..."

Jonathan raised an eyebrow at Shaya's little rant about tempers and irritation. His lips flickered towards an amused smile. "Shaya Rosen, there you go, two names. I believe I showed you my form and if I am so irritating, why are you still here? Not that I want you to go, obviously." He briefly took Shaya's outstretched hand, wrapping her much smaller hand in his own giant one. His grip was warm, firm and conveying not only his human strength but the inner jaguar as well. He released her hand and turned away. He bent, snatching up his shirt, though leaving his shoes on the ground. His arms stretched breifly over his head as he slid his shirt on. It was loose-fitting and quickly covered not only his hardened muscles, but the jagged scar as well. He turned back to Shaya.

"Well Miss Shaya Rosen," he brushed his hands together, getting rid of some of he dirt. "that is quite a good question actually and one I've been asking myself. I've come to the conclusion that although I find you irritating, you make good conversation. Though if you are so offended by my answers, believe me I will lose no sleep by leaving." He shrugged. The thought had occured to him many times over the past few minutes. He was wasting precious hours in his shifter form, and for what? A certain Miss Shaya Rosen? His eyes grew dark as her previous words drifted through his thoughts. "...it won't stop me adding a few more scars to your pretty pelt..." He almost reached up to stroke a finger over the jaggedly raised skin, before remembering he had put his t-shirt on once more.

She had obvious noticed it, who hadn't? But she had gone so far as to make a reference to it. He couldn't decide whether that irritated him more than if she had simply been blunt and asked him about it. He eventually settled on no. He absentmindedly fingered the edge of his faded shirt. "Why did you bother to talk to me?" His head came up and he met her gaze. "And don't give me the old 'I thought I had finally found someone who could understand me' crap. I see other shifters out here all the time, but I almost never approach one." He almost grinned. When there was an especially pretty girl involved, he made exceptions. But for that, he preferred going it alone. "So why did you bother?"

"Flying at the speed of light
Thoughts were spinning in my head
So many things were left unsaid
It's hard to let you go..."

Character: Jonathan Willis
Tagged: Shaya/Open
Word Count: 560
Listening To: We R Who We R - Kesha
Comments: Lost my muse a little. Whats our plan with this thread?

[Shade]

She listened to his words with an amused grin, her eyes rolling occasionally as she watched him. He moved slightly and she was going to stop him, thinking he was about to walk off. She hid her relief when he turned back well and watched, with slight sadness, as he put his shirt back on. Shame, she had been enjoying the view.
"Why did you bother to talk to me?"
He spoke again after that, but she wasn't listening, just thinking. She didn't have a good reason to be here. He had been nothing but rude to her since she had arrived and even with her arrogance and her strength, it stung.
You ain't the nicest bloke I ever met, your rude and frankly your personality would scare off a dead badger. But you are fit, I haven't got any other reason to stay, love. I want to sleep with you, I get that you are against it, not gonna stop me trying. A girl's gotta have some fun in her life. Come on Sweetie, give me something to work with here...
As she became, not yet angry, but bored, her voice took on the rough, broken and harsh East London accent she had used for the start of her life.

Professionals have confirmed that this is the worst post in the history of the universe. I can't apologize enough.

[kiera]

Jonathan's eyes snapped to Shaya's with obvious disgust mingled with surprise. She wanted to sleep with him? It was never happening. His mind brought up images of Dylan and he smiled, imagining the soft skin of her face smooth against his hand as he cupped her cheek and kissed her gently. He shook his head and turned away from Shaya. How could Shaya even think like this? From what he knew, Shaya and Dylan were close friends. Did Shaya not know? She couldn't, not if she was asking for this. His lips curled, or maybe she did and she didn't care. He looked at the ground.

"After what you just said, you have no right to call me rude. You have no right to call me anything. Maybe you didnt know or maybe you just don't care. But I've got a girlfriend, one I'm devoted to. In fact, she's one of your best friends. Dylan Mazani." He paused before adding. This last part was spiteful, but he was furious at the thought of even looking at - let alone touching - another girl that wasn't his Dylan. He shook his head. "I want to marry her, you know. I want her to be the mother of our children." He shook his head with disgust again and turned away from Shaya. He coudln't take this. He was shifting, and he was leaving.

WORDS! 420
STATUS! Complete
TAGS! Shaya
NOTES! CRAP POST
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
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LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

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