Room 406, very, very early

[izzyalienqueen]

Lonnie slowly woke up, cursing quietly because her head hurt so badly. Without moving, she thought back over her night, trying to figure out what the hell she did to make it feel like she and Rath had spent the night drinking, smoking and playing some of their more kinkier games.

She remembered hanging out on the street corner. That one guy was hot but there was no way she was gonna pay. Then the two other likely prospects got distracted by that bitch. The bar looked like a good place to pass some time, even if the old guy did want to see ID.

Then she left...and met up with that blonde and her furry friend. It was all a blank after that.

A soft rumble caught her attention. Lonnie waved her hand and the lights came on. "The hell?" she yelled, staring at the thing sleeping on her floor. She picked up the nearest thing at hand, a book, and threw it.

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[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Waking up, confused as to where you are, with a book smacking into your head, does not make for a happy beast.

He growled and scrambled to his feet, looking for the enemy.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Lonnie kept throwing whatever came to hand. A pillow, books, a heavy boot. "What the hell are you doing here you freak?"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Something he'd be asking himself if he wasn't snarling with rage. He managed to deflect a lot of it, but the book hit him above the eye, and he winced as it left a mark. "Stop," he snarled, arms upraised.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Oh hell no! You're in my space! I'm just a sweet innocent thing defendin' myself from the scary monster," she sneered. A flick of her hand and glass went sailing towards him.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

It shattered against his arms, leaving shallow cuts, and he roared again, torn between retreat and attack.

Attack would kill her. He chose retreat, backing towards the door, fumbling with the handle, but adrenaline was making him clumsy, and he couldn't open it.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Lonnie kept up her attack, using her powers to constantly bombard him with objects at a high rate of speed.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

He had to get out. Had to get away.

This was why he stayed hidden.

With a ripping snarl, he smashed the doorknob, snapping it off completely, hooked his claws in the hole and pulled, ripping the door open at the expense of the lock.

An open door meant escape, and he retreated down the hall.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"See ya freak," she snarled at the door.