<div class="floatleft">(http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6239/6324164006_be5a515640.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Jack Russel<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Werewolf<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorm Hallway<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Caroline, Steve, Johnny,  Anyone in hall<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Jack waited to see if the powerful young woman would rise to his bait or not. Expectations warred with desired and admonishments within him. Jack wasnt certain of what he wanted to happen next but what did happen troubled him. This serene giantess was disturbed to find blood (HIS BLOOD) soaked into her clothing, blossoming into rich, red flowers of gore. He face so placid in battle twisted into an expression of loathing upon discovering his blood staining her clothes. He watched her fists clench and Jack realized she might well hit him, and he deserved it. He readied himself, forcing his body to relax, to take whatever she wanted to hit him with. He was a fucking asshole and Jack wished she would smash him good.<br/><br/><All that fucking bullshit you preached toyourself about not losing control, not giving in and being the monster the fucking danger SHIELD says you are and what do you do Jackie boy? Why you go and pick a fight day one, and not just any fight you go and get into a blood bath with another feral! Smart, thats using your head wolf boy! Just look at this mess! Just look at what youve done to this nice girl who didnt do a damn thing to you. Asshole.><br/><br/>Jack waiting, looking up at the tall woman, still meeting her eye, willing to except his punishment for being a lout and a total jerk. But the muscular girl uncurled her fingers and let them hang loosely at her sides. She turned away from Jack starting down the hall to her own room he was certain. Jack could see the tension bunch in her shoulders, saw her hitch ever so slightly as she passed through the abbatoir of a hallway. It made her sick her realized. She was disgusted not by what he was but clearly by what he had done here and that filled Jack with a sense of shame and self loathing. Always thinking about how shit affected himself and never considering how his actions might impact others.<br/><br/><way to go Jack, way to go><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“I have to shower.”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"uh, yeah...I...." Jack wanted to call after her, to say more, to let this strong woman know that he deeply regretted staining her with his blood. His monster's blood. Fuck for all he knew his blood might carry the magical infection. Seemed unlikely but Jack was deep into the act of mentally beating himself to a bloody pulp. Instead he hung his head, face flushing with his shame.<br/><br/>"So fucking stupid Jack," he muttered low.<br/><br/>Jack began to walk over to Johnny, not sure if it was ok to even approach him after making sure an ass, a total monster of himself. He'd thought finally tearing into someone who could take it would have been so freeing, and it had been...until the aftermath anyway.<br/><br/>"Just a little misunderstanding Johnny. Me and the hairball got into a pissing match and got a little carried away." Jack was sounding, contrite, not so much like the Jack Johnny had come to know. Not so much the brash young man from earlier."<br/><br/><br/>Jack looked to the one who seemed to be in charge, the kid he's seen on the news with the most famous of all shields.<br/><br/>"Anybody know where the supply closet is around here? I should clean up this mess as best I can. I doubt anybody wants to wake up to dried blood everywhere."