<div class="floatright">(http://ilarge.lisimg.com/image/8497869/1080full-brock-o%27hurn.jpg) </div><strong>NAME:</strong>Troy McNair<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>October 28th, 2017 - afternoon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Men's Dorm Rooms - Room 220<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Libby<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong>Back to being confused<br/><br/>She left, again.<br/><br/>Troy felt like his guts had been ripped out from deep inside all three of his forms. He growled loudly, in as much as his human form could, do and set to tearing apart a boxing dummy he had set up in a corner of his room. Luckily it would take more than that to destroy the stone walls of the ancient building that was now their dorms. He showered, beating the hell out of himself internally - going over every moment to see what had gone wrong. And it was clear - she hated the human side of him. He growled, upset/destroyed/pained/jealous of... himself. What did she want from him? How ironically twisted that was? When it became clear in the were-world that female mates of their own kind were becoming increasingly rare, he had always wondered if he would ever find a different kind of woman who would accept the beast inside of him. Now this one seemed to only want that, and not the rest of him.<br/><br/>Maybe he was being too hard on her, over-analyzing. But this was the second time that she had kissed (well, more this time) and run away! She had at least said sorry but it made him start to think, as he had done this summer while trekking across Africa, that he was destined to be alone. He had met his mate, and probably would never have her. Fate.... sucked. After he sulked and sucked down a six pack of a heady local beer and doing his best to try and read whatever information he had gained from the books before handing them over to her - about what she was and what she could do, he needed air. Grabbing his clothes that were a pile on the floor and tossing the dirty things towards his hamper he saw a card laying on a rug. "What's this?" He picked it up and read a name and their title.<em>Parole Officer!</em><br/><br/>He paced a little and thought back to something that had made him wonder back when he was gazing at her beautiful almost naked body. She had some chunky ankle bracelet on. At the time he thought it was just goth jewelry to match her dress. Now... he thought it might just be another clue as to why she was so guarded. He left, to get on with his daily routine - class, working out, more class. But he couldn't really pay attention.<br/><br/><em>Where was she?</em>