Spoiling For A Fight [closed]

[† Jon ™]

Here he was again, in his caves. Looking for a fight. As always. His hair waved in the breeze, blowing round his face, his golden eyes burning with a fiery passion in need of a fight. His outer clothing seemed to make him look several sizes larger than he was. But his 6 foot 2 frame was lethal none-the-less. He was a trained killer after all. Noone had stopped him yet. Ever. And he didnt plan on breaking that record yet. He knew the infected would soon gather here, some of them anyways. And he loved this place for that simple reason. Taking his jacket off, he seemed to lose atleast a hundred pounds. Next came the fifty pound sandbags tied around his wrists, and the seventy pound sandbags wrapped round his ankles. Now he could move more freely in a simple black hoody, black sweat pants with cargo pockets on the outside of the knees, and his black Adio Kenney Anderson skateboard shoes he had delivered to him. It was just how he dressed. Yawning, he placed his belongings against the wall in the cave and waited. Surely he'd come across a nice hungry infected he could fight with.

Hours of waiting and Jon was hunched down against the wall of the cave, his weights back on his wrists and ankles. He was annoyed that he'd been there for nearly five hours and not an infected one had dared shown their faces. Had he become so notorious that the infected no longer approached those caves? Could they smell his blood and know not to journey into the caves, in fear of his attack? Was that it? No, surely not. If that was indeed the case, he was highly dissapointed in the infected. They were childish in his opinion. They should stand up to him! He was a mere human and they were infected with insane super powers. He shouldn't stand a chance, but the fact was that he did, and it was actually getting boring. "COME ON!" he shouted as he slammed his fists on the ground, the stone slightly cracking. "I've been waiting here for five hours and nothing, and noone has showed. I WANNA FIGHT!" he added, slamming his fists once more. Though as he brought them back he heard a noise, and within the blink of an eye his weights were thrown to the ground and he came face to face with someone he didn't know, his fists were raised. "Can I help you?" he asked with venom lacing his voice.

[Kinsey Daimon]

Kinsey had snuck out of the insitute again. She was getting good at that. This time Shia and Forrest were by her side. The two border collies seemed to enjoy getting out of that place as much as Kinsey did. The only reason she had decided to stay was the possibility of getting cured. But that didn't mean she had to like their rules. And she had done been past sick of all the tests. She didn't like how they were treating Shia and Forrest either. The constant testing on them...it just irked her. And she was abosultely sure that if Shia bit someone else they would probably put her down. And that would devestate Kinsey and Forrest. The two dogs were insanely close. And they were the only connection she had with her family. But she knew that Shia was just scared and being protective. That was the main reason they were gonna be put down at the humane society. No one wanted to deal with that. Kinsey sighed as she walekd up the trails to the caves. She was wearing jeans with a black leather belt, a green tank top, her blue jean jacket and this time, she carried a pair of red flip flops with her since she knew she was going to be hiking. Suddenly Shia stopped dead in her tracks, ears low, hackles raised and muscles tense. This got the girl's attention. They was something up. It was then she heard the screams. Shia growled as she bolted up the trail snarling. "Shia!" she whispered harshly as she ran after the animal. God why did she have to get saddled with the troublemaker?! Aw but she loved her anyways! Forrest quickly followed as he didn't want to get left behind. The three of them ran up the trails rather quickly. As Kinsey got to the top, she stopped as she saw a man. She paused...he could have the virus like her...only worse. She raised an eyebrow at him as he spoke.

"No...no I'm okay." she said eyes narrowed in suspicion. She already didn't like this guy. There was something in his tone and presence. She felt a bit weak with her 5 foot 9 inch tall, 140 pound frame. But she wasn't to be underestiamated. She was muscular and a hell of a lot stronger then most people gave her credit for. Shia growled as she crouched down ready to attack. Forrest just hunkered down and tried to hide behind the others. Kinsey just looked at the other eyes hard waiting for his reaction...

[† Jon ™]

Jon wasn't quite sure how to go about the current situation. Here a girl was, seemingly gripped by his appearance, and there were her dogs, just itching to take a bite from him. "Better call them off before they hurt themselves." he told her solemnly. Anyone, human or otherwise, was rather dumb for attacking the likes of Jon. "Wouldn't want that now would we?" he added softly. Wondering what the girl was doing out here. She didn't seem like an infected, but how would he know? He didn't know the difference between human and infected anymore.The silence that fell between the two seemed to envelope everything, like the world had become momentarily still, but it was a very long moment. As the moment wore on, his eyes flicked from her to her dogs repeatedly. He wasn't particulary bothered by the dogs, they were just dogs after all. In his training he had fought off three trained rottweilers, and won. So two untrained...whatever these dogs were, didn't pose much of a challenge. As the moment wore on Jon decided to pace, to hopefully lighten the mood. "So what brings a delicious little thing like you out here?" he asked, looking her up and down. He was a sex addict after all, and she was stunningly beautiful. She was small to him, but average height, 5 foot 8, five foot 9, maybe five ten. But Jon was 6 foot 2, so alot of people seemed small to him. But he knew better than to underestimate anyone. It had landed him in trouble before and knew it might happen again. Popping his neck, he smiled. "Surely after a trip up here to the caves, you have to be famished." he began smoothly. Hopeing she'd take the bait.

Rolling his head, he exposed his neck, and paused for a few seconds, depending on how she reacted would be the deciding factor in how badly he hurt her, if she was indeed an infected. "I have some food if you like. I'm, more than willing to share." he began once more, "Unless you prefer food of a different sort?" he asked smiling. Knowing that now, if at all would be when he'd would expose her for infected. He was a helthy human, the infected hadn't taken him yet, and hopefully wouldn't. He was stronger than any mere mortal, and faster, and with invisibility at his side, he was not one to mess with. Especially with his training. He was practically unstoppable, except for the few people around the world like him. The ones who were trained the way he'd been trained. To kill. And anytime a nice little infected crossed Jons path, he liked to pick a fight. Unless it was a good enough looking female. Then he seduced them, and killed them once they'd made love. He hated the infected, though he knew his hatred would soon enough trap him. His hatred towards the infected, was, unreasonable. Was it just because they had the potential to beat him? Yea, that had to be it. He was afraid he'd be beaten, and that just couldn't happen. he refused to let it happen. NOONE would better him, it would destroy him. He'd never been defeated, why start now? And with such a primitive breed?! Blood, seriously? Wasn't that the whole werewolf, vampire, and zombie scene? Now we have to have infected? Humans that simply love blood. Isn't that cannibalism? Gah, None of it made sence to Jon, none of it ever did. As brilliant as he was, this whole infected business simply made his head hurt. It was redonkulous. The whole mess was plain stupid really. An infection that turned people into cannibals. It was like a mix of vampirism, werewolfism, and zombieism all at the same time! But the big question was how did it happen? What if it was a terrorist that sent the infection strain and thats what caused the infection. No, that couldn't be it, but, it was always a possibility. Anything and everything was a possibility, noone knew that better than Jon. After all, thats what he did, make the impossible, possible. Its what he did best. Its just how he was.

[Kinsey Daimon]

OOC: Bold and italicized means its Greek

IC:
"Shia enough of that! Now lay down!"[/i] Kinsey snapped in Greek. The dog just raised her lip in a soft snarl as she lay down next to her feet. Forrest however had scurried over to the nearest corner and glanced up at the man, looked him straight in the eye and gave sort of a whiney howl. Kinsey took note of that. He only did that when he sensed something very wrong. She glared up at the guy before going over toward her timid dog and sitting down beside him. She ran her fingers through both dogs fur as they lay next to her. "I was just taking a hike with my dogs." she muttered answering his question. She couldn't help the annoyance that came out. She heard the man's tone and inwardly groaned. 'Delicious?! Aw great! Another guy who just wants to have sex with every girl he meets! Yay for me...' she thought glancing up at him. Then she looked back down to the ground. So long as he kept to himself then there wasn’t gonna be any trouble. She looked back up at him eyebrow raise as he spoke again. Oh this guy was messing with her! She knew it! She wasn't no idiot! But if anything went wrong, she always had her invisibility or phasing powers. Or she could make him float and drop him off the cliff. Nah...she wasn't that mean spirited! ”No thank you. I ate before I came out here.” she knew that was a bold faced lie. And her stomach grumbled slightly. Yeah she was hungry. She hadn’t eaten since yesterday afternoon. She just hadn’t of been hungry enough to eat much of anything but now she was…but she didn’t trust this guy as far as she could throw him. So she was keeping her distance. And yeah she was infected-though only at level one-but she sure as hell wasn’t telling him that! Kinsey just kept alert as she listened to him...

[† Jon ™]

Jon wasn't sure what to make of the girl, she was sexy as hell, he was sure of that, but she refused to give him hints as to if she was infected or not. Well, many infected wouldn't let you know until they were feasting on your brain, so dropping his guard was simply out of the question. No, if she was infected and she let him know, she'd surely die, though he knew better than to underestimate her. "Wanna snack?" he asked as he once again brushed the hair from his eyes and reached into his jacket. Maybe sincerity would do him best here. Though she had already mentioned that she had eaten before her trip, he could tell she was lying. She looked peaky. And she just seemd hungry. Not to mention the slight brightening of her face as he'd mentioned food. Pulling his hand from his jacket pocket he pulled two ham sandwiches on honey wheat toast in plastic baggies. "Black forest ham. Its from the black forest in Germany. Best ham in the world." he said softly before tossing a sandwich to her. "Eat up." he said with a smile.

Reaching back into his jacket, he pulled out two bottles of water and walked over to her. "Here, that'll make you thirsty. The water inside was still ice cold, and he felt it on his hand. Cold water was his favorite drink, especially pure spring water from Ireland. "Besides, water does everyone some good." he added with a genuine smile. Was he really smiling? Mentally beating himself up, his smile dissapeared right away. He never smiled, why was he smiling now? It just wasn't kosher. "You can trust me. I won't hurt you, unless, you know, you are an infected and you try to eat my brains. Then I would kill you. Ya know?" he finished. He couldn't figure her out. He could read anyone like a book, but she was just unreadable. She seemed so shut up, and he face barely betrayed her thoughts and emotions. Which was unusual for a human, infected or not. But he could do the same. He could be the happiest man on earth and noone would know simply because his features remained unreadable. Fighting down a laugh, his thoughts strayed to the game of poker, and how good he'd be with his unreadable thoughts. 'Yea, poker' he thought to himself as he took a swig from his water bottle.

[Kinsey Daimon]

Kinsey watched in slight surprise as he started sharing his food with her. So he caught the lie. Aw well...Kinsey felt a bit embarassed now. She felt bad about thinking what she had thought about him. He seemed nice enough. But...ah crap! She was confusing the hell outta herself! Shejust pushed all stray thoughts aside and took the sandwhich and the water with a soft smile, "Thanks." she said softly as she nodded. She ran her hand across Shia's head as the dog laid across her feet. The female collie had calmed down a lot. As did Forrest. He dozed happily a few feet from her in the corner. He alawys did liek corners for some strange reason. Kinsey just mentally shrugegd her shoulders and ate the food. It was great! She didn't realize quite how hungry she was until she had started actually eating something. Then her head lowered. She glanced back up at the other with an apologetic look,"Look I feel like I should be apologizing to you. You've been so kind to me and I didn't return that. Guess I became distrustful. Then again being disowned will do that to you." she replied bitterly as she thought again about that. It hurt...a lot more then some disease will ever hurt her. She snorted as he spoke of the 'infected'. Geesh he talked about them liek they were nothing! They were people too! They just had issues to put it mildly. Its not their fault they had this virus. "Nah the only thing you got to worry bout biting ya is her." she said nodding her head toward Shia. The collie lifted her head and just huffed at the man before laying her head back down. But the man's words barely filled her with any confidence as she sneezed several times into her shoulder. She had to keep that on the down low. He would kill her if he knew she had the virus. Even though she was only a level one. She would just have to keep that to herself...

((I know it says she's healthy but this is before the cure thread when she's still a level one k?))