Mary Winchester | 05 | [In Person]

[was_a_hunter]

[Things seemed to be back to normal this week. No weird little animal/monsters, so sinking ship...just the manor. As though one could say the manor itself was normal...perhaps she could make it a little more normal?

She hadn't seen anyone awake yet, so perhaps she could do something for the other inhabitants while she was clinging to a sense of normalcy. Besides, with seeing young ones on her blackberry, she was sure they could do with a real breakfast, especially after being taken from their homes. Most of the adults seemed like they could cook for themselves...not that they weren't welcome, they were just more capable that the smaller inhabitants, particularly as far as making a hot meal went.

Making sure there was no one else in the kitchen, she got the necessary pots and pans, humming softly as she started cooking. An hour later, Mary was visibly happy, a bright smile across her face as she set out general breakfast foods...she may have made a little to much, but it was just too easy to forget she wasn't at home doing this.

Moving to the sink, she started cleaning the dirty pans. She was sure they would eventually clean themselves, but she couldn't just leave dirty dishes.]

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[andsuddenlydynamite]

[He spits the destroyed cigarette of to the side]

SHUT THE FUCK UP! Don't talk like you know SHIT!

[He grabs the front of her shirt and pulls her forward]

I'm not leavin' without my dynamite. I made it. It's MINE. Give it here.

[was_a_hunter]

[Well...at least he disposed of the cigarette.

Gritting her teeth when he grabbed her, she didn't want to hurt the boy. It was easy to tell he was human, he wasn't a monster. There was no reason to treat him like one.

Keeping the stick behind her, she shook her head.]

I'll give it to you when you calm down. Now, let me go and sit in that chair. Please. I don't want to hurt you...

[andsuddenlydynamite]

Go to fucking hell! I don't have to do a DAMN THING you say.

[He Gives her a little shake and ACTUALLY begins to lift her off the ground a little. If it wasn't obvious by the plethora of scars that adorned his exposed upper body, the boy's been in a few fights.

But there was still that hesitation. He didn't want to needlessly hurt this woman. He just wanted what was his so he could leave.]

Give me my dynamite. I leave.

[was_a_hunter]

[He left her with two options. Hurt the boy and possibly find out she made a huge mistake later. Or give him a dangerous weapon and let him leave while he's pissed, ready and armed for the next innocent soul to cross his path.

She couldn't let him hurt someone...not even if it meant that she made a mistake later...]

...Not until you calm down...

[Putting her free arm over his, she gripped his far wrist, steadily tightening her grip as she waited for him to release her. A broken wrist was the least of what she could do, she just didn't want it to go that far.]

Drop me. You don't want to hurt me, I know this...just let me go.

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[And then, there is a poof.

... and then Gokudera is quite possibly the most angry looking little feral cat to have ever graced to manor.

Which apparently does NOTHING to quell the boy's RAGING vocal cords.]

WHAT IN THE FUCKING HELL!?

[Excuse him while he just-

Flips.

a.

Shit.]

[was_a_hunter]

[Stunned as she saw him poof, it took her a second to realize that she did as well, the floor suddenly a lot closer to her than it had been previously, the dynamite rolling behind her on the floor. Stepping back, she ignores his rage for a moment as she stares down at her legs, her short canine nails clicking on the floor as she moved.

What the hell?

Looking back to the boy. cat. thing. She didn't realize her lip had curled back in her agitation, vicious looking teeth showing from the sides of her mouth.]

What did you do! Change us back! NOW!

[She couldn't let anyone see her like this, she wasn't even sure a human could understand her. He would be fine, he was a cat. She could tell that she was a large canine though, unless someone wasn't scared of her, she could be having a significantly harder time until she changed back.]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

I DIDN'T DO A FUCKING THING!

[The teen shakes himself out of his pama pants. Great that meant he probably was going to be naked when he turned back... when he turned back...

...oh god what if he was stuck like this the whole week. This was going to SUCK so HARD. But oh hey, his dynamite. Well the poofy little cat is going to be going after that]

[was_a_hunter]

At least all that he had to do was step out of his pants, her legs kept getting caught in her skirt but she was too big to simply step out. Leaning her head down, she gripped a corner of her neckline in her teeth and pulled, the fabric ripping with little effort. Stepping from her clothing, she turned to watch the cat go after the stick.

He couldn't do anything with it right now, but did he really think she'd give it to him. She wouldn't bust his bubble just yet though.]

Then what did? Do you think this could this be another of the authors insane plots?

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[Well he's got one stick on his mouth now so his response is bound to be a bit muffled, but something along the lines of "well no fucking shit" can be made out.

He fumbles with the dynamite a bit as he stuff it into the pocket of his pants and goes to get the other stick.]

[was_a_hunter]

[Scowling, she walked to his pants as he walked away.]

Watch your mouth. Just because you're a cat, it doesn't mean that you can use that kind of language.

[Pulling the dynamite by the fuse, she eases it out of the pocket and moves it to the counter, hopefully out of the cats reach.]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[He turns around JUST IN TIME TO SEE THAT]

OI! STOP TOUCHING MY SHIT! IT'S YOUR FRIGGIN' FAULT WE'RE LIKE THIS IN THE FIRST PLACE! IF YOU HAD JUST LEFT ME THE FUCK ALONE NONE OF THIS SHIT WOULD HAVE FUCKING HAPPENED!!

[was_a_hunter]

[Setting the stick on the counter, she turned with an impassive face.]

My fault? I wasn't the one that over reacted and was rude to someone that was just trying to be helpful.

Did you honestly just expect me to leave you alone like that? Sorry. But it's simply not in my nature.

[andsuddenlydynamite]

I never asked for any of your fucking help!

[And finally he just can't handle this anymore and SNAPS, rushing at her.]

GIVE ME BACK MY DYNAMITE!

[was_a_hunter]

You didn't have to.

[Dropping to the floor in time to see him rush at her, Mary stood her ground. Before, they were on more equal terms. Now though? She was scared that she could seriously hurt him without meaning to.]

Just stop! If you can show me that you can just relax, I'll give it back!

[andsuddenlydynamite]

GO TO HELL!

[And now that she was back down on the ground this was the perfect opportunity to use her as a spring board to get up on the counter. He almost makes it too, he manages to get his front paws onto the counter, and stick the claws in enough to hold himself there... however his lower half dangled and flailed over the edge of the counter.]

[was_a_hunter]

STOP SAYING THAT!

[Honestly, that was a little too close to home for her. Especially with the knowledge that when she did finally go home, she was as good as dead. Stepping back after he jumped on her, she stared at him before making a split decision. She was bigger than him and he needed to calm down. Reaching up, she wrapped her mouth around his midsection, making sure not to hurt him, just grip him tight enough to pull him down.]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

THEN PISS OF AND LET ME GO!

[And he clings to that table for dear life. Repeatedly trying to flail one clawed hind leg at her eye, and trying to open her jaw with the other.]

[was_a_hunter]

[Growling softly as his claws sank into the skin under her eye, she pulled a little harder, wanting to make him release the table. She was almost at her breaking point though...if he wanted to be left alone so badly, maybe she should let him go...]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[And even after trying to bite the counter to keep himself up, but even through his thrashing and squirming and clinging to the table he eventually is pulled down. Unfortunately for him, that little thing about always cats only landing on their feet only applies to those who have been cats for longer than three minutes. But don't worry, he only landed on his spine and the floor broke his fall.

He lands on the floor with an 'oof' but quickly recovers and gets to his feet, he just had the wind knocked out of him]

[was_a_hunter]

[Dropping him from her mouth, she watches as he falls, wincing inwardly. She didn't mean for him to hit the floor so hard...

Moving closer, she tilted her head to the side as she watched to make sure that he was okay. He seemed fine...she couldn't help the worry though. He was just a small cat and that was a tall counter.] Are you okay? I'm sorry...I didn't want you to fall like that...

[andsuddenlydynamite]

PISS OFF!

[He sat there a minute catching his breath, then walked back to the counter and wordlessly began climbing it, just too enraged to speak. He's not going to use Mary as a springboard though. He doubted the same trick would work twice.]

[was_a_hunter]

[Not knowing what to say, she lied on the floor and watched Gokudera. She couldn't imagine what would make him like this...and he was heading up the counter again.]

...What did I do to offend you?

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[He just sends her a nasty little glare over his shoulder. She called him a child and tried to take what was his that was what! He thought he was being very civil otherwise. She had no right to treat him like a kid! None at all!

Of course he's too irate to even consider giving her the satisfaction of an answer. Instead he goes back to climbing up to the counter, slipping a few times before FINALLY getting to the top. There. Now he had his dynamite. He had his dynamite and there was nothing she could do about it.

alright... now what? If he went back down she would just take his dynamite again... but god, transforming back naked on the kitchen counter was NOT how he wanted to end this...]

[was_a_hunter]

[She had to fight from going over and simply removing the feline. He could fall and hurt himself...Giving him a canine frown, she glanced over to the stove. Stove. Lit stove. Explosive. Cat. Nothing good could come from this. Sitting up, she kept her distance, not wanting to spook him.]

I'm sorry...But you don't have to be rude. Just, please come down. I won't bother you, just get away from the stove...please.

[If something happened, she'd try to get to him in tome, she just didn't think she could do it properly in this clumsy canine form.]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

You think I'm retarded enough to let my dynamite near an open flame?! TCH! I wouldn't be carryin' this shit around if I didn't know how to friggin' use it! You're the friggin' genius who put them on the damn counter!

[Hayato eyes his pants.... but they're behind her... and he can only carry one stick of dynamite at a time, which means she might take the other stick. For now he is just protectively going to lay on top of the sticks and continue glaring]