He was in a foul temper tonight. Work had been a drag, slow, tedious, and as usually noisy and annoying. Zeithreal wasn't even sure why he kept the job as a small artical writer for the small city newspaper. Oh yeah! Because the fucking rent had raised once again!

The man was tall, freakishly tall, and thin, like a skeleton. His hair was buzzed close and died black except for two long chin-length bangs that were dyed blood red. He wore a pair of pants that jingled loudly with chains hanging down from all over and a loose black shirt that read in white print: 'I'm looking for me, if you find me before I find me, tell me I'm looking for me.'

Why was the fucking rent raiseing? It's not like the landlord needed the money! Why was this street so fucking busy so late at night? Why did his stupid professors at the college assign so much homework!? Why was this fucking walk sign not turning.

Finally the white figure of a walking person appeared and he jogged loudly across the street and decended the stone dirty steps into the underground station. He dropped three tokens into a tray and received a ticket in return. HE walked over and leaned idely aginst a suport beam and looked around the station, it was as crowded as the street above.

Why was he fucking an hour early for his freaking Train! Why were all these people here?!

Somone bumped into him and he turned around. "Watch it asshole!"

She blinked, her expresson one of some unsuspecting animal caught in the head lights of his annoyance. God there were black feelings coming off him! It made her uncomfortably to warm to be this close to but she'd be damned if she backed down now that he was glaring at her like she carried potent distruction. It had been an accident, a bit of a slip while side stepping a child. She'd been about to murmur her little sorrys and be on her way to bother the street preformer playing sweet little tunes on a trumpet at the end of the platform.

Now this was seeming a much more satisfying project.

Her mouth curved into an expression of mild exasperation, both hands coming up first to rake briefly through her hair, pulling it back of her temples in an attempt to relive some of this sudden stress befor moving down and idly smoothing her skirt back over her hips. Finaly her eyes met his and she cocked a brow at him. Odd little mortal looked like he was about to pull an axe onthe entire human population. Well.....not little...some one she had to tilt her head back to look up at she suposed couldent be refered to and little.

"Oi, oi.....Back of off a little, Im not the root of your bad day so dont take it out on me..."

[I]{ooc~Woo! Im home again! I have my computer! and my bed! and decent food! -Does a happy dance, is obviously heavily medicated-}

If it weren't for his slight soft spot for women and children, Zeith would have accomplished his goal of being an all around, down right Jerk. The skitzo 'had a bad day so fuck the world' side of Zeith specialized in the 'Zeith is an all around asshole' feild. And today, he fixed his angry 'I hate you almost as much as i hate life' gaze on this lucky girl.

He looked her over, the fingers in her hair, the skirt, the body. Instead of looking over every inch of good about the opposite sex's body (or any sex's body for that matter), Zeith looked for every flaw possible to the human eye.

"Why don't you go fuck yourself in the ass," He replied to her taking his bad day out on her comment. Then he added, in what was a voice of utter innocene and sweetness that drove most people to anger, "babydoll."

'babydoll' had just become his target to release his frustration. He aimed, locked onto the target and had fired. The counter attack was expected to be at least as good. Hopefully.

She eyed him quietly for a moment her expression quizical before shaking her head, one hand flying up to sheild her eyes against him for a moment, her sleeve pulling back, exposing the raw red lines of new decoritivly paterned scaring that stood in sharp contrast to her to pale skin.

"What is this fasination you have with my rectum?"

She droped her hand, letting her lips curve into a softly sarcastic smile as she did so. So it was a word battle he wanted, well she'd give him one, in latin if the need be. It would help her pass the time.
She took a bit of a step back, a little thankful she wasnt so close to the heat of his hate, and rested her weight back on her hips, slaping both hands down on ether side of her groin.

"And being as I dont have a dick bettween my legs and cant metaphoricly pull it back and shove it up my own ass, it would make that a bit hard dont you think?"

And with the most sweetly kittenish smile she could produce she purred her own little title for him.

"Pet?"

He glowered at her, not because of her words but because he felt like it. He'd expected, actually hoped for the words to come as harsh as they could. Zeith was weird after all and it was only expected for him to be entertained in weird ways.

He watched her slap her hands down on her groin and chuckled. Another well practiced technique that drove people up the wall. And her retrot was very true, but he didn't care.

Pet

What was this! Pet! No! That was his place to come up with the sweet names. Not hers! He thrust his hands into his pant pockets with such force it was a wonder why he didn't tear holes through the pockets, pants jingling with the effect.

As for her comment about not having a dick. "Yeah I'm sure." It was a mumble 'not meant to be heard,' but he spoke loud enough for her to hear. "Hell knows what you hid under that little thing you call a skirt."

Yeah, he knows, pitiful come back, but it wasn't what he said that thrilled him about fighting. It was the comments that got thrown back in his face that amused him so much.

She gave him an odd series of looks. First baffled confusion then sarcasm and a bit of disdain mixed with her overwhelming sence of amusment. It all made for an interesting round about play across her features but she cared little about it.
Peering down at her self and her clothing of a black, knee length, longsleeved over jacket type shirt, tyed once bettween her breasts and dipping down low on her back exposing much tattooing including her favored wings and the ankle length kerchife skirt that fitted against her hips then flared out to an obcene amouth of cloth, looking bohemian in style, one could hardly call the thing little.
What a silly little male.
She cocked her head to one side, watching him with a preditors intencity for a moment before cooling her eyes, her expression once again of wicked amusment as she took hold of two handfuls of her skirt and raised it up to her knees stoping there and fixing him with a viciously sarcastic and provocitive smile.

"What? Want to peer under my skirt and check my female 'qulifications'?"

She continued to watch him before making an odd and very unlady like growling sound low on her throat and droping her skirt back about her ankles, all sensuality gone from her face.