* You're my public enemy number one, !

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"Rawr! I eat you!"

CJ had a bit of free time, so she'd headed up to one of the study rooms in the library to get a bit of reading done ... though she should probably be working on something that was due in the next little while. But CJ settled herself into a chair and pulled out Memoirs of a Geisha, one of her favourites. She idolized the author for his amazing writing, and hoped one day that she could do the same thing to her readers as well.

CJ had just settled in, but before she got any reading done, she noticed a very good-looking guy across the way. Well, what she imagined was a good-looking guy -- his back sure looked good, at least. Dark hair, kind of shaggy, normal clothes. CJ smiled -- it'd been a while since she'd seen a relatively normal looking guy who was spending him free time studying. She was just about to let her blue eyes begin to study the pages again when he turned.

Hold on a second, that face was much too familiar! CJ gasped aloud, and practically vaulted from her seat. She glowered at the guy -- what was his name again? Caleb? Carson? Carson. That was it. "Carson ..." She growled through her gritted teeth, her posture taking on a very agressive stance, her back slightly hunched over as she hurried towards him. She grabbed his arm, and nails digging into his wrist. She dragged Carson -- none too easily -- behind a shelf of books. "You!" Was all she needed to say as an explanation for herself. Or, if she'd wanted to say more, it was just drowned out by her anger.

Easily offended, hot-headed, and agressive at times, CJ was close to a Tsunami when it came to her temper. She would ruin everything in her path when she was trying to calm herself down. Often times she'd calmed herself by chucking her things everywhere in her room -- since she didn't have a roomie yet -- and letting it fall to the floor with a clunk.

But with this menace of annoyance -- and the fact he was a jerk made it worse because she hated jerks and asses -- right before her, CJ couldn't hold back her anger. He was so rude! She just --

Before CJ could control her actions, she had Carson by the shoulders, had her knee bent up by her chest, and was slamming her heel downward as hard as she could in his "general area". CJ meant to said "told you that I'd kick you in the balls!" but all that came out was a jumped UGH!" or disgust in her fit of anger.

She stomped off, back to her chair, her fair cheeks flustered. A few people had their eyebrows cocked up, but with a single, glance -- which CJ imagined was quite frightening -- everyone went back to their work. Her whole posture was tensed up, her hands sweaty as she pulled her book open again, her curly hair in a disarray. But she was pleased with her work. Quite pleased, really. Almost smug.

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Tag: Carson "Poo-head"
Notes: Meh, just that she's easily angered and she will hurt those who act like asses/jerks to her -- even online!
Outfit: Obviously its the girl!

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[carson cain walker]

But sometimes that just ain't enough to keep a man like me interested
(oh no) no way (uh-uh).
No, I've gotta go out and have fun at someone else's expense.

It wasn't often that Carson spent any time in the library. Usually he avoided the place because it reiked of books and old people. But Carson decided that it was worth braving for the day. He had just returned from hom, which was always... interesting. In turn Carson had only recieved on well placed bruise at his abdomen. Compared to what he used to get from his dad that was nothing. But he learned to ignore that stuff. Carson sat at the table, just reading a copy of Catch-22. It was the only book that he thought was worth his time. Any other book could go screw itself. He didn't care for them. Joseph Heller had struck gold with Catch-22. Just about everyone knew about it. It was relaxing sitting in a quiet place, surrounded by well, no one at the moment, and reading his favorite book. That was the life Carson would only be able to dream of.

Carson looked up as he felt someone near him. The kind of pain only a girl would think to produce urged him out of his seat. As much as it annoyed him to be drug out of his seat by a chick, well, it was fucking hot at the same time. His eyes stared at where her nails dug into his skin. It would probably leave a mark, but that wouldn't matter. Marks were okay... he got marks all the time. As soon as he was being pushed against a book shelf he knew exactly what was going on. It appeared that bitchface had hunted him down. Carson smirked, thinking that it was highly amusing that she had kept her word. It wasn't like Carson wasn't aware that he deserved a kick to the croth. More often that not he knew all too well that he deserved on. He tried to mentally brace himself, figuring that she wouldn't just sit there and waste time with silly statements. Such a chick move... get 'em where you want 'em then leave 'em hanging.

When the girl took him by the shoulders, Carson knew what was about to happen. He saw her knew draw up, but before he could protect himself physically a sharp sensation travelled the length of his body. A gasp escaped Carson's lips as he winced, taking a moment to watch the girl walk back to her seat. "FUCK, GOD DAMMIT, MOTHER FUCKER!" He said loudly. Oh, fuck no. Carson took a moment to regroup his thoughts, but something snapped in his mind. Pain. It was the kind of unbearable pain that just drove him crazy. That was the only reason he had egged the girl on so much. He wanted it. Carson wanted pain. It was a thing that most people would be ashamed to admit, but he got a disgusting kick out of it. He looked around at some of the people that were staring at him. Carson started at them, "The fuck you looking at, sunshine? Do your fucking home work." He said irritably as he walked toward the table where bitchface had made herself at home. Oh, Carson hoped she didn't expect him to retaliate. She would only be disappointed.

Carson sat down in the chair next to her. His eyes were a bit darker, a solid mixture of pleasure, pain, and anger mixed into them. It was a strange mix, but it worked for him. Carson leaned in close to her. "You really think kicking me in the balls is going to stop me?" He said in a low kind of whisper close to her ear. "Think again, Princess, you just reassured yourself that you're going to have to deal with me for quite a while." Carson smirked, leaning away from her. "You're a woman of your word, aren't you? That may be good and bad." Poor girl had no idea what she had just gotten herself into.

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Ah, the cry of pain that rang through the library was so satisfying! No matter how much a guy could hurt her, ever since what'd happened to her sister, she'd felt some sort of need, impulse to prove her independence and strength. She'd began to phase everything out, and let her anger and irritation get the better of her. And she must be setting an awfully bad reputation for the brits with her actions.

It wasn't but a minute later that Cason sat down in the seat beside her. She had her knees tucked up against in chest, her book propped up on them. She glared up at him sideways from beneath her lashes. She was about to say something smart -- or she was hoping it'd be smart because she wasn't quite sure what she was going to say -- when Carson spoke.

"You really think kicking me in the balls is going to stop me?"

"Apparently not."

CJ closed her books with a slap and slid it onto a table, looking up at him with a mischievous half-smile, her right eyebrow cocked up. Her expression was clearly smug, and she hoped that it would annoy Carson as much as her -- if he wasn't annoyed already.

"Think again, Princess, you just reassured yourself that you're going to have to deal with me for quite a while."

"No, I think that you just reassured me that i'll have to deal with you for quite a while." CJ gave him a wry, short-lived smile and continued to glower back at him, her face blank except for her eyebrow which was slightly raised. It wasn't one of her best combacks, but this kind of thing usually annoyed her parents. But that was her parents ...

"You're a woman of your word, aren't you? That may be good and bad."

"I'm not a hypocrite, no. Of course I'd live up to my word!" At this, she chuckled, but it was one of those tense little chuckles. With the end of this short conversation, she picked her book back up again, and flipped through the pages, until she found the one she'd left off at. She wasn't feeling quite pleased with her previous comments, so she swivelled in her chair to look him straight in the face. "I sure hope you know that I have no intentions of dealing with you at all. No where in the near future -- or distance future -- do I see myself making any sort of truce with you. And by truce, I mean agreeing with anything you say. And if ever I make a truce with you, then I will probably run through the campus nude. Which is far from likely, wouldn't you agree?"

Sometimes CJ wasn't the greatest for coming up with threats and such, but she was usually good for living up to her word. And when she said this, in her clipping, British accent, it made the words sound even more threatening -- even coming from a girl's mouth. Her eyes edged back towards the page, her shoulders tense, afraid that this guy may decide to get revenge on her. He may choke her! She shrunk down in the seat a bit, and trailed a finger along the leather arm of the couch, looking back up at Carson. "Aren't you going to leave?"

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[carson cain walker]

If this girl thought he would really want a truce, then she was sorely mistaken. Carson was sure that no truces would be made. He wanted her life to become pure, unrated Hell until she decided that she had made a big mistake. Carson shook his head slowly. "Don't be so naive as to think I would ever settle with a truce, Princess." He chuckled with an amused smirk, "As amusing as it would be to watch you run across the campus in the nude," Carson started, looking her straight in the eyes. "I'll save people the horror and assure you that no truce will ever happen. Now no one will have to gouge their eyes out. It's a win for everyone."

Carson knew he was going a little overboard, but he had a persona to keep up and he had to do this. He had to be an asshole to people who were in the right all along. That was what he was used to. Peter may have come out as a better person, but Carson wasn't good at getting over things. What Carson really couldn't believe was that she had questioned if he were going to leave or not. He thought that answer would have been obvious. It would be hard to torture someone from his dorm room. So Carson stretched, leaning back and slipping his arm around her shoulders as if it were nothing at all to him and she hadn't just kicked him in the balls. Obviously he was on his way to a sworn enemy.

"No, Princess, you get to spend a good part of your day with me today." Carson said, smirking. "That little stunt you pulled deserves some sort of affirmitive action to be taken. Since I can't kick you there I obviously have to readjust my plans." Carson didn't have many plans beyond get drunk, sleep, wake up, get drunk, smoke, terrorize a few people, drink some more, smoke, and sleep again. What a life that was. But it was a life that Carson was used to. Why change it? "You're fucking lucky that I'm a slightly decent person and refuse to physically harm a girl." Carson commented, leaning in a bit further and making himself comfortable. "No, this is mental warfare, babe, so prepare yourself."

Carson was pretty good at mind games. He really had no shame. Most people didn't believe it when he would mess with someone. Carson just had his ways and he thought his ways were good enough. If she were a guy he would be locked up in a fist fight, but her gender got her off the hook. Carson would never hit a girl. As rude and obnoxious as he was at times... there were some things that even he wouldn't do. Besides... most girls reminded him of his mother and as rude as he can be to them... they get a lot less than most people do. Carson still wished his mom would come back.

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First impressions were everything; that's what CJ's mom always told her. But cJ had come to discover that first impressions were a lot, but second impressions helped her to make a complete verdict. And since this kid, Cason was a completely jerk and could outsmart her -- which annoyed the heck out of her -- she decided to be blunt.

Her whole expression dropped when she felt the pressure of Carson slinging his arm over her shoulder. Her nostrils flared in a very hostile way. If she could get away with murder, she would. But with her mother being a lawyer, it wouldn't be too great if she went to jail. "You smell." She almost jumped up and cheered with how blunt that was! She shrugged off his arm and smiled back at him. "Mental warfare? Okay. Fine with me!"

Now she was just being stubborn. CJ leaned back in her chair, arms crossed over he chest. She knew how to play with people's heads -- slightly. It was sort of a womanly instinct to gossip about people. He should quit doubting her abilities -- she could make his life a worse living Hell than hers. "Well, buddy," She gave him a wide smile, wrinkling her nose, "did you know that my mother is a lawyer?" Ha! How's that for mental warefare?

She pushed her back off the chair, sliding her arms out of the tangle they were in and peering at her watch-less wrist. "Oh, jeez! Look at the time. I'll be of! Ciao, buddy!" She made a note of pretending to 'shoot' Carson with both of her fingers in a gun shape. Then, she hurried from the library, forgetting to grab her book. She pretended to swing out of the library but doubled back to the aisles of books where she would hide. He'd never suspect her to be there! And if he did, well, hopefully he'd be too scared to follow. Because her mom was a lawyer!

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[carson cain walker]

Carson raised an eyebrow as the girl told him he smelled. As if that was supposed to insult him or something. He knew he didn't smell like a field of flowers or anything, but he figured that he could use that to his advantage. "Mm, all the better to make you uncomfortable with. Now every time I know you're coming I can drink cheap beer and smoke a cigarette. Then I can hover so you can get a good whiff." That would be something that he would do just to get under someone's skin, especialy hers now that she has made it known that she's up for mental warfare. "Just for the record, I play dirty, Princess."

He laughed when she threatned that her mother was a lawyer. That didn't scare Carson at all, nor would it ever. Carson couldn't care less what her mother did for a living or if she could use that against him. Carson was careful enough. As the girl walked off Carson's eyes fell on the book she left behind. For a moment Carson had been shaken, forced to think of his own mother. Sure his mother wasn't a Geisha, but she was close enough. Carson could still remember the day that he, Peter, and his father had walked in on their mother, who had been selling her body for money for quite some time. Carson sighed deeply. Sometimes he wished that his mother had never left. Carson would never forgive his father for that.

Carson gently took the book from the table. He had fully intended at first to take the book back to her and leave well enough alone. But as Carson swiftly walked after the girl he thought about a ton of things that just brought the anger boiling right back out of him. It was something that couldn't be controlled. Carson had tried once, but he hadn't succeeded at all. "Hey," He said calmly, walking past the bookshelves. Taking a look out of the library exit he was sure that she didn't go out. Surely she wouldn't leave her book because h frustrated her so much.

"You forgot your book." God, Carson hated how much he sounded like Peter right there. He needed to throw in a bit of Carson spice. "I guess you just don't want it back. I'm sure the library would love a donation." Carson began to slowly walk past the shelves one by one until he finally saw her. Carson shook his head, tossing the book toward her, watching as it landed on the floor and slid a bit. "Listen, Princess, I'm sure your mommy being a lawyer would scare some people. But the way I see it... you have no case against me." He chuckled. "Actually, I should look your mom up so I can tell her about the great case I would have against you for physically harming me in public. There are plenty of witnesses, you made sure of that."

Would Carson use that against her? Yes. Carson shook his head one last time. "If you plan on one-upping me in mental warfare, then you're really going to have to step up your game, sweetheart." Carson turned, waving off-handedly. "I'm out of here, see you later, Princess." He walked toward the exit of the library, satisfied that he had just made another enemy.